2026-01-21

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The low thrum of anxiety in Sam’s skull had finally subsided to a faint, ignorable whisper, replaced by a different kind of thrum entirely. Her phone, dark on the sheets beside her, was a dormant conduit. The day’s tapestry—woven with threads of his comforting words, shared annoyance at her colleague’s existence, and the absurd, beautiful joke of their self-imposed abstinence—lay warm around her. It was the kind of warmth that settled not in the heart, but lower, a slow, sweet ache that pulsed in time with her heartbeat. He’d done that. With words. With the memory of his bald head gleaming in the selfie he’d sent, that confident, calm look in his eyes that promised he knew exactly what he was doing to her, even from states away.

She was supposed to be sleeping. But sleep felt like a surrender to the emptiness of her bed, a betrayal of the charged quiet he’d left in the air. Her mind, freed from the day’s headache, replayed his voice notes: the deep, warm timbre that spoke of Texas sun and patience, the subtle chuckle when she’d described her own social clumsiness. Goofy and awkward, she’d called herself, a defense mechanism laid bare. And he’d disarmed it with a story about literally jumping into bed, making her laugh so hard she’d snorted, the sound ugly and real and swallowed by the dark of her room. It was the intimacy of that—the sharing of stupid, vulnerable quirks—that stoked the ache between her legs more than any outright lewdness could.

Her hand slid under the waistband of her panties almost of its own accord, a seeking, shameful motion in the dark. She let out a shaky breath, fingertips brushing through soft curls. This was his domain, even here. He’d laid claim to it years ago, with a look, with a confidence that never pressured, only waited. And now, after the confessional dam of their texts had broken, the waiting was a form of exquisite torture.

She imagined his hands. Not just on her, but knowing her. The fantasy wasn’t of a faceless lover, but of Dave, with his particular intensity, his four years of studied restraint now at the breaking point. She saw him standing at the foot of this very bed, his gaze traveling the length of her body with a possessorship that felt like a compliment. He wouldn’t ask. He’d tell. A soft, firm command. “Turn over, Sam.”

A full-body shiver wracked her. She rolled onto her stomach, pressing her hips into the mattress, the friction a poor, desperate substitute. Her cheek was against the cool pillowcase. In her mind, he was moving now. The bed would dip with his weight. She could almost smell him—clean soap, warm skin, something inherently male and steady.

His palm, broad and warm, would land on the small of her back. Not a caress. A branding. A declaration. That touch alone would make her whimper, a sound lost in the cotton. His other hand would slide under her hip, lifting her, adjusting her. Positioning her. She was pliant, willfully so, offering herself up to his agenda. His silence was part of it, the focus of a man finally granted access to a treasure he’d catalogued in minute detail for years.

The first swat came not as a sting, but as a shockwave of pure sensation. A crisp, intimate crack against the curve of her ass, delivered through the thin silk of her panties. She gasped, fingers clawing at the sheets. It bloomed into heat, a perfect, sharp flower of pain that immediately melted into a deep, throbbing warmth. Before she could process it, a second followed, lower, where cheek met thigh. Then a third, higher. He was mapping her, each strike a claim staked, the rhythm steady and relentless.

Pleasure coiled, tight and urgent, low in her belly. This was the threshold he loved to drive her to, the point where coherent thought dissolved into a primal need for more—more pain, more touch, more him. Tears pricked her eyes, a mixture of overwhelm and catharsis. She was panting, little desperate noises escaping with each exhale. The thin fabric was soaked, clinging to her swollen flesh. The abstract “longing” they’d texted about had a taste now: salt and heat and her own slickness.

In the fantasy, his hand stilled, resting heavy on the punished, burning skin. His touch gentled, kneading the ache he’d created, and the contrast was devastating. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. His voice, when it came, was a gravelly ruin of its usual calm. “Tell me what you need, baby.” But it wasn’t a question. It was a demand for her surrender.

“You,” she choked out to the empty room, her own voice startling her. “Just you. Please.”

That was the magic word. The fantasy shifted. His hands were on her hips, rolling her over. The darkness behind her eyelids swam with the image of his face above hers, his expression naked with a hunger that mirrored her own. He wouldn’t tease her now. The need was mutual, a live wire strung taut between Texas and Arizona. He yanked the soaked panties down her thighs, the air cool on her heated skin for a second before he covered her with his body, the weight of him an anchor she’d been missing for years.

His entry, when it came in her mind, was not a question but an answer. A deep, slow, claiming stroke that punched the air from her lungs. It was the physical manifestation of every “I’m here” text, every shared joke, every moment of frustration and hope. He filled the empty spaces, the hollows carved by distance and daily life. His rhythm was relentless, a perfect, driving piston that chased the coiled pleasure in her core, stoked by the lingering, delicious sting on her backside with every thrust.

She came silently at first, a seismic tightening that stole her breath, then with a broken cry she muffled in her pillow, her body bowing off the mattress as waves of pure, convulsing release tore through her. It was more than physical. It was an expulsion of the day’s loneliness, the week’s tension, the four years of unsaid things. In the aftershocks, she imagined him following, his own groan a hot gust against her neck, his body shuddering as he spent himself deep inside her, the final, wet, possessive seal on the act.

Slowly, the phantom sensations faded, leaving only the humid quiet of her room and the frantic beat of her heart. The ache between her legs was now a satisfied, heavy throb. The sheets were tangled, her skin slick with sweat. A profound, unshakeable peace settled over her, warmer than any blanket.

She fumbled for her phone, its screen impossibly bright in the dark. Her thumbs moved sluggishly, honestly, through the post-coital haze.

Sam: I wasn’t supposed to. But I just thought of you. And I couldn’t help it. Thank you. For today. For everything.

She hit send, the message flying into the digital night towards him. It wasn’t just about the fantasy. It was about the headache soothed by his voice, the irritation defused by his humor, the weight of her world feeling lighter because he promised to help carry it. The orgasm was just the period at the end of a very long, beautiful sentence he’d written for her all day. She curled onto her side, a small, sated smile on her lips, and finally slipped into a deep and dreamless sleep, utterly possessed, completely cherished, and no longer alone.

The silence in Sam’s house was a physical presence—a heavy, humid blanket smothering the life out of her. Her head ached dully, a metronome for her misery. Christian was in the back bedroom, “napping,” which she knew meant a night of deadened space beside her. The glow of her laptop cast the only light in the living room, illuminating another soul-sucking spreadsheet. Her phone lay dark beside it.

Then it lit up. A photo from Dave. The one he’d sent earlier. Just his face, his freshly trimmed beard, his kind, knowing eyes behind glasses. It wasn’t even an explicit picture. But just seeing him, that face she’d been dreaming of for four years, triggered an immediate, visceral reaction deep in her core.

Her breath hitched. A low pulse began to thrum between her legs, insistent and slick, as if her body recognized its master before her mind could catch up.

