2026-01-20
The frustration had settled into Dave’s bones like a winter ache. The snowstorm swirling on the radar over his screen wasn't just a weather pattern; it was a physical threat to a promise, a barrier between him and the balm of Sam’s presence. Their conversation all day had been a tender oscillation between playful ease and this raw, exposed nerve of yearning.
He played her last voice note again in his car, parked in his dark garage, the engine off. “I just want that feeling again. Your hand on my back. The quiet, before everything else.” Her voice was a soft scratch in the silence, laced with a vulnerability that unraveled him. It wasn't the explicit fantasy that undid him now, it was the simplicity. The hand on the back. A prelude, a claiming.
He thumbed a response, his voice low in the confined space. “Three more weeks. Storm or no storm. I’ll drive through it. I need…” He stopped, exhaling. He didn’t finish the thought. He didn’t have to. She knew.
His phone lit up with her text, a beacon in the dark.
Sam: Then tell me what you need. While I’m here, in my empty house, with just the hum of the fridge. Tell me and it’s real.
Dave closed his eyes. The garage smelled of concrete and cold oil, but in his mind, he was back in the hotel elevator, the memory she’d unearthed today. The mirrored walls, the silent ascent. That was the quiet before.
“Okay,” he whispered, a promise to the dark. Then he typed, his words not a description, but an invocation.
He needs her on her knees. Not here in the garage, but there, in her Arizona living room with the tiles cool against her skin. He tells her this. He needs the weight of his hand not just on the small of her back, but fisted in the messy knot of her hair, guiding her forward until her lips meet the unforgiving ridge of his belt. He can hear the shush of his zipper in the silence of her house, a sound more intimate than a shout.
He writes about the first touch of her mouth, hesitant and hot, and the way his control would fracture into a groan she’d feel in her jaw. He describes the salt-and-skin taste of him, the way he’d watch her in the reflection of the darkened television screen, her eyes wide and willing, her submission a choice that stoked a fierce, protective fire in his gut. He tells her how he’d pull her off, just to see her lips swollen and slick, to murmur filth that would make her blush, “Good girl. Now, again. Deeper.”
The narrative shifts, dictated by a desperate hunger. He lifts her from the floor, her body light against him, and carries her to the couch. The fabric is rough against the back of her thighs as he spreads her out. The playfulness of the day—the shared pet anecdotes, the mutual morning grumpiness—is gone, burned away by a need so sharp it borders on anger. He kisses her with the same desperation he’d heard in his own voice on the audio notes, a silencing, consuming kiss. His hands are under her shirt, pushing it up, his mouth leaving hers to close over the lace of her bra, wetting it, teasing the pebbled peak beneath until she arches with a broken sound.
He peels her out of her clothes, not with ceremony, but with a singular focus. Each inch of skin revealed is a territory reclaimed. His hands, broad and sure, map her—the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the shuddering warmth of her inner thighs. He tells her about the sound she makes when he finally presses his mouth to her center, a high, choked gasp that turns into a sigh that shakes her entire frame. He writes of the taste of her, addicting and essential, and the way her legs fall open in utter surrender as his tongue finds its rhythm, slow and relentless, a counterpoint to the frantic beat of her heart under his palm on her stomach.
He is relentless. He drives her with lips and tongue and the blunt pressure of his fingers, feeling the tight coil of her tension wind and wind. He reminds her of the promise from their morning talk—the promise to anchor each other through any panic. “This is the anchor,” he types, his own breath coming short. “Drown in it, Sam. Let go.”
And she does. Her climax crashes through her not with a scream, but with a series of deep, guttural sobs, her body bowing off the couch as she clutches at his head, her thighs trembling violently around his ears. He gentles her through it, kissing her inner thighs, soothing the storm he’d summoned.
But it’s not enough. The emptiness they’d texted about, the frustration of the storm and the distance, demands a more complete filling.
He turns her over with an easy strength, arranging her on her knees, her back to him. The position is one of profound offering. He lavishes attention on the curve of her spine, the soft swell of her backside—the place he knows wrecks her. He kisses, bites, soothes with his palm until she’s pushing back against the air, a silent, frantic plea.
When he sinks into her, it’s with one smooth, devastating stroke that makes them both cry out. The connection is electric, absolute. He stills, buried to the hilt, his forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, just feeling the truth of it. This fit. This rightness. This was the “everything else” that came after the quiet.
Then he moves. His grip on her hips is possessive, his pace deliberate and deep. Each thrust is a wordless answer to the day’s anxieties: a rebuttal to the storm, a balm for the jealousy, a physical vow against the emptiness. He watches the mesmerizing flex of her back, the clench of her hands in the couch cushions, and he tells her all of it—how she feels like heaven, how he’s been starving for this for four years, how the thought of her walking away would hollow him out for good.
Her second climax comes faster, ripping through her with a force that makes her clench around him like a fist, her cry muffled in the cushion. It triggers his own. His release is a tidal pull from his core, a surrender as complete as hers. He pours into her with a groan that is part triumph, part agony, his body locking around hers as he spills himself deep, marking her in the only way he can from a thousand miles away.
They collapse together, a tangle of slick skin and heaving breaths. He pulls her back against his chest, her head tucked under his chin, his arms a cage of safety around her. The silence returns, but it is different now. Sated. Charged.
His phone, long forgotten, lights up on the garage passenger seat. A new message.
Sam: I felt all of that. Every word.
Dave, his body still humming with the phantom of pleasure, types back, his fingers slow and sure.
Dave: It’s real. Storm can’t stop what’s already yours.
He sends it. The final goodnight. Not just an affection, but a seal on the bond forged in pixels and longing—a bond that felt, in that moment, more solid than any vow made before an altar.
Five-Day Inferno
The look in his eyes—that was the memory she couldn’t scrub from her mind, the one that soaked her panties at her desk on a random Tuesday. Not the memory of his naked skin or the feel of him inside her, though her body ached for both. It was the look. Five days away from seeing him again, and Sam sat in her Arizona office, thighs pressed together, a low, persistent throb between her legs answering the ghost of that gaze.
He’d said it was sultry. She remembered it as desperate surrender. The night in his car, after years of friendship and a month of electric, forbidden confession, he’d turned to her in the driver’s seat. The streetlight had cut across his bald head, glinted in eyes that held a question, a command, and a plea all at once. You’re not getting out of this car until I kiss you. Or maybe it was, I really want to kiss you. The distinction blurred into heat. She hadn’t looked away. She’d given him everything in her eyes instead—every ounce of lust, every suppressed year of feeling, the terrifying understanding that this was a point of no return. He’d seen it, devoured it, and then his mouth was on hers.
Now, with five days stretching like a taunt, that look was a phantom touch. Her phone buzzed on the desk.
Dave: I can’t wait to pull those troll pants off you 😈
A fresh surge of wetness bloomed, slick against the thin cotton between her legs. She squirmed in her chair, her hips giving an involuntary little lift. God, he was good at this. He could turn her into a live wire with a text.