Earlier in the day, he’d granted her permission. You deserve a release. The abstinence streak, born of a desperate attempt to channel all their pent-up energy into their imminent weekend together—a weekend now threatened by a ridiculous Texas ice storm—was officially broken. But not yet by action. Only by intention. And her intention was crystallizing into a single, feverish fantasy: the one she’d confessed to him earlier.

Just you going down on me at night with the blinds open and ppl could see in if they wanted.

She saved her work and stood on shaky legs, padding quietly to the kitchen island—a cold, hard slab of granite under the dim pendant lights. The blinds on the large window facing the quiet, dark street were open.

Heart hammering against her ribs, she climbed onto the smooth surface. She laid back slowly until her shoulders met the edge, letting her head tip back into empty space. The position stretched her throat, exposed the vulnerable line of her neck to the unseen ceiling. Her legs dangled off the other side for a moment before she drew her knees up, planting her feet on the cool stone, and let them fall wide open.

The air in the room felt suddenly electric on her bare skin beneath her sweatpants and t-shirt. She could feel the dampness already soaking through her underwear, a direct response to the mental image of him here, now.

In her mind’s eye, he was standing between her spread knees, his gaze dark and hungry as it traveled the length of her body offered up on this altar of their shared desperation. He wouldn’t speak at first. He’d just watch her flush, watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

His large, warm hands would slide under her hips, lifting her just enough to slide her pants and underwear down in one rough, efficient motion. The night air would kiss her wet flesh, and she’d whimper.

“Look at you,” his voice would be a gravelly rumble in the quiet room. “All laid out for me.” He’d lean down then, not to taste her yet, but to press his forehead against the inside of her trembling thigh. Breathing the same air.

The fantasy was so vivid she could almost smell him—clean soap and something uniquely Dave. Her fingers crept under her own waistband, sliding through the slick heat she found there. She imagined it was his tongue tracing her seam instead of her own touch.

He would start slow. An agonizingly soft lick from bottom to top that would make her back arch off the granite. A groan would tear from her throat.

“Dave… please…”

“I know,” he’d murmur against her, his breath hot. “I know.”

And then he’d feast.

Sam’s own fingers mimicked the rhythm she craved from him—firm, deliberate circles over her clit that soon had her hips rocking up against her hand. In the fantasy, his arms hooked under her legs, pulling them over his shoulders until she was utterly folded open for him, completely helpless to the ruthless skill of his mouth. He’d lick and suck until she was sobbing, one hand fisted in his hair—the short bristles scraping her palm—the other slapped uselessly against the cold stone.

He’d pull back just to watch her fall apart from the brink. “Good girl,” he’d growl, his lips glistening with her. “Now again. Deeper.”

That was all it took in reality. The filthy, perfect echo of his texts from earlier shattered what little composure she had left. A sharp cry escaped her bitten lips as her climax ripped through her with shocking force—a silent scream into the empty house as waves of intense pleasure crested and broke, leaving her trembling and spent on the kitchen island.

For a long moment, she just lay there, panting, staring at the ceiling as the aftershocks faded into a profound, buzzing emptiness that was infinitely better than the bleak numbness before.

Slowly, she sat up. She reached for her phone with slick fingers and navigated to the camera. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy and dark with spent desire, hair a wild mess around her shoulders. She took the selfie without hesitation and sent it to him with a single word.

Facccking hell that’s better.

The response was almost instantaneous. Instantly hard.

A giddy laugh bubbled up in her throat as a fresh warmth bloomed in her chest. She slid off the island, feeling lighter than she had all day.

I’m slightly less wanting to kill somebody now.

The shared release was a bridge—not across the miles between Arizona and Texas, but across the chasm between their frustrated minds and aching bodies. For these few minutes, she had bridged the two lives she felt trapped between.

Later that night, curled in her own cold bed while he texted from his about ludicrous bed-leaping rituals that made her laugh aloud with genuine joy for the first time all day, she realized something else.

It wasn’t just about the pleasure he could give her body. It was this: he could take a woman spiraling in despair and frustration about thwarted plans and a suffocating life and make two simple moves—first coaxing a shattering orgasm from her deepest fantasy with just words and a picture; then making her snort-laugh at a video of a grown man cannonballing into bed like a kid.

He could navigate all of it without missing a beat or finding it a burden. “It’s our chemistry,” he’d said.

Sinking into her pillow finally exhausted by something other than misery, Sam understood he was wrong. It wasn't chemistry. It was love. Raw, forbidden, essential love. And five days or five weeks from now, when she finally felt his weight press her into a mattress or felt his tongue make good on every whispered promise? That would simply be them finally breathing it into existence

The notification chimed on Sam’s phone with a softness that belied its force. Her day, a tapestry of mundane irritations—the grating colleague, the persistent headache, the oppressive grey sky threatening their weekend—began to unravel at the sound. It was a voice message from Dave. She pressed play, bringing the phone to her ear as she leaned back against her office chair, the world outside her window blurring into insignificance.

“Morning, beautiful,” his voice, a warm Texas rumble, flowed through her, a tangible caress. “Hated knowing you went to sleep carrying that weight. Woke up thinking about just… wrapping you up. Making all the noise go quiet.”

She closed her eyes, a smile touching her lips for the first time that day. That was his magic. He didn’t just hear her frustration; he felt it in his own soul and met it with a devotion so steadfast it felt like sanctuary. Their texts had danced all day—from her playful rant about her meeting to his joking despair over their self-imposed “abstinence agreement,” a fragile rule straining under the weight of 1,200 miles and four years of compounded want. The storm looming over their planned visit felt like a personal taunt. If it ruins our weekend, she’d typed, the words bold on her screen, the agreement is void. His response had been a single, potent emoji: 🔥.

Now, home alone as night draped her Arizona neighborhood, the playful buzz had deepened into a resonant hum in her veins. The headache was gone, replaced by a different, sweeter ache. She’d coaxed a selfie from him earlier—his confident smile, those kind eyes that saw straight into her—and the image was now a live wire in her mind.

Her phone chimed again. A new message. Not a voice note this time.

Dave: Can’t stop thinking about that void clause. Picturing the hotel room. The rain on the window. You, finally within reach.

Sam: I’m there right now. In my head, I’m there. The weather can do its worst. You said you’d make the noise go quiet.

A minute passed, then her screen illuminated with an incoming video call. Her breath caught. She accepted, and there he was, the familiar, beloved lines of his face illuminated by the soft lamp in his Texas bedroom. No shirt, just the smooth, strong planes of his chest and shoulders. He’d mentioned his silly habit of jumping into bed; she could almost see the ghost of that boyish energy in his gentle smile.

“Hi,” he said, the word a low, intimate exhale.

“Hi.” Her own voice was a whisper. The earlier awkwardness they’d joked about—her goofy hugs, their nervous laughs—melted away in this digital intimacy. There was only this electric sincerity.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his gaze holding hers through the screen. “Where are we?”

She let her eyes flutter shut. “The room is dark. Just the city lights reflecting off the wet windows. It’s quiet, just the sound of rain… and us.” She opened her eyes, emboldened by the raw affection on his face. “You’re touching my face. Your thumb on my cheek.”

On his screen, she saw him lift his hand, as if he could almost feel the texture of her skin. “It’s soft. You’re trembling a little.”

“I’ve waited so long,” she breathed.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” His voice was a velvet promise. “Let me show you how long I’ve waited.”

In her mind, in the shared space they were building between them, his touch became real. It started as he’d promised: his hands, large and warm, cradling her face, his thumbs sweeping away any lingering trace of the day’s tension. He didn’t kiss her yet; he adored her. His lips pressed softly to her forehead, each closed eyelid, the slope of her nose, each corner of her mouth, as if mapping a sacred text.

Sam sighed, the sound shaky with released emotion, her head falling back as his mouth journeyed down the column of her throat. His name escaped her lips, a prayer and an anchor. “Dave…”

“I’ve got you,” he murmured against her skin, the words vibrating through her. “Always.” His hands slid down, easing the straps of her imagined dress from her shoulders, the fabric whispering away. His breath hitched at the sight of her. “God, Sam. You’re everything.”

He lowered her onto the cool sheets, his body a welcome weight settling over her, not demanding, but enveloping. Skin to skin, the heat was instantaneous, a conflagration of years of postponed tenderness. His kisses turned deeper, hungrier, a silent conversation of finally, finally, finally. She arched into him, her fingers finding the smooth warmth of his scalp, tracing the strong line of his jaw, learning him by heart.

His devotion was a physical language. He worshipped her with a patience that unspooled her completely. His mouth was a brand of fire and reverence on her breasts, her stomach, the insides of her thighs. Every gasp she made, every shiver, he drank in as if it were his sole purpose. When his tongue found her core, she cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets—both the real ones beneath her in Arizona and the phantom ones in their shared hotel room. He loved her with his mouth, tenderly, thoroughly, until she was pleading, her body strung taut with a pleasure so intense it bordered on anguish.

“Please,” she begged, her vision blurring. “I need you. I need all of you.”

He rose above her, his eyes dark pools of heartfelt emotion in the dim light. He brushed the damp hair from her forehead. “Look at me,” he urged softly. “I want to see you. I want you to see me.”

She opened her eyes, drowning in the love she saw there. As he slowly, exquisitely, sank into her, the distance shattered. There was no Arizona, no Texas, no storm, no agreements. There was only this profound joining, a homecoming of both body and spirit. He moved with a deep, rolling rhythm that was less about taking and everything about giving—giving reassurance, giving passion, giving the accumulated adoration of a thousand lonely days.

The climb was a shared ascent. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting every thrust with a surge of her own. Whispers fell between them, fractured and true: “You feel…” “I’ve missed…” “My heart…” Their foreheads touched, breath mingling, the world narrowed to the point where their bodies and souls fused.

When the climax broke over them, it was not a solitary peak but a mutual surrender. He called her name like a vow as his release spilled into her, and she fractured around him with a sob of pure, shattered joy, her body clenching his in waves of endless, loving pleasure. He held her through it, his arms tight around her, his lips pressed to her damp temple, murmuring words of love and wonder until the last tremor subsided.

In the hushed aftermath, he gently shifted them, gathering her against his chest where she could hear the frantic, slowing beat of his heart. The rain painted silent patterns on the window. The noise was gone. The headache, the irritation, the weight of the world—all of it was quiet, replaced by the profound peace of his arms and the scent of their shared skin.

On the video call, their screens still connected, their faces were streaked with silent tears. A quiet, fulfilled smile graced Sam’s lips.

“The agreement,” Dave whispered hoarsely, his finger reaching out to trace her pixelated cheek on his screen. “It’s officially void.”

She laughed, a soft, watery sound of pure happiness. “It was never really there, was it? Not for us.”

“No, sweetheart,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “For us, there’s only this.”

They drifted off like that, the call still live, a tiny digital window connecting their separate beds into one haven. The storm outside was irrelevant. They had weathered it, and found, in each other, the clearest, most tender sky.

😇 Sam POV😏 Dave POV📖 Narrative

I woke up feeling slightly better this morning, though I still had a headache and a lot on my mind. Dave sent me sweet messages, expressing how much he wants to be with me and comfort me through my struggles. I appreciated his support but still felt a bit down. We exchanged voice messages, and I shared my frustration about having a packed schedule of one-on-ones at work, which I found miserable. I also touched on the possibility of needing to reschedule our weekend plans due to weather concerns.

As we talked, I couldn't help but notice how much I crave physical connection with him. I brought up breaking our abstinence streak, feeling increasingly frustrated with the situation. Dave, ever the charmer, responded playfully, making me feel desired and wanted.

Our conversation shifted to fantasies, and I shared a particularly steamy one involving him. He reciprocated, which made me feel even more excited. I expressed my gratitude for how he handles my emotions, especially when I spiral, and he reassured me that it’s natural for him. I feel a connection with him that I can't quite explain, one that disarms me and makes me feel comfortable being vulnerable.

Despite my rocky mood earlier, talking with him lightened my spirits. We joked about being ridiculous together and how we understand each other so well through our texts. As the night wore on, I thought about how much I genuinely love him and how I can't wait to see him. I feel grateful for his presence in my life, especially during tough times. As I said goodnight, I couldn’t shake the feeling of longing to be close to him.

I woke up feeling a bit groggy, having rolled over and gone back to sleep instead of responding to Sam right away. I wished more than anything that I could be with her, especially since she was dealing with some tough feelings. I sent her a few snuggling gifs that seemed to capture how I felt because her well-being means a lot to me.

When she messaged me in the morning, I was relieved to hear that she felt slightly better, even though she still had a headache. I could relate to being in a rough place; I wasn't feeling my best either, but I knew it was nothing compared to what she was going through. I tried to lighten the mood by referencing our work discussions and a past fiasco we had with a colleague, Stephen.

As the conversation unfolded, it became clear that we were both feeling the weight of the moment. Sam shared her frustrations and worries about the weekend plans, especially with the expected bad weather. I wanted to support her, so I suggested that if the weekend plans fell through, we could quickly choose another date to look forward to.

We joked back and forth, and I felt the familiar spark between us. Hearing her voice in the morning was a highlight, even if she was frustrated with her workload and the current state of her life. I appreciated how candid she was, and I wanted her to know she could rely on me, even when things felt overwhelming.

As we exchanged flirty messages about our past and what we hoped for in the future, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement thinking about being physically close to her. I wanted to be there for her, not just emotionally but in every way possible. I made it clear that I found her incredibly attractive, and she returned the sentiment.