Sam: 🤤 now I can’t stop thinking about you pulling off my pants…
She imagined it. The hotel door closing behind them, the silent charge in the air thicker than any winter storm threatening their plans. The awkwardness they joked about wouldn’t stand a chance. She’d be shy for a heartbeat, maybe two. Then he’d step into her space, his large hands finding her hips through the soft fabric of her “troll pants.” His calloused thumbs would hook into the waistband. That growl he’d joked about—Dave growled with his calluses—would be real, vibrating against her throat as he kissed her. He’d peel the pants down her thighs, revealing her to the cool hotel air, and his look then… it would be ownership.
Dave: It’s going feel soooo good when I slide my cock into your blazing hot inferno 🔥🥵
She gasped audibly, alone in her office. Her hand flew to her mouth. He was painting the picture, lighting the fuse he’d talked about. She was the inferno. Aching, empty, blazing.
Sam: Are you getting hard right now thinking about it Dave: I’ve been hard.
Two simple words that sent a jolt straight to her core. She closed her eyes, letting the fantasy unspool. Not just his cock inside her—though God, she craved that stretch, that deep, filling push—but everything. The weight of him. The taste of his skin. The way he’d pin her wrists and whisper filthy promises against her lips.
Sam: Sitting at my desk, in my wet panties, thinking about how you’re going to feel pressed up against me on Sunday.
It was a confession. An offering. She pictured him reading it in Texas, his jaw tightening, a hand maybe drifting to adjust himself.
Dave: That’s so fucking hot omg!
But it wasn’t just hot. It was them. Their secret language of longing built over texts and voice messages, woven through discussions of governance and dog vomit and winter storm warnings. It was the way they could laugh until their faces hurt one minute and whisper I love you with soul-crushing sincerity the next.
The storm threat loomed later, a grey cloud over their giddy plans. The crash from the high was brutal. The claustrophobia of her own life, the walls of her house and her reality, closed in with suffocating force. His voice message was a lifeline—soft, understanding, saturated with a love that felt too big to be contained by their circumstances.
Sam: I need you physically. Dave: I know. I need you too! Tell me what you’re craving most? Being held? Kissed? Not alone?
Everything. She craved everything. But as the night wound down and despair threatened to pull her under, a different craving crystallized.
Sam: Now I want to know what you’re craving the most? 🥰
The reply wasn’t immediate. She imagined him thinking, choosing his truth from the flood of desire.
When it came, it wasn’t about a specific act. It was simpler, deeper.
Dave: To watch you come apart because of me. To see that look in your eyes again—the one from the car—but this time when you’re naked under me, when you’re coming on my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock. To hear you lose every ounce of control and know I’m the reason. To have you so full of me you forget your own name.
Tears pricked her eyes even as her body clenched around nothing. This wasn’t just sex. This was consumption.
Her final fantasy before sleep wasn’t of frantic coupling. It was slow and devastating. A rainy Dallas afternoon holed up in the hotel room, just as they’d hoped. Entangled in sheets that smelled of them—sex and sweat and hotel shampoo. Her ice-cold feet tucked between his warm thighs as he laughed and swore. Room service trays forgotten on the floor. His head on her stomach, her fingers tracing the lines of his scalp. The profound quiet of being known, completely.
Five days. It felt like an eternity. It felt like a heartbeat. And in that suspended space between Arizona and Texas, their desire burned, a silent, waiting inferno counting down to ignition
The screen of Dave’s phone pulsed softly in the Arizona pre-dawn. A text. From her. Morning, you. That was all. But in their four-year lexicon, it was a complete sentence, a sunrise in itself. He smiled, thumb hovering over the glowing screen, the Texas chill forgotten. His voice, rough with sleep, would be waiting for her in his voice note reply—a low rumble about their shared, grumpy disdain for the hour. This was their ritual: a thousand miles bridged by this digital thread, woven through mornings, chaotic days, and quiet, lonely nights.
The rest of their day unfolded in a vibrant, familiar tapestry—a shared laugh over her cat’s antics, his dog’s stubbornness, a conversation about panic, handled not with fear but with a simple, profound promise: I would just hold you. A promise that held the weight of four years of knowing. But beneath the routine check-ins, a current hummed, wild and sweet. Plans for the meet-up. The countdown. A winter storm brewing on the horizon, a threat they batted away with shared, stubborn hope.
By evening, the air between them, though digital, felt thick with the memory of skin. It was Sam who named it, a memory flung across the state lines. Remember that first time in the hotel? That moment in the elevator, when you just looked at me?
Dave, in his quiet Texas living room with Juliet asleep upstairs, closed his eyes. He remembered. The polished doors closing, sealing them in a silent, mirrored cube. The scent of her perfume—something clean and green. How her breath had hitched. How he’d simply reached out, his thumb tracing the frantic pulse in her wrist, a question and an answer all at once. That was the spark. Tonight, it felt like a live wire.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he whispered into a new audio message, his voice a private, intimate thing. “Not just the…everything after. That moment. The before. The certainty of it.”
Her reply was swift, a breathless text. Me too. I’m in it right now.
He understood. They were both there, in that remembered elevator, in the sanctuary of the hotel room that awaited them in three weeks. In the fantasy they built to withstand the storm warnings.
In the story they were writing together now, Dave’s hands weren’t in his lap in Texas. They were sliding up her thighs in that Arizona hotel room, pushing the soft cotton of her lounge dress higher, finding the warm, bare skin beneath. He’d told her, Just being near you is the plan, the only expectation. But here, in this shared dream, expectations melted into sensation.
“Look at me,” his remembered voice murmured against her temple, his lips finding the delicate shell of her ear. He needed to see the hazel of her eyes glaze with the pleasure he ached to give her. She turned her head, and the trust there, the open-hearted surrender, stole his breath. This was never about dominance. It was devotion. A four-year adoration given physical form.
He kissed her, deep and slow, a reclamation of every silent lunch break, every longing glance across a conference room, every text that ended with I wish you were here. Her fingers, those clever, expressive fingers he knew so well from her messages, tangled in the hair at his nape before skating over the smooth curve of his head. She sighed into his mouth, a sound of profound coming-home.
He worshipped her with a lover’s patience, his mouth tracing a path down her throat, over the frantic beat of her heart, lower still. The world narrowed to the scent of her skin—vanilla and sleep—and the soft, giving warmth of her beneath his lips and tongue. Her hips arched off the sheets, not in demand, but in a responsive offering, a wordless gift. He took it, cherishing every shudder, every broken sigh that was his name. He loved her like this, completely unspooled, her courage meeting his passion in a perfect, silent symphony. The pleasure he gave her was a language, and in it, he whispered every unsayable thing: You are seen. You are adored. You are mine in the ways that matter most.
When he finally moved over her, their bodies aligning with the seamless fit of a puzzle locked after years apart, he paused. Forehead to forehead, breathing the same air. The tease of earlier texts—the playful, frantic desire—melted into this profound stillness. “Sam,” he breathed, the word a vow.