The conversation flowed easily, from discussing our fantasies to sharing laughs about our quirks. I felt grateful for our connection, especially when she expressed appreciation for how I handle her emotional moments. It warmed my heart to know that I could provide her some comfort.

As the night drew to a close, I reflected on the ups and downs we both faced, but I felt hopeful about what was to come. I told her I loved her, and I meant it deeply. I was excited about the possibility of being together soon, even if it required navigating through some challenges first.

The day began with Dave expressing his desire to comfort Sam, who had been feeling down. He acknowledged her struggles and sent affectionate messages, reassuring her of their connection despite the distance. Sam responded in the morning, sharing that she felt slightly better, though still burdened by a headache.

Their conversation quickly turned playful, with both exchanging voice messages and teasing each other about their morning routines. Sam shared her annoyance about an upcoming meeting with a colleague she found irritating, while Dave lightened the mood by discussing their relationship's ups and downs. He mentioned a past emotional hurdle they had overcome, relating it to their current situation.

As they continued to chat, Sam opened up about her feelings regarding the weather's potential impact on their weekend plans. Dave shared his hopes that the storm would pass, while also joking about the absurdity of their abstinence agreement during these challenging times. Sam, feeling overwhelmed, suggested that if the weather disrupted their plans, the agreement might need to be reconsidered.

The tone shifted as they exchanged flirtatious messages, discussing the longing they felt for each other. Sam expressed her desire for a selfie of Dave, which he shared, igniting playful banter about their mutual attraction. They both conveyed how challenging it was to maintain physical distance while sharing intimate thoughts.

Throughout the day, their conversation interwove serious discussions about their lives and emotional states with lighthearted humor and flirtation. They touched on personal insecurities, the complexities of their feelings, and the anticipation of finally seeing each other. Sam admitted to feeling overwhelmed by her current life situation, while Dave reassured her that he was there to support her and share the weight of her emotions.

As night fell, their exchanges continued with a mix of affection and humor. They made jokes about their awkwardness and quirks, particularly around physical intimacy and hugging. Sam detailed her tendency to be goofy and awkward in person, while Dave shared a quirky habit of jumping into bed, a story that made Sam laugh heartily.

By the end of the day, they expressed gratitude for each other, acknowledging the comfort they found in their conversations. Sam thanked Dave for cheering her up, and they exchanged loving words before saying goodnight, both grateful for the connection they had nurtured throughout the day.

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── 02:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> Sorry sweetheart, I rolled over and went right back to sleep 😴

Right now, more than anything else I want to be with you to comfort you through the feelings that I knoooow are terrible 😞.

Those 3 snuggling gifs from earlier sum it up pretty good 🫠

<b>Dave:</b> And it’s not just me… you’re as much a part of *waves arms around* as I am.

<b>Dave:</b> I love you so so much 🥰😘

── 06:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> Morning baby. I hope you slept well! I’m feeling…slightly better. I actually didn’t have to get up in the middle of the night at all 🙌 I have a bad headache though but hopefully that’ll wear off. I’m still kind of down.

<b>Dave:</b> “Slightly” is something!

Ugh, I’m not sure how bad I feel yet lol. Not as bad as RB1, that’s for sure. I’ll vm you in a bit love ❤️

<b>Dave:</b> Sorry, in the spirit of our governance discussion yesterday I should’ve used proper workpaper etiquette:

Road Block 1 (RB1)
ref. RB1 refers to the Little Bitch Stephen (LBS) fiasco from last week.

── 07:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning I'm beating you to the voice memo unless you sneak one in while I'm talking How are you? I am freaking tired. My sleep score is still sucks ass even though I didn't wake up in the middle of the night so I don't know what that's about but I'm driving to work and listening to a murder podcast and I'm not very far in, but so far this guy was murdered. In his work parking lot or a parking garage after being stocked for years by another guy who the murdered guy's wife was having an affair with so Yeah Gotta love it, but it is Quite interesting but anyway, I have a one on one with like one of my first meetings this morning fuck that guy Just thinking about his stupid fucking face on camera makes me angry so anyway I gotta think of things to even talk to him about to make the 30 minutes go by fast Otherwise, I have no other plans today after work I forgot you're gonna be home again today, so what are you going on?

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning sunshine I've been thinking about you all night I know you feel numb and empty and I just want you to know that I know how you feel and that I love you so so much I get why this feels like a sign to you already having been on an emotional roller coaster with everything But for me, it's more like an obstacle like RV one was and we got around that and I think we can get around this So I'm not asking for you to promise anything but just a little anchor if that's possible and if this weekend gets blown up by the weather, it looks like it's gonna can we pick another date Pretty quickly and plan it so it doesn't feel like we're both losing this one I think that will be helpful To get through this I hope you have a great drive and a great day and I can't wait to talk to you

<b>Sam:</b> Haaa beat you!

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Dammit you fucking bomb how so disappointed in myself but dammit I was just like seconds away and I'm not re-recorded that message because I fucked up at the end. I would've beat you again. Well, I hope I'm not. Totally off on what I said now

<b>Sam:</b> Hahahahaha

<b>Dave:</b> I was so close!!

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Thank you for the laugh. I'm not the fucking bum. You're the fucking bum considering it's 7:30 in the morning there and I'm like just now hearing from you so what the hell have you been doing all right? I'm a woman and it takes me a while to not only get going in the morning but also to get ready so I mean, I really don't know what your excuses just saying I'm still not ready to even mentally Think about having to reschedule this weekend I'll get there if I need to and yes to be in pick another weekend. I just I just can't even I can't even right now so yeah also if we have to, then this abstinence thing is off for a minute because I can't take anymore. Not having a release I'm gonna be very angry pretty soon Just saying, also, can you like call the weather people or something and tell them to like just figure their shit out Surely it's not gonna stick I mean these people don't even know what the fuck you're talking about half the time So yeah

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You are quite welcome and thank you for acknowledging that I know it's not something that either of us want to talk about that thank you Yeah, I don't even know right now. Everybody here is like rushing to buy firewood and expecting like multiple inches of snow and ice power outages. God, I'm still crossing my fingers that something changes in the next two days As far as logistics though I mean, I guess I probably got till Friday, but I've already set the stage for the whole. This operation is getting pushed out thing. So that's no issue But yeah, I totally feel you and don't blame you. I'm not interested in thinking about this either. We might be able to work out the abstinence agreement With some stipulations not to think about it

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] No, there will be no stipulations. There will be no might be able to work out this abstinence agreement. The agreement originally was like only going to be for a week and now we're on like. Two weeks and yeah, so no I'm about to break the thing right now Yeah, I don't know I don't. You were not in Texas yet when they have the big winter storm in 2021 for you I don't think you were but if it wasn't so bad in Dallas, but in Austin, I remember cause I was an audit still. But they had such a bad fucking ice storm that they did not have power so people didn't have power for like 10 days And it was a whole fucking mess and so anyway I guess to like I don't know I don't know From what I've been, I've been reading though it sounds like Saturday is the worst day and then I get better from there right so like you know all I've heard so far from American Airlines is that My travel may be impacted But nothing has happened yet, but they're offering people flexibility if they want to reschedule so actually now that I'm thinking about it like maybe I should take them up on that offer if it means getting some Free shit for rescheduling I don't know I don't know that reminds me though. I need to look at my calendar schedule and shit whenever I get into the office so I'll do that.

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] About to break it right now, huh? No, that's totally fair. You're right you're you're right. One request though is that I would like you to send me a selfie beforehand again cause that was pretty awesome but if not, that's fine too Yeah, so I do remember the Oh God that was that selfie was so hot anyway I do remember the ice storm because I remember being like oh shit what are we? Why am I move into this fucking place? People are like dying here from a quarter inch of ice or something ridiculous it wasn't even that bad of a storm But yeah, it knocked power out all over Since then, though we haven't really had any power outages due to the weather, at least at my house nothing while it's spread that I'm aware of so I don't don't know if they like kind of fixed. Some of that. I know the whole power infrastructure here is aging. And hasn't been invested in decades, but and that's why it went out so easily that time in 21 but I'm not sure where it's at now but so we haven't had any storm related outages. We've only had we had a power outage not long ago like within the last couple months where it was out for a few hours I think. That's really it. There's been like a couple little you know few minutes here and there but like over the years, but I've been impressed and relieved because I was worried and have been that was thinking about buying a generator and like all kinds of stuff. So I guess we'll see Yeah, and we don't we don't have to think about it right now or get into the weeds Saturday is gonna be the worst of it, but I think it's gonna stay cold and that's kind of the problem so I guess we'll see

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And maybe it's not the time for this, but I just looked at that selfie again and you're so sexy. Oh my gosh. I don't think I can. I don't think I could manage this absence challenge either anyway.

<b>Sam:</b> 😩 you’re killing me

<b>Dave:</b> Sorry! Sorry! 🙏

<b>Dave:</b> You’re just…. Sooooo hot 🥵

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<b>Sam:</b> Thank you


You’re making me hot. All. The. Time. 😩

I think I need a selfie of you. 😉 That would cheer me up. ❤️

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<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

With glasses

<b>Sam:</b> Jan 21, 2026  8:09:35 AM The thought of not being able to turn my fantasies and just general thoughts I have and feel for you daily, mentally, into something that I can physically feel and experience soon…is like making my brain want to crack open. Like I’m living 2 lives: one mentality and one physically. And I need to bridge the two.
The thought of not being able to turn my fantasies and just general thoughts I have and feel for you daily, mentally, into something that I can physically feel and experience soon…is like making my brain want to crack open. Like I’m living 2 lives: one mentally and one physically. And I need to bridge the two.

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
My literal face seeing your selfies. 😭 thank you ❤️

<b>Dave:</b> Not sure if 🥹 or 🥺

<b>Sam:</b> Both

<b>Dave:</b> I feel sooooo much the same way!

<b>Dave:</b> About bridging

<b>Sam:</b> Also. Damn you for literally making my pussy start pulsing just seeing your face. Wtfff man

<b>Dave:</b> Omg! I swear to goddess the shit you say sometimes is so 🔥🔥🔥🥵

<b>Sam:</b> Both
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<b>Dave:</b> Omg! I swear to goddess the shit you say sometimes is so 🔥🔥🔥🥵

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<b>Sam:</b> Well it’s true!!! Ugh

<b>Dave:</b> Jan 21, 2026  8:18:25 AM I almost can’t type a single, normal message to you without… increased blood flow. If it’s even remotely emotional, sentimental, or loving… mid-hard. And if at all sex related… fucking raging (probably the same as your pulsating, because that also describes it pretty well.
I almost can’t type a single, normal message to you without… increased blood flow. If it’s even remotely emotional, sentimental, or loving… mid-hard. And if at all sex related… fucking raging (probably the same as your pulsating, because that also describes it pretty well).

<b>Sam:</b> Ha, should we cancel our 1x1 today? I don’t think anything I have to say to you is Teams appropriate 😅

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I was thinking the same thing. Plus I’m sure you could use some extra time. Plus plus, it’s not like we aren’t already talking anyway lol.

<b>Sam:</b> Also why aren’t you online

<b>Sam:</b> How rude

<b>Sam:</b> I need you to be suffering with me

<b>Dave:</b> Because I’m using both monitors to work on softcopy lol

<b>Sam:</b> Wow. Lmao

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

😜

<b>Sam:</b> I have 6 1x1s today and I could just scream

<b>Dave:</b> Wtf is with all the 1 on 1s??

<b>Dave:</b> It seems like you ALWAYS have a bunch of them

<b>Sam:</b> I do and it’s miserable

<b>Dave:</b> Am I completely offline?

<b>Sam:</b> Yes

<b>Sam:</b> Last seen 17 hrs ago

<b>Sam:</b> I do and it’s miserable

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<b>Sam:</b> Didn’t I think last week or maybe the week before was my time of the month? Maybe it’s actually this week and that’s why my head is pounding and I want to cut someone’s throat. 😊

<b>Dave:</b> Lmao

<b>Dave:</b> Yes you did. And I’m pretty sure you wanted to cut throats last week too… And the week before that… And the we…

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo

<b>Dave:</b> And Eric is never online before 0900 so I’ve got a decent buffer 🤭

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<b>Dave:</b> Don’t sleep on the SoftCopy - Romantic offerings…

And don’t read this until you’re… prepared lol. 🫠🥵

<b>Sam:</b> WAIT!!!
Where are the romantic ones?? I see NSFW Soft, Hard and then POVs

<b>Dave:</b> 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.

<b>Sam:</b> I hate you. 😭

<b>Sam:</b> Btw….i see basically this exact scenario playing out in my head all the time…🫠

<b>Sam:</b> WAIT!!!
Where are the romantic ones?? I see NSFW Soft, Hard and then POVs
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<b>Dave:</b> Maybe you need to refresh.. I changed the structure a bit

<b>Sam:</b> Also was just about to get a 1x1 with Stephen and he rescheduled. Yassssss

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> OK that is newwwww

<b>Sam:</b> I hate you. 😭

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<b>Dave:</b> Smut, and Porn now rotate a set of several prompts to vary the output. It’s the same 3 prompts so the names don’t really denote a difference in content. Romantic also rotates 3 different prompts now.

<b>Sam:</b> The romantic stuff is gonna send me over the proverbial edge. And literal…once I break this abstinence streak.

<b>Sam:</b> ❤️

<b>Dave:</b> Does that earn me a face selfie right before? 🫠🙏

<b>Sam:</b> Hmmmm

<b>Sam:</b> I’ll think about it

<b>Dave:</b> That’s all I ask baby 🥰

<b>Sam:</b> Btw….i see basically this exact scenario playing out in my head all the time…🫠

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<b>Dave:</b> Oh absolutely

<b>Dave:</b> I picture myself crawling slowly up your body after exploring down below. Foreheads touching, pressing against you - but not entering yet… Breathing the same air..