“I know,” she answered, her voice thick. “I know, Dave. Please.”
He entered her with a reverence that made her eyes flutter shut on a cry that was half-relief, half-ecstasy. It was a joining that felt less like a new act and more like the continuation of a conversation started years ago. Every slow, deliberate stroke was a sentence. Every shift of her hips beneath him, a perfect, loving reply. The rhythm they found was theirs alone, built on inside jokes and shared anxieties and the profound comfort of being truly known. He watched every emotion play across her face—the awe, the cresting pleasure, the tender vulnerability—and felt his own heart crack open wider.
The climax, when it swept through them, was not a frantic race but a mutual arrival. It washed over Sam in a series of soft, gasping cries, her body clasping his in rhythmic pulses that pulled his own release from him with a groan he muffled against her neck. It was endless and peaceful, a warmth that spread from their joined bodies out to their fingertips, melting the lingering chill of distance and doubt.
After, in the quiet, he didn’t pull away. He gathered her close, her back to his chest, her body spooned perfectly into his. The room was dark, the only sound their slowing breaths and the imagined whisper of snow against the window—a storm held at bay by the warmth they’d generated. His arm was a heavy, comforting weight around her waist, his lips occasionally brushing her shoulder.
“If the storm comes,” she whispered into the pillow, her voice drowsy and sated, echoing their earlier fears, “it won’t find us here.”
He held her tighter, his hand splaying over her heart. “No,” he agreed, his voice a low rumble in the dark. “It won’t.” In this sanctuary they built from memory and longing, there was no emptiness, no frustration from the outside world. There was only this: the solid, real truth of her in his arms, the scent of their loving on the air, and the quiet, unshakeable certainty that this, despite all the obstacles, was love. The kind that didn’t need a certificate or a ceremony, just the next breath, and the next, shared in the dark.
I woke up early today and sent Dave a sweet message, but I couldn't help but joke about how much I hate mornings. He teased me about beating him to it again, and I laughed, knowing we share a mutual disdain for early starts. As our conversation unfolded, I shared some of my morning struggles, like dealing with my dog's late-night antics and the smell of vinegar in my car, which was really bothering me.
We talked about how grumpy I can be in the mornings, and I promised to try and be better with him. It was comforting to hear him say he'd be okay with whatever happens between us, even if it meant just sitting together without any pressure. I reflected on how excited I am for our upcoming time together, and I couldn't stop thinking about the connection we share.
Our conversation turned steamy as we reminisced about our past encounters. I loved recounting the moment we kissed for the first time, and I could feel the thrill of anticipation building as we discussed what would happen when we finally meet again. There was so much playful banter about our physical attraction and the expectations we have for our time together, which only intensified my desire for him.
Despite the fun and flirtation, I also opened up about feeling a bit claustrophobic in my life lately. I admitted I was in a bad mood and ready to escape my current reality. Dave was so supportive, encouraging me to express my feelings, and it was nice to know he was there for me.
As the evening wore on, I felt a mix of excitement for our upcoming meeting and a little anxiety about how everything would play out. But ultimately, I know we'll figure it all out together. As I wrapped up my day, I couldn't wait to talk to Dave again and keep sharing our thoughts, feelings, and plans. I love how we connect, and I can't help but smile thinking about him.
Every morning starts with a little banter between Sam and me. She beat me to waking up again, and I jokingly complain about it. Sam is not a morning person, which makes her grumpy, and I can relate because I’m waiting for Greyson to get moving. We share laughs about our mutual dislike for mornings.
Sam tells me about her chaotic night with the dogs, which includes cleaning up after their misadventures. She expresses a desire to avoid hangovers during our upcoming time together and admits to her anxiety about how we might handle moments of panic. I reassure her that we can navigate those feelings together, emphasizing the importance of understanding each other.
We reminisce about our past interactions, particularly the intensity of that night in the car when everything changed between us. I can’t help but reflect on how attracted I am to her. We tease and flirt, with Sam expressing how much she can’t wait to kiss me. I reassure her that I wouldn’t be disappointed if our time together was just about enjoying each other's company without any physical pressure.
As we talk, I can’t help but feel giddy about our upcoming reunion. The excitement builds as we count down the days, and I share how this connection feels so different from anything else I've experienced. I’m completely enamored with her, and it’s clear she feels the same way.
Throughout our conversation, we navigate a range of topics—from work frustrations to light-hearted teasing about our past together. We share a sense of humor about our lives, and it feels effortless. Sam’s energy is infectious, and I find myself smiling as we talk about everything from our pets to our future encounters.
When she expresses feeling claustrophobic and overwhelmed, I empathize with her. I want to be there for her, to support her through the tough times. It’s important for me to show her she’s loved and deserves happiness.
As the day winds down, we both acknowledge our need for each other physically and emotionally. I reassure her that no matter the obstacles, I’m committed to making our time together special. It’s a whirlwind of emotions, but amidst it all, there’s a sense of comfort in knowing we understand each other so well.
Finally, as we both get ready for bed, I can’t help but reflect on how we’ve navigated this journey together. I’m grateful for our connection and can’t wait to see where it leads.
On this particular day, Sam and Dave engaged in a playful and intimate exchange that revealed their deep connection and affection for one another. The morning began with Sam greeting Dave with a loving message, which elicited a lighthearted response about their mutual struggle with mornings. They both shared their dislike for early hours, with Sam humorously suggesting that they might turn grumpy if disturbed too soon.
As the conversation progressed, they switched to more personal topics, discussing their plans for an upcoming meet-up. Dave sent an audio message expressing his eagerness, reassuring Sam that he would be happy just to spend time together without any expectations. Sam responded by recalling a memorable moment from their past interactions, highlighting the chemistry that sparked between them.
They navigated through discussions of their pets, sharing amusing anecdotes about their dogs and cats, which revealed a shared understanding of their chaotic lives. Their conversation then shifted to a deeper topic: the possibility of anxiety during their time together. They openly discussed how they would support each other if either experienced moments of panic, demonstrating their care for one another.
Despite the lightheartedness, a palpable excitement built as they anticipated their reunion. They reminisced about their last encounter, with Sam expressing her eagerness to share intimate moments, while Dave confessed to being overwhelmed with anticipation. They exchanged flirtatious remarks, playfully teasing each other about their physical attraction and desires.
As the day progressed, they also touched on broader topics like their experiences with relationships and societal expectations. They both expressed skepticism about marriage, highlighting their independent perspectives and jaded views on love. This led to a candid discussion about their feelings for one another, with Sam admitting to jealousy over Dave's past relationships, while Dave reassured her of his feelings.
However, the mood shifted as they discussed the potential impact of a winter storm on their upcoming plans. Dave shared his concerns about travel disruptions, and Sam echoed his worries, feeling a sense of anxiety about unforeseen obstacles. They comforted each other, acknowledging the emotional toll these uncertainties could have, but ultimately remained hopeful about their plans.