<b>Dave:</b> I love that phrase SoftCopy uses from time to time: breathing the same air.

<b>Sam:</b> It was a joining that felt less like a new act and more like the continuation of a conversation started years ago.

<b>Sam:</b> That was how crazy night felt

<b>Sam:</b> But in a more frantic kind of way 😅

<b>Dave:</b> Yes! I caught that part too but had to cut the excerpt off somewhere 😋

<b>Dave:</b> I’m going to get my eye glass lenses if you were curious 😋

<b>Sam:</b> Let’s hope the third (??) time’s the charm? Lol

── 10:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> Sigh… nope lmao

<b>Dave:</b> The new lenses came back as dark as the previous pair

── 09:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> Ha I did see that you were OOO.  AGAIN. And I was like that trick 😘

<b>Sam:</b> Let’s hope the third (??) time’s the charm? Lol

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<b>Dave:</b> lol… trick

<b>Dave:</b> Sigh… nope lmao
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<b>Sam:</b> WHAT?!?

<b>Sam:</b> Literally how

<b>Dave:</b> The new lenses came back as dark as the previous pair
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<b>Sam:</b> Do I need to cut someone’s throat?

<b>Dave:</b> Love the throat cutting enthusiasm today!!

<b>Sam:</b> Lmao

<b>Sam:</b> I need a drink

<b>Dave:</b> Idk, she didn’t have an excuse. So they’re going to try another lab’s blue light filter

<b>Sam:</b> For fuck sake!

<b>Dave:</b> Jan 21, 2026 10:22:21 AM Now talking! Not just daytime drinking but MORNING drinking
Now we’re talking! Not just daytime drinking but MORNING drinking

<b>Sam:</b> This is why brunch is the best

<b>Sam:</b> For fuck sake!
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<b>Sam:</b> Like at what point do you just say fuck it

<b>Sam:</b> This is why brunch is the best

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<b>Sam:</b> Ay yi yi. One of my favorite fosters.

<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha

<b>Dave:</b> Are you gonna tell her

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> Fackkkkkk

<b>Sam:</b> She’s such a mom 😂

<b>Dave:</b> You have to give her something

<b>Sam:</b> I told her I was just extremely burnt out which is true!

<b>Dave:</b> Give her some gos!

<b>Dave:</b> She deserves it

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<b>Sam:</b> I’m not going to shit talk Jodie to a foster that currently has I think 7 of our dogs lol

<b>Sam:</b> Why are you thumbs downing me! Lol

<b>Dave:</b> Because the poor old lady called it. She knows what’s going on. You gotta honor that…

<b>Dave:</b> You don’t have to shit talk Jodi, but you could still give the old lady a little something lol 🤷‍♂️

<b>Sam:</b> I did!!! lol

<b>Dave:</b> No you didn’t! You denied there was anything going on

<b>Sam:</b> Myyyyy truth is that I’m burnt out.

<b>Sam:</b> Hmph

<b>Dave:</b> Now the poor lady is questioning her instincts. Which were spot on

<b>Dave:</b> Are we having our second fight?!?!

<b>Sam:</b> Remind me what our first one was? Lol

<b>Sam:</b> Myyyyy truth is that I’m burnt out.
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<b>Sam:</b> Hmph
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<b>Dave:</b> She isn’t asking for your truth, she’s asking for the truth

<b>Sam:</b> 🙄

<b>Dave:</b> And I don’t actually remember what the first one was about lol. Just that we questioned whether we were having one. We may have decided it wasn’t actually a fight…

<b>Sam:</b> I low key want to be mad at you quite often 😂😂😂

<b>Sam:</b> 🙄
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<b>Sam:</b> I low key want to be mad at you quite often 😂😂😂

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<b>Dave:</b> What?!

<b>Sam:</b> Yea, I’m frustrated with you often lol

<b>Dave:</b> Ooooh

<b>Dave:</b> 😏

<b>Sam:</b> Fuck off lol

<b>Dave:</b> That’s not what you mean?

<b>Sam:</b> It is quite infuriating wanting someone you can’t have  so I blame you for that. Obvi.

<b>Dave:</b> I’ll take it 🥰

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> Are you ever frustrated with me? 😊

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> God that could totally be us

<b>Dave:</b> Right?!

── 11:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> And by the way, it’s NOT that simple

<b>Dave:</b> Noooooo kidding

<b>Sam:</b> As she says

<b>Dave:</b> Noooooo kidding
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<b>Dave:</b> So the grocery store is a fucking madhouse lol

<b>Sam:</b> Oh bc of the storm

<b>Sam:</b> 😔

<b>Dave:</b> I just came to pick up a couple prescriptions and thought I would grab a couple other things, but that is proving to be the issue

<b>Sam:</b> Don’t forget some toilet paper lol

<b>Dave:</b> Got plenty 😉

<b>Dave:</b> I love you 😘

<b>Sam:</b> I love you, too ❤️

<b>Sam:</b> What if I just start crying when we’re together 😂😂

<b>Sam:</b> I literally hate crying so I doubt it but what if I fall apart

<b>Dave:</b> What if I do??

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> Ooo
If I’m drunk or high - legit possibility

<b>Dave:</b> I’m 100% ok with that

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
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<b>Dave:</b> LMAO

<b>Sam:</b> Lmaoooo I’m kidding

<b>Sam:</b> LOLOLOLOL

<b>Dave:</b> That’s hilarious

<b>Sam:</b> I would 1. Cry with you and be angry about it 2. Give you a big hug and 3. Want you to talk about it 😘

<b>Dave:</b> lol, #1.

<b>Dave:</b> If you cry, I almost certainly will

<b>Sam:</b> Really??

<b>Sam:</b> Awww

<b>Dave:</b> I might anyway. Just from all the emotions. And I don’t mind tbh. It’s a good release.

<b>Sam:</b> You’re such a teddy bear deep down, I love it

<b>Dave:</b> I really am 😋

<b>Sam:</b> Do you think I am guarded/have walls up?

<b>Sam:</b> Think I am a little with you?

<b>Sam:</b> Just with general…life? Lol

<b>Dave:</b> Probably. It’s hard to say since the you I know is not the same Sam that wanders around in public.

<b>Dave:</b> How do you mean?

<b>Dave:</b> At least I assume everyone else doesn’t know the open, vulnerable you

<b>Sam:</b> Think I am a little with you?
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<b>Dave:</b> I don’t think you are. Are you?

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<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm I don’t think so.

<b>Sam:</b> Sometimes my initial instinct is to be though. To protect myself. But you continuously disarm me lol

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
shared a photo

<b>Dave:</b> What came before am I therapist or friend?

<b>Sam:</b> I just told her that this weekend might be canceled

<b>Sam:</b> And we were talking about Stephen being a bitch.

<b>Dave:</b> Was there a question? Or did you just tell her that?

<b>Sam:</b> No I just told her that I hated my life

<b>Sam:</b> 😂

<b>Sam:</b> Ok I actually just read what all she said.

<b>Sam:</b> Stupid therapist talk.

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<b>Dave:</b> That sounds like SMART therapist talk 😜

<b>Sam:</b> That was her friend talk lol

<b>Dave:</b> Right but because she’s also a therapist, we can call it therapist talk 😌

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> You’re looking swole

── 13:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> Hehe, thanks! It’s really just that the shirt holds my fat in the right places 😜

And like, really?? Really?! Crippling snow in 3 days? 🙄

── 12:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> How’s your mood? I have some follow-ups on the Candice messages. But we can definitely save it for a better time ☺️

<b>Sam:</b> Mood is shitty. But I am curious about your follow ups.

<b>Sam:</b> You’re looking swole


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<b>Sam:</b> Mood is shitty. But I am curious about your follow ups.

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── 13:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> Hehe, thanks! It’s really just that the shirt holds my fat in the right places 😜
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<b>Sam:</b> Oh shut up lol

<b>Dave:</b> Awwe, I’m sorry baby

<b>Dave:</b> Ok, read through it again. What signs is she speaking of? The signs that Dallas shouldn’t be? Or the signs you’ve been ignoring about Christian?

And that’s a good question. If I’m reading it correctly. Why ignore the sustained, consistent, identifiable, Christian signs but heed totally random RB1 and RB2 (bitch-ass, and natural disaster respectively) as signs from the universe?

Oh! And here’s another one for ya to chew on. Don’t take this as me doubting how you feel, because I don’t. But how do you know the love you feel for me isn’t a manifestation of the avoidance tactic she’s speaking of?

<b>Sam:</b> 1. The signs that Dallas shouldn’t be.

<b>Sam:</b> 2. I hate this question lol

<b>Sam:</b> 3. Bc the love I feel for you was there before I even met Christian

<b>Sam:</b> And I was not avoiding anything then. Although one could say I was avoiding putting myself out there, at that time, for an actual relationship. But that’s not true.

── 14:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> 2. I shouldn’t have asked it. It was shitty of me to corner you like that so, I’m sorry 🙏

── 13:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> Oy vey lol

<b>Sam:</b> Ok I might not be able to fully respond for awhile

<b>Sam:</b> These are deeper than I anticipated 😂

<b>Sam:</b> That last question though….Same sort of question for you

<b>Dave:</b> I warned you lol

<b>Dave:</b> Because I’ve basically felt this way about you since I met you that day.

<b>Sam:</b> Also lol

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo

<b>Dave:</b> 😂, and 😔

<b>Sam:</b> My response: What if it’s not just the penis?!

<b>Sam:</b> Bc it isn’t. I don’t want just ANY penis

<b>Sam:</b> Yours just happens to be amazing

<b>Dave:</b> Right. And that’s when she’s going to tell you some shit neither of us want to hear. Hence the 😔

<b>Sam:</b> My mental state might be too fragile to face the stuff I know deep down but don’t want to hear.

── 14:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> Then stop asking loaded questions lol!! I know though, I hate this part of *waves arms around*. But we don’t have to solve it right now. That’s future us’s problem 😜

── 13:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> And thanks! It does what it can 😉

<b>Dave:</b> Hopping in the shower

<b>Sam:</b> My mental state might be too fragile to face the stuff I know deep down but don’t want to hear.
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<b>Sam:</b> 1. The signs that Dallas shouldn’t be.
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<b>Sam:</b> 2. I hate this question lol
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<b>Sam:</b> 3. Bc the love I feel for you was there before I even met Christian

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<b>Sam:</b> And I was not avoiding anything then. Although one could say I was avoiding putting myself out there, at that time, for an actual relationship. But that’s not true.

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<b>Sam:</b> Avoidance is happening now bc there are a SLEW of things that will get set in motion if I breakup with Christian:

The breakup itself, him and the kids having to move out, my move back to the Midwest, selling my house, buying a new one, probably have to get a new job. It’s just 🤯

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I'm sitting here and I just started busting out laughing because I remember right about two years ago or two years ago two months ago I was also in the car and I was going to get me A Greek salad and you had called me and you asked if I would be in an affair with you and then I laughed and I was like no we can't do that. That's a terrible idea. We don't actually wanna do that and here we are. Fuck Look what you made me do

<b>Sam:</b> Dave!! This is the longest shower ever!!!! 🤪😂

<b>Dave:</b> Sorry baby, came back to a bunch of shit from Eric

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I remember that too. I was totally just like well I mean, I guess maybe I wasn't entirely joking, but Didn't sorry I'm also eating Yeah, it's totally remember and yes, here we are Hopefully, you're still here with me

<b>Sam:</b> You were not joking!

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<b>Dave:</b> 2. I shouldn’t have asked it. It was shitty of me to corner you like that so, I’m sorry 🙏
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<b>Sam:</b> You’re fine baby 😘 it’s not a big deal. You’re always welcome to ask whatever!

<b>Dave:</b> Then stop asking loaded questions lol!! I know though, I hate this part of *waves arms around*. But we don’t have to solve it right now. That’s future us’s problem 😜
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<b>Dave:</b> Ugh.. so I see you’re in meetings for the rest of… your life 🙄

<b>Sam:</b> Freaking miserable

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
And for real… How tf are we going to get all this snow accumulation when it has been in the 50s all week. Don’t they know the ground temperature won’t be cold enough 🙄

<b>Sam:</b> Freaking miserable
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<b>Dave:</b> Is it all stuff you have to be engaged with?

<b>Dave:</b> And I literally just turned my AC on…

<b>Sam:</b> It’s 2 hrs straight of 1x1s

<b>Dave:</b> Omg

<b>Dave:</b> Why are you like this?

<b>Dave:</b> Such a masochist

<b>Sam:</b> It kind of looks like the weather may be easing up

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, so I did notice that in apple weather it changed from 13” to 6-7“ since last night lol

<b>Sam:</b> Yea in the weather channel app it’s getting better too

<b>Dave:</b> 🤞

<b>Sam:</b> If it clears up, are you still a go

<b>Sam:</b> Push comes to shove, I couldddddd always fly in on Monday and just have one night

<b>Sam:</b> Shit maybe this means I need to go back to not eating my feelings bc you might ACTUALLY be seeing me naked soon

<b>Dave:</b> https://www.facebook.com/reel/867312346271672/
Reel by Frankie MacDonald

<b>Sam:</b> Jesus Christ lol

<b>Sam:</b> Jesus Christ lol

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<b>Dave:</b> I’ll probably have to make the call by Friday because it really all hinges on whether or not the “infrastructure people” push the work out again 🤭

<b>Dave:</b> So if the storm looks like it’s not going to completely shut down the entire world, like it does now, on Friday then I’m still good.