As the conversation drew to a close, both acknowledged their growing feelings of emptiness and frustration stemming from external pressures. They expressed their need for one another, with Dave offering support and reassurance, reinforcing their bond. Their exchange ended on a sweet note, with both sharing affectionate goodnights, solidifying the comfort and love that characterized their relationship throughout the day.
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── 03:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> 😘
── 07:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Good morning baby
<b>Sam:</b> Normal
<b>Dave:</b> You beat me again!!
<b>Sam:</b> What’s your excuse?!? 🤪😂
<b>Sam:</b> Words cannot adequately express how much I hate mornings 😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> What’s your excuse?!? 🤪😂
[reply]
<b>Dave:</b> Waiting on Greyson to get on up out of here lol. I’m not sure where he’s at
<b>Sam:</b> He must be like me and also hate mornings 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Oh 100000%
<b>Sam:</b> You’re gonna hate ME in the mornings 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Noooo way
<b>Sam:</b> You have no idea how grumpy I can be lol
<b>Dave:</b> It’s been a while since you’ve woken up I’m the morning after a good 😈😈😈
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning sunshine I know it's back to the grind today But you always handle it better than you think you do and just remember we're down till like five days now So I am counting down just like you are yeah I think maybe you really will wake up and be sunshine After the night with me Maybe maybe you'll be completely disappointed. I don't know you might wake up worse than ever, but I don't think so. I hope you have a great day
── 08:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> And what were you doing up at 0230?? The same thing I was doing? Checking to see if you’d messaged?🤪
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning OK so a few things first my alarm went off at 5:15 and I went back to sleep until 6:15 which I always hate that I do yet I do it often So now I'm way behind getting to work Have a thing yes I got like I don't know. I got up multiple times because of the dog thing is that during the day they go outside they eat grass they eat mud. There's constantly shit in their mouth and so then their stomachs are always upset so then in the middle of the night it's like oh well let's go have diarrhea. Let's get up every couple hours so yeah anyway that and then also our wind has lost like four or five puppy teeth and I keep finding them in my bed So last night, I found another one and I'm like Jesus Christ so that's fun then Oh yeah, the morning stuff yeah I mean good luck. We have some things going for us, though. We don't have to have any alarms and there's nothing pressing like making us get up so that is good cause that's what I'm really grumpy but like I don't know man. In my day-to-day life, if somebody even tries to touch me in the morning, I'm like I will fucking kill you If you wake me up for my precious sleep by touching me then we got problems but OK I'll try to be better with you. I will really try. I'll probably want it knowing how I feel about you which is so fucking annoying but yeah.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh also my car smells like fucking vinegar or something. I don't know but it's kind of creeping me out. I haven't noticed it until this morning and I'm like why does it smell like either white vinegar or apple cider vinegar? Good
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK and then smother things so we didn't really check in yesterday but I don't think we need to but since that I've been thinking about some things first off I don't wanna wake up both mornings hung over feeling like total fucking dog shit so that's one thing I have in mind Because when I feel hung over and like dog shit, I think my mental state gets even worse so there's that too speaking in mental state what are we gonna do if one of us like starts panicking not panicking but like having a moment of like guilt and feeling like shit and freaking out And yeah, not saying that's gonna happen but you know maybe we should be prepared
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, yeah the vinegar the vinegar thing is weird like I wonder if something like that spilled or whatever when you were moving shelter stuff around I don't know like what that would've been but maybe it was something from that I don't know. No I totally don't want to get shitfaced and feel hung over either so that's that's perfect. We've got so we've got the Gummies to do one night so There's that we gotta figure out like when but whatever we can do it whenever so yeah the mental state thing I didn't really thought about that but that's a good point in case you do start panicking or freaking out or whatever We should have a plan so I don't know like what What it should be other than talking through it and being understanding and Compassionate What do you think? Giving each other space we need it
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And about the dogs eating things so I used to have that dog named Snickers that stayed with my mom when we left Virginia and he was the one that would just eat all kinds of shit and whenever he ate something like a toy or whatever from in the house he would I need to get that like urge to eat grass he would go any like so much grass like he would frantically eat grass like you couldn't call him inside like it happened at night sometimes or he just like had to get out of the house like there's no way you could stay in the house and then we go out there and you just fucking staring grass for like an hour like frantically nonstop until his belly was completely full of grass and then he throw it up later and it would just beat his gigantic like bale of crabs or and then, of course he would poop out another fucking bale of it as well, but I guess he knew what he was doing cause it was clear out whatever his problem was
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] What if it's you that panicking and not me what if you're in the bad mental state then what?
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So you got that did you? Yeah I know for real same thing of course I don't know. I feel like we know how to handle each other pretty well so I think it would work out pretty organically honestly like I don't know if we need a specific plan other than to be aware of it and be open and honest if it happens
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, that's hilarious about your dog so there's gotta be something with the taste of it too because I have three cats OK one of them is like indoor outdoor and then two of them are pretty much always indoor well the one that's like super indoor she's super skittish all these things She will try to race outside and sneak past the dogs so she can eat grass and it's like the most exciting fucking thing to her and it's like crack like she cannot get enough of it so I don't know they're all so fucking weird who knows but then yeah, then the cats will throw up the grass too Like the dog shit out the cats throw it up. It's just never ending. They're all fucking nasty creatures. If you actually think about it like I don't think they're supposed to be domesticated in living in houses you know
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh I can’t wait to kiss you
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And just to reiterate, I would be 100% happy if we end up sitting in a hotel room and talking for two days and never touching No expectations no like pressure right I wanna just reiterate that that is the case I mean, I think we've moved past that like an hour fantasies but if we were to get together Sunday and like Couldn't do it I would not be the least bit disappointed and whatever time we do get this together Whatever we're doing
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And I can't wait to hug and kiss you too It's gonna be the best