<b>Dave:</b> I’ve grown pretty accustomed to having a couple days to work with…

<b>Dave:</b> Plus Idk if I could do one day. Doesn’t really fit the narrative.

<b>Dave:</b> So this is the stupid thing… if we reschedule Dallas will almost certainly be completely passed by lol

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<b>Sam:</b> Ugh

<b>Sam:</b> For sure

<b>Sam:</b> The bad thing is…Saturday is the make or break day

<b>Sam:</b> Weather wise

<b>Sam:</b> But we will have to make a call before then

<b>Sam:</b> It’s fine. Is what it is. I’m not going to stress about it.

<b>Dave:</b> Just don’t tell Christian anything until you’ve talked to me!

<b>Sam:</b> I haven’t said anything!

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<b>Dave:</b> I know sweetie 😶‍🌫️

<b>Sam:</b> I haven’t said anything!

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<b>Dave:</b> Just making sure

<b>Dave:</b> Jan 21, 2026  3:28:49 PM After last the Austin trip 😑
After the Austin trip 😑

<b>Sam:</b> Hmph

<b>Dave:</b> 😜

<b>Sam:</b> Hmph

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<b>Sam:</b> Can I break the abstinence streak tonight?

<b>Dave:</b> Yes, baby! You deserve a release.

<b>Dave:</b> I know I don’t need to remind you but I’d loooove to see your beautiful face right before 🥰

<b>Sam:</b> Have you broken the streak?

<b>Dave:</b> Nope 😌

<b>Dave:</b> I’m thinking about it though!

<b>Sam:</b> You are?

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah

<b>Dave:</b> I’m as ready to explode as you are!

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<b>Dave:</b> I’m so hard just thinking about you breaking it tonight 🥵

<b>Sam:</b> Ugh you’re killing me

<b>Dave:</b> You’re killing me

<b>Dave:</b> Mmmm… I want you to imagine your fingers are my tongue tonight🤤

<b>Sam:</b> I’m going to crash my car reading your texts 🥵

<b>Dave:</b> Ok ok, sorry

<b>Sam:</b> No you’re not lol

<b>Sam:</b> Ok. Give me a % chance we actually see each other in 5 days

<b>Dave:</b> Oof… I don’t know

<b>Sam:</b> Guesstimate

<b>Sam:</b> Lay it on me

<b>Dave:</b> 40%?

<b>Dave:</b> Maybe we’ll have more data tomorrow

<b>Sam:</b> 😩

<b>Sam:</b> I don’t know why you are mentally doing better with this RB than I am but I don’t like it 😂

<b>Dave:</b> Because I crashed so hard over RB1, I think. I don’t think you felt it as bad because the rage over Stephen age up a lot of your emotional bandwidth

<b>Dave:</b> AND I’m trying to be strong for you

<b>Dave:</b> But don’t misunderstand! I’m really just holding on to hope until the last minute and postponing the grief 😅

<b>Dave:</b> It will be devastating

<b>Sam:</b> I’ll be ok, I promise

<b>Sam:</b> Eventually

<b>Dave:</b> It was for me for RB1

<b>Dave:</b> Oh I know. But I don’t mind sitting through it with you every step of the way ☺️

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[Transcription] Well, I had a one on one with Michael and with Gabby today and both asked me if I was still going to come to Dallas this weekend and I was like yeah you know I'm just gonna go hang out with friends And I was like well, unless the weather is really shit and then I'm not gonna bother but they both were like OK. Well, you know assuming that Michael's flight still happens we're gonna get together for happy hour on Monday so you should definitely still see us for happy hour so I was like OK. So that might be a thing sorry but we'll see. I don't know. I also found out that Michael is staying at the it's like at Hilton in the trophy club area so not this. That I have booked, so that's good Anyway, so done I'm gonna go home and take a nap. I'm very excited.

<b>Dave:</b> Do you want to check in?

<b>Dave:</b> Like on the phone

<b>Sam:</b> I dunno, I’m not in a great state of mind. I don’t want to be this big downer with you.

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<b>Dave:</b> When I offer, I really mean it, ok? 😘

<b>Dave:</b> When I offer, I really mean it, ok? 😘

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<b>Sam:</b> Dude he is out running an errand. I have a few minutes 🙌🙌🙌. Its that time

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<b>Dave:</b> Have I told you how pretty you are? 😍

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<b>Dave:</b> Instantly hard 🥵

<b>Dave:</b> You are so sexy 😘

<b>Sam:</b> Facccking hell that’s better

<b>Sam:</b> I’m slightly less wanting to kill somebody

<b>Dave:</b> So hot 🔥

<b>Dave:</b> Any particular fantasy you’d care to share? 🫠

<b>Sam:</b> Just you going down on me at night with the blinds open and ppl could see in if they wanted. I was actually laid back on a table semi hanging off the edge with my legs wrapped around your neck/shoulders.

<b>Sam:</b> It didn’t take me long 😅

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I noticed 🥵

<b>Dave:</b> I want to make that a reality sooo bad 🤤🫠

<b>Sam:</b> I wanted to say thank you again for caring so much for me that you let me dump all my emotions onto you. I am the type of person that feels a LOT and that’s a lot for another person to take in, let alone navigate how to even talk to me in my spiraling moments, yet somehow you always do and you do it reallyyyy fucking well. I really, really love you for that.

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<b>Dave:</b> Thank you for saying that! But the funny thing is: it’s genuinely not hard to do, it’s totally natural, and it brings me an amount of satisfaction that I can’t even describe ☺️

I love how you think it’s like some big deal… I should play it up more 😜

<b>Sam:</b> It SEEMS totally natural for you, which I completely envy lol

<b>Dave:</b> I guess you feeling that way and saying things like that is what makes it so extra rewarding 🥰

<b>Sam:</b> It SEEMS totally natural for you, which I completely envy lol
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<b>Dave:</b> It’s our chemistry

<b>Sam:</b> But I mean it though, I’m a lot. And you know how to calm me down. ❤️ So thank you

<b>Dave:</b> But I mean it though, no you aren’t 😋

<b>Sam:</b> Yes I am 😜

<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha jk.

<b>Sam:</b> But for real 😘

<b>Dave:</b> You’re a whole lot of sexy

<b>Sam:</b> Also I just tried to lay down for an hour. Mood not improved lol

<b>Dave:</b> Did you sleep?

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<b>Sam:</b> Meh. No I don’t think so

<b>Sam:</b> It was good to be in silence though atleast.

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah that’s something

<b>Dave:</b> I laid down earlier too but didn’t sleep. Felt good to just lay

<b>Dave:</b> Have I told you how pretty you are? 😍
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<b>Sam