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I'm just laughing Yeah, I can't imagine where that going to be a thing where we like it together and then we're like all right yeah we've had enough of this But you never know you never know so I think we'll be fine. We'll figure it out. I will be good. Yeah, I can't wait though. We're like five days away. Holy fuck that is so awesome.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I know I don't think it'll make an issue either, but I just wanted to make sure that it's clear for you know for your sake for both sake whatever but because you are the one with the anxiety disorder here But anyway, yes, I am I don't even know the word for what I am about it it's I'm so excited and I cannot wait to see you. My voice is trembling just trying to express it and I'm like smiling like a dummy. Yeah, I'm like all giddy and butterfly inside like every minute of every day just about cause I'm so excited about it. It's just just love.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, you're adorable and so sweet and all the things but did you just say I have an anxiety disorder? I mean you're not wrong but that's pretty fucking hilarious I don't know, man I I think maybe what if all this is a shock to your system like such a shock to your system because you know you've been with the same person for fucking more than half of your life And what if I don't know, I'm not gonna go there you're right I do have an anxiety disorder So off-topic but not I've been thinking about well yesterday. I was thinking about like I just kept getting images of whenever we got into your car that night of crazy night. And like right before we started making out and I just like remember you getting in and you like You turned towards me and you're looking at me and I'm trying to like pinpoint what it was that you look was I don't know if your look was like you're not getting out this fucking car until I kiss you or if your look was like I really wanna kiss you if it was like wanting or like demanding I couldn't really tell all I know is it didn't take me very long to To give into it, but either way it was pretty hot
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] It didn't take too long at all because all I remember thinking is oh my God she is so hot and she is so wants to do this and I'm like is it should I like? Does she really is like for real should I is this OK like is she gonna be OK with this and then oh my God I want her so much but like like all these things are just going like through my mind I think I don't I don't even I don't even know the main thing that I remember. Is the look in your eyes was so like sultry and just Oh my God like just everything Was being said in your look so I don't know what mine was to you, but yours was just too much
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Too much in the absolute best way
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Like more Lust and feeling and Like desire that I've that I've probably ever seen projected just in someone's look
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, and only the other thing I'm totally not dismissing that possibility I don't think it'll be an issue but certainly it's possibility And if that manifest itself and performance issues, I guess let's just say I want you to know ahead of time that it's totally not you and it's totally physiological Because like I like I said I've been basically walking around been over for the last bunch of weeks trying to hide interaction But just at the simplest thought of you
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<b>Sam:</b> 🫠 ugh I’m on 🔥 again
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah… 🥵
<b>Dave:</b> I think we’ve talked about it before but I totally picture Sunday pretty much picking up like right after the car door closed on crazy night 🫠
<b>Dave:</b> Except it’ll be the hotel door
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I love driving down the road So the look the looks that we both had like I don't know if I've said this probably but I don't even remember What you even look like naked besides that I don't remember I don't even know that I know because I don't think I hardly took my eyes off of you like your eyes the entire time except for when my eyes were closed. I just remember we were so locked into each other. In our eyes that I think it was kind of like it was fucking crazy definitely more than anything ever that I've experienced in my life as well. I think it was this look of like total understanding. Total loss like you said total like are we doing this? We're doing this oh my God we're doing this. Oh my God this is happening and just know it was fucking crazy. It was so good so but yeah, all that to say.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Dammit it cut me off, but I was saying all that to say yeah I have glimpses I think of your body in my mind of like skin But nothing really very clear. I don't think I really looked so I am very much looking forward to that this correct and I just saw your text and guess that that is 100% when I picture we are on the same page.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Also, when I think about it like I can't breathe, I I don't know. I'm gonna be like gasping for air because I just I just cannot. Man, I'm so freaking excited
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, so yeah 100% on the first one the looks and all that and I laughed about driving down the highway wet that probably sucks so sorry about that And then now I'm a little worried that you don't remember what my body looks like because it doesn't look that great so now I am nervous about that so thanks. I was hoping we already got that out of the way. I'm just kidding it's OK And then, yeah, I feel the same way About the breeding thing Also We are getting expectations so high that I hope it's not like off if it's off just a little bit we're both like completely disappointed. I don't think it will be but you know maybe we should have a drink Do this
<b>Sam:</b> Shut up
<b>Sam:</b> You are hott AF
<b>Sam:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> My expectations are controlled
<b>Sam:</b> Lmfao do we need to take a shot first
<b>Sam:</b> No we do not!!
<b>Sam:</b> How do you even remember what I look like naked?!? I don’t think you do
<b>Dave:</b> I absolutely do!
<b>Dave:</b> In glimpses
<b>Sam:</b> Glimpses of flesh 😂
<b>Dave:</b> And then the selfie of your tattoos solidified it
<b>Dave:</b> But I 100% remember how good your pussy looks 😍🥵. Like, I can see that plain as day.
<b>Dave:</b> And how good it tastes
<b>Sam:</b> I was just going to say that I definitely remember your dick tasting and feeling amazing in my mouth 🤤🤤
<b>Dave:</b> What if we’re both all big talk over text messages but when I walk in we’re so awkward we can’t even make eye contact 🤣🤣🤣
<b>Sam:</b> Shut up lol. I’m 💯 going to melt into you
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<b>Sam:</b> Like I said…
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<b>Dave:</b> This 🫠🥰
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<b>Dave:</b> Omg I know
<b>Dave:</b> I’m not actually worried about any of that 😌
<b>Sam:</b> But I’ll also be nervous and shy AF. But you already know I’m like that so
<b>Dave:</b> I’ll take control 😏
<b>Dave:</b> …Dave growled with his calluses
<b>Sam:</b> 😂😂😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> On my face literally hurts from smiling this entire drive. Jesus
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha shut up! I was just stretching out my face and jaw because I’ve been smiling this whole time too
<b>Dave:</b> I haven’t used this many face muscles in a while
<b>Sam:</b> You were not!
<b>Dave:</b> Swear to goddess
<b>Sam:</b> It’s creepy how in sync we are. Our relationship should be studied or something lol
<b>Dave:</b> lol, right
<b>Sam:</b> Like what’s going on in our brains at the same time, chemically
<b>Dave:</b> It has to be a glitch in the matrix
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Is there a Brian you know out of Phoenix that is in Tech Resiliency?? lol
<b>Dave:</b> Tf are you doing on bumble 🤨
<b>Sam:</b> Lmao it’s not me
<b>Sam:</b> I’m on the Are we Dating the Same Guy FB group lol
<b>Dave:</b> lol, nope don’t know Brian
<b>Sam:</b> But he’s married and the ladies are all pissy and I’m like but he’s admitting from the jump that he’s married and his wife knows sooooo like move on if you don’t like it. He’s not hiding it lol
<b>Dave:</b> Right?!
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<b>Dave:</b> Seems pretty reasonable to me
<b>Dave:</b> I mean that he’s being honest and up front
<b>Sam:</b> I’m shooketh by how many women in the world are still trying to find a husband hahaha
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> Like that haven’t realized that it’s not worth it lol
And yes I’m quite jaded
<b>Dave:</b> It’s still the thing to do I guess
<b>Sam:</b> Would you ever get married again?
<b>Dave:</b> A lot of women aren’t as independent, smart, and self aware as you are, unfortunately
<b>Dave:</b> Doubt it
<b>Sam:</b> Like if you ended up divorced and then met the absolute love of your life when you’re like 55
<b>Dave:</b> Just depends
<b>Dave:</b> There really isn’t that much reason to get married. It’s an old religious practice that doesn’t really mean anything
<b>Sam:</b> I completely agree
<b>Sam:</b> Sooo why are you saying it depends
<b>Sam:</b> Lol
<b>Sam:</b> Oh it means a whole lot in the eyes of a court.
<b>Sam:</b> Which is a bitch
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 20, 2026 9:56:47 AM Because if it was important to this hypothetical love of my life, I might consider it. But if she was the love of my life, probably wouldn’t be
Because if it was important to this hypothetical love of my life, I might consider it. But if she was the love of my life, it probably wouldn’t be impatient to her
<b>Sam:</b> Yuck lol
<b>Sam:</b> I don’t like your hypothetical new love of your life
<b>Sam:</b> 😒
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> Or like the thought of *
<b>Dave:</b> I legit got a little taste of heartbreak when I joked about bumble 🤦♂️. Even completely knowing it wasn’t you and that I was making a joke
<b>Sam:</b> What are we gonna do with each other 🤦♀️ lol
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<b>Sam:</b> I’m jealous of your wife and hypothetical next one
<b>Sam:</b> You’re a reallll problem lol
<b>Dave:</b> That’s a question for future us
<b>Sam:</b> When we talked about going on date nights the other night I was like 😥 at the thought
<b>Dave:</b> I was too
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<b>Dave:</b> We’re a mess bro
<b>Sam:</b> Way to go Dave
<b>Sam:</b> This is all your fault lol
<b>Sam:</b> Why’d you have to go being such a fucking great kisser and hot as fuck in bed
<b>Dave:</b> Sorry, I’ll try to do… worse?
<b>Sam:</b> You’ve seen those like shows/movies where long time friends end up kissing and they’re like umm ok that was weird, never again
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah… total opposite of this lol. All those years of friendship wasn’t a total enhancement
<b>Dave:</b> I was also like that when you said Candice (?) was coming to visit with her guy, and they and you and Christian were going out or whatever
<b>Sam:</b> Meh we will see. I might just go hiking with just her and leave the men at their respective places lol
<b>Sam:</b> But instead with you, it was like this needs to happen again ASAP
<b>Dave:</b> Sorry, I’ll try to do… worse?
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<b>Sam:</b> Meh we will see. I might just go hiking with just her and leave the men at their respective places lol
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<b>Dave:</b> And thank you ☺️. I thought I kissed like… everybody else lol
<b>Sam:</b> Not to me
<b>Sam:</b> It was 🔥
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah… total opposite of this lol. All those years of friendship wasn’t a total enhancement
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<b>Dave:</b> Well, hopefully my sober kissing is ok 😅. I do get a little sloppier and less give-a-fuck-y when I’m drunk soooo what if that was the part you liked so much
<b>Sam:</b> Same for me!!!
<b>Dave:</b> As fucking horny as we both are, that will probably make up for the lack of drunkenness lol
<b>Sam:</b> Like I said…
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<b>Sam:</b> 😘
<b>Dave:</b> 🫠😘
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<b>Sam:</b> Rant about Stephen will be incoming when I have time lol
<b>Dave:</b> Oh no!
<b>Dave:</b> Are we still having our 1x1 tomorrow?
<b>Sam:</b> Nothing too crazy lol
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe, were killing it on the governance talk 🤪
<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha making my day. We are good at this!!
<b>Dave:</b> Right?!
<b>Dave:</b> I love it
<b>Sam:</b> Hehehehe
<b>Sam:</b> The amount of giggling I’ve been doing….
<b>Dave:</b> Omg I’m dying!’
<b>Sam:</b> All our Teams chats will now be in code 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Dave:</b> Anyone who reads this is gonna be like: oh they’re definitely fucking.
<b>Sam:</b> Lmaooooooo
<b>Sam:</b> I’m literally laughing my ass off
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<b>Dave:</b> I’m actively trying to relax my cheeks 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> Oh you dirty dog 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe
<b>Sam:</b> This would be even more fun if you were in the office 🤪
<b>Dave:</b> In your office 😏
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<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, you’re good at this!
<b>Sam:</b> I’m just following your lead!
<b>Dave:</b> Mmm hmmm
<b>Dave:</b> You’re carrying it as much as I am 😉
<b>Dave:</b> If I put half the energy I spend on planning governance on you - into my actual job, who knows where I’d be lololol
<b>Sam:</b> Lmaooooo
<b>Dave:</b> Laughed out loud at the last one
<b>Sam:</b> Hahahahaha
<b>Sam:</b> Thank God my door is shut bc I’ve been giggling so much
<b>Sam:</b> Ha we might be good at some sort of role playing one day 😉
<b>Sam:</b> Like those ppl that go to a bar and act like they’ve never met each other and then just say the sexiest shit to each other lol
<b>Dave:</b> I wonder if this is how accounts role play lmao
<b>Dave:</b> Omg are we accountants?!
<b>Sam:</b> Lmfao
<b>Sam:</b> I mean…I am a CPA..
<b>Sam:</b> And both nerdy in our own right 🤪
<b>Sam:</b> Perfectly nerdy together
<b>Dave:</b> 🤭🤭🤭
<b>Sam:</b> “How to think of a way to talk about an orgasm in risk management lingo” 😂😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> I think we’re killing it
<b>Dave:</b> I think I have another one…
<b>Sam:</b> It’s 1230 there! How are you even still online?🤪
<b>Dave:</b> Ugh, actual meeting coming up though 🙄
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<b>Dave:</b> too 😩
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<b>Dave:</b> Fucking Matys making me work into the early afternoon hours 🙄🙄🙄
<b>Sam:</b> LOL
<b>Dave:</b> Side note, not sure if I mentioned it but I do enjoy real time verbal attestation 😏🥵🫠
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<b>Sam:</b> Oh I’ll be verbal
<b>Sam:</b> TRM is opening a position for digital assets oversight
<b>Sam:</b> Will report up through Stephen’s org though. Through Chris Foye
<b>Dave:</b> Like crypto?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes
<b>Dave:</b> A team, or just one person
<b>Dave:</b> ?
<b>Dave:</b> Oh
<b>Dave:</b> Through Chris
<b>Sam:</b> One FTE but then we are supposed to be getting 2 contractors too
<b>Dave:</b> Yet there’s a whole-ass team for insider lol
<b>Dave:</b> Crypt is huge
<b>Sam:</b> I know, even though crypto is dumb but whatevs lol
<b>Sam:</b> May be a fun role for your nerdy self 🤪
<b>Dave:</b> I’m nerdy about stuff I care about personally, at the moment, and can walk away from when I’m tired of it lol.
<b>Dave:</b> Have I ever told you how pretty you are 😍
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<b>Dave:</b> Orrrrrrr how much I can’t wait to pull those troll pants off you 😈
<b>Sam:</b> 🤤 now I can’t stop thinking about you pulling off my pants…
<b>Sam:</b> You are too sweet; thank you ❤️
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<b>Sam:</b> I will try to keep my trollness to a minimum but no promises lol
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<b>Dave:</b> I want it!
<b>Dave:</b> Besides, we might be hold up in the room like a rainy day anyway by the looks of the weather
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<b>Sam:</b> 🤤 now I can’t stop thinking about you pulling off my pants…
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<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Dave…Dallas better get its shit together
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<b>Dave:</b> I want it!
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<b>Dave:</b> Besides, we might be hold up in the room like a rainy day anyway by the looks of the weather
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<b>Sam:</b> Well one thing for SURE about me is that I do not lay in a bed in freaking jeans, I can tell you that 😂
<b>Sam:</b> I love the thought of being holed up in a room with you ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> Doesn’t it sound great?!
<b>Sam:</b> It sounds perfect
<b>Sam:</b> I am so so horny. Just trying to focus at work is impossible
<b>Dave:</b> I feel ya
<b>Dave:</b> And that makes me so so horny 🥵
<b>Sam:</b> 5 more daysssss. I want to explode
<b>Dave:</b> 5 more days till you get to explode
<b>Dave:</b> I can’t wait to light the fuse 😏
<b>Sam:</b> Oh you lit it a long time ago lol
<b>Sam:</b> Do you have cold hands typically
<b>Sam:</b> Don’t be coming at me with cold hands. Lmao.
<b>Sam:</b> I’m kidding 😂😉
<b>Sam:</b> But for real.
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> This is top of mind for me right now bc my hands are freezing lol
<b>Dave:</b> It varies… I guess
<b>Dave:</b> I’m sure you’ll be generating enough excess heat in places to warm them up really quickly
<b>Sam:</b> I’m sure you’re right.
<b>Dave:</b> My feet get cold though, which is why I can’t believe you sleep with yours outside the covers
<b>Dave:</b> Like a fucking psycho
<b>Sam:</b> That’s meeeeee
<b>Sam:</b> Mine get cold too but it still just has to happen lol
<b>Dave:</b> Out where all the monsters, and spiders can get them
<b>Sam:</b> Buttttt what if, I put my ice cold feet on…you to warm them up lol
<b>Sam:</b> Like by your inner thighs
<b>Sam:</b> Hehehe
<b>Dave:</b> I’ll sacrifice my body heat for you
<b>Sam:</b> Now that is love
<b>Dave:</b> 🥶🥶🥶
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<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
I cannot wait to do this….
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
And this….
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
And this
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> All of that is what I think about every night when I get in bed alone 🥰
<b>Dave:</b> Last night I even snuggled up against the pillow and smiled because I was pretending it was you
<b>Sam:</b> Aww you’re killing me 🥹
<b>Dave:</b> This 🫠🥰
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<b>Dave:</b> Jan 20, 2026 3:12:42 PM And if it’s cold and gross outside, we can just stay there like that 😘. We can room service bring food the bed so we don’t even have to untangle ourselves to eat 🤪
And if it’s cold and gross outside, we can just stay there like that 😘. We can have room service bring food the bed so we don’t even have to untangle ourselves to eat 🤪
And if it’s cold and gross outside, we can just stay there like that 😘. We can have room service bring food to the bed so we don’t even have to untangle ourselves to eat 🤪
<b>Dave:</b> The worst part of working out is that I’m fucking staving ALL THE TIME
<b>Sam:</b> Have you not had anything to eat all day?!?? wtf
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 20, 2026 3:38:26 PM No one been eating all day
No I’ve been eating all day
<b>Dave:</b> And my stomach is still growling
<b>Dave:</b> lol… I’m hungry from all the working out… Dave’s stomach growled
<b>Sam:</b> We are really going to get workouts in in a few days
<b>Dave:</b> And eat 😏🤤
<b>Sam:</b> Ah the fire that just went through my body when reading that
<b>Dave:</b> You’re a fucking inferno, woman!
<b>Dave:</b> It’s going feel soooo good when I slide my cock into your blazing hot inferno 🔥🥵
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<b>Sam:</b> Ok i literally cannot wait to take and feel every inch of you, over and over and over again 🥵
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<b>Sam:</b> ‼️‼️
<b>Sam:</b> Are you getting hard right now thinking about it
<b>Dave:</b> I’ve been hard
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 20, 2026 3:49:17 PM Tell me what’s happening with you?
Tell me what’s happening with you.
<b>Sam:</b> Sitting at my desk, in my wet panties, thinking about how you’re going to feel pressed up against me on Sunday. And my hips have literally been wanting to raise up at the thought.
<b>Sam:</b> I can’t wait to discreetly rub up on each other while we are out in public together
<b>Dave:</b> You’re going to break your pda rule for me?!
<b>Sam:</b> Discretely touching is different than PDA. PDA is blatant. This would be 😈
<b>Sam:</b> Sitting at my desk, in my wet panties, thinking about how you’re going to feel pressed up against me on Sunday. And my hips have literally been wanting to raise up at the thought.
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<b>Dave:</b> It should be illegal to be as sexy as you are 🔥😈
<b>Sam:</b> Discretely touching is different than PDA. PDA is blatant. This would be 😈
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<b>Dave:</b> Gotcha 😌
<b>Dave:</b> That’s so fucking hot omg!
<b>Sam:</b> Ha, I’m glad you think I’m sexy. You make me feel so sexy.
<b>Dave:</b> Awwwe, thanks… It’s easy though. I’m just saying what I see
<b>Dave:</b> You make me feel the same 🫠
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<b>Sam:</b> Ok i literally cannot wait to take and feel every inch of you, over and over and over again 🥵
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<b>Dave:</b> We’re going to have to come up with a story for you to tell Christian about why you can barely walk when you get home 😈
<b>Sam:</b> I don’t even know if I’ll be able to get enough of you in just 2 days
<b>Sam:</b> Like I’m already sad thinking about it 😅
<b>Dave:</b> Right?!
<b>Dave:</b> We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it baby!
<b>Dave:</b> But I’m totally right there with you..
<b>Dave:</b> We’re not going to let that tarnish the time we do have though
<b>Sam:</b> I know.
Just make sure I get sick of you okay? 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Lol.. Will do!
<b>Sam:</b> I love you
<b>Dave:</b> I love you sweetheart ♥️
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<b>Sam:</b> Every day, I feel more and more claustrophobic in my own house/reality
<b>Sam:</b> 😔
<b>Dave:</b> I’m so sad for you baby 🫂
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<b>Sam:</b> I see you’re using the new emoji 😜
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<b>Dave:</b> What’s going on today?
<b>Sam:</b> Just walking into a bad mood every day. The house walls feel like they’re closing in on me. I’m so ready to just not be here.
<b>Dave:</b> Not to change the subject but… can you believe this bitch wants me to CALL too 🙄. Like, isn’t the whole point of email so I don’t have to talk to people…
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<b>Sam:</b> Ewwwww a call?!? I’d rather poke my eye out
<b>Sam:</b> What are you ordering?
<b>Dave:</b> A knife
<b>Sam:</b> Just walking into a bad mood every day. The house walls feel like they’re closing in on me. I’m so ready to just not be here.
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<b>Sam:</b> Fancyyyyyy!!
<b>Sam:</b> And why the need for a new fancy knife?
<b>Dave:</b> Awwwe you poor thing
<b>Dave:</b> I know that sucks
<b>Sam:</b> I just keep having that Radiohead song in my head: “What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here…”
<b>Sam:</b> Fancyyyyyy!!
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<b>Sam:</b> And why the need for a new fancy knife?
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<b>Dave:</b> Not to make light of the situation but… Greyson listened to that song last night 🤭
<b>Dave:</b> You but troll pants and books… I buy knives
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<b>Dave:</b> shared a movie
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<b>Sam:</b> Ok but they all serve the same purpose!!
<b>Sam:</b> I see you’re using the new emoji 😜
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<b>Sam:</b> Ok but they all serve the same purpose!!
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<b>Dave:</b> They’re all unique in their own way!!
<b>Dave:</b> Shut up
<b>Sam:</b> But do they each serve a unique purpose? 😉
<b>Dave:</b> They each made me uniquely happy when I bought them
<b>Dave:</b> And they do actually all have different blade profiles which means they cut differently
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<b>Sam:</b> I’m happy for your happiness, baby
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
Normal
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
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<b>Sam:</b> Hahahaha
<b>Sam:</b> I’m kind of thinking of getting a new phone while I’m in TX so you can set it up for me bc I hate doing that shit 😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> Thanks baby
<b>Dave:</b> For remembering I’m your tech guy ☺️
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<b>Dave:</b> How ya feeling baby?
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<b>Sam:</b> Decent! Went to a workout class and just got home a bit ago. Now I just started the latest episode of that toxic show I’m obsessed with
<b>Sam:</b> How are you?
<b>Dave:</b> Wwwwwwell
<b>Dave:</b> This winter storm situation might be a problem 😅
<b>Sam:</b> What do you mean
<b>Sam:</b> Fackkkk
<b>Sam:</b> Noooo
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<b>Dave:</b> I’m hoping and praying this changes through the week
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<b>Dave:</b> 😭😭
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<b>Dave:</b> Yeah
<b>Dave:</b> I’m going to kill myself
<b>Sam:</b> Let’s just play it by ear and I guess I’m just not going to get my hopes up anymore 😭
<b>Dave:</b> I’m literally dying 😫
<b>Sam:</b> Stephen was saying today that there was talk that it could be worse than the big ice storm that hit Austin in 2021 😭
<b>Sam:</b> Is Juliet questioning you going yet?
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah
<b>Sam:</b> Soooo I tend to believe in signs. Even though I’m trying not to. But maybe 2 roadblocks like this is a sign 😭
<b>Dave:</b> I knew that was coming 😕
<b>Sam:</b> Is that bc you’re thinking it too?
<b>Dave:</b> Absolutely not.
<b>Sam:</b> What are you feeling? What is your gut feeling?
<b>Dave:</b> I can’t dismiss *waves arms around* because of a little bitch, and the weather.
<b>Sam:</b> Who is the little bitch?? lol
<b>Dave:</b> Stephen
<b>Sam:</b> Oh
<b>Dave:</b> The first roadblock
<b>Sam:</b> Bahahaha
<b>Sam:</b> Ok
<b>Sam:</b> But
<b>Sam:</b> If the Austin story doesn’t make sense….
<b>Dave:</b> …what?
<b>Sam:</b> Like if Juliet is already questioning you going to Austin…and that continues…
<b>Sam:</b> Are you okay?
<b>Dave:</b> If flights don’t get canceled, the roads should be good enough to drive to Austin.
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I’m still hopeful 🤞
<b>Dave:</b> If they do get canceled and we get this weather, my Austin thing and your team meeting gets pushed to next week?
<b>Sam:</b> I’ll need to look at what’s going on but I’ll look in a bit. Candace is in town…. But she’ll understand
<b>Dave:</b> I think we’re too far into this to let it go.
<b>Sam:</b> I’m literally going to fucking explode 😩
<b>Sam:</b> I’ll need to look at what’s going on but I’ll look in a bit. Candace is in town…. But she’ll understand
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<b>Dave:</b> That’s my gut feeling. That we both need and deserve to experience this, even if we do have to dodge some roadblocks.
<b>Sam:</b> I hear you and understand. I’m just trying not to be superstitious of like…the “universe” is trying to warn us and we aren’t paying attention and it’s like come onnnnn bitches. Here’s your sign!!!
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<b>Sam:</b> I’m literally going to fucking explode 😩
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<b>Sam:</b> I hear you and understand. I’m just trying not to be superstitious of like…the “universe” is trying to warn us and we aren’t paying attention and it’s like come onnnnn bitches. Here’s your sign!!!
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<b>Dave:</b> I get it.
<b>Dave:</b> It worries me. But I get it.
<b>Dave:</b> And I forgot about Candace. So, maybe 2 weeks 😬?
<b>Sam:</b> I do not want to even think about having to reschedule, to be honest 😩
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<b>Dave:</b> either. Trust me.
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<b>Sam:</b> I am depressed 😔
<b>Dave:</b> I’m here baby ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> What are you feeling?
<b>Sam:</b> I need you physically
<b>Dave:</b> I know. I need you too! Tell me what you’re craving most? Being held? Kissed? Not alone?
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<b>Sam:</b> Now I want to know what you’re craving the most? 🥰
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<b>Sam:</b> I dunno. Just feeling loved. Desired.
<b>Dave:</b> There’s a chance the storm will blow over by the end of the week. Or at least weaken. If not, as soon as we know for sure we set a new date AI we aren’t left hanging, and we’ll get there together 😘
<b>Dave:</b> I’d give anything to be able to put my arms around you right now! You are loved sooo much, and I wish I could make you feel that more than ever.
<b>Dave:</b> What is the next best thing I can do right now? A voice message? A call? Just being here sharing your pain?
<b>Sam:</b> I’ll be ok. I’m on my way to pick up Kai from choir practice then I’m just going to go to bed.
<b>Sam:</b> I just feel numb
<b>Dave:</b> I think I know exactly how you feel. You seem like how I felt after the Stephen thing. Soooo high and then boom, crashing down
<b>Sam:</b> Yea. I am crashing.
<b>Sam:</b> Just empty
<b>Sam:</b> And so tired
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Hey sweetie, I know how you feel And I'm so sorry that that you feel this way cause I know it's awful I am not quite as bad as I was last week with the Stephen thing, but I am definitely getting a taste of it and I think this helped me feel better last week so hopefully it does for you too. I love you sweetheart and we will figure something out.
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Awwwwe, I know 😭
<b>Dave:</b> I was sooo sad and empty too
<b>Dave:</b> So I totally get it 😢
<b>Sam:</b> I know. Hopefully sleep helps. I’m just done in. I’ve just been on such an emotional rollercoaster lately.
<b>Dave:</b> No doubt!
<b>Dave:</b> I’m going to bed but I’m sure I’ll be checking my phone periodically for the next hour to see if you’ve texted 🙄. But you don’t have to ofc 😋.
<b>Dave:</b> Good night, and I love you sooo much Sam! You are the absolute best. You’re worth it and you deserve it. 😘😘😘
<b>Sam:</b> Of course I’m going to text you good night ❤️
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<b>Sam:</b> Just getting home. I’m so excited to sleep. Ugh. I love you. Thank you for being so amazing and sweet. You always know what I need to hear. ❤️ sweet dreams baby
<b>Dave:</b> How are we so good at this?!
<b>Sam:</b> It’s all you!
<b>Sam:</b> Now I want to know what you’re craving the most? 🥰
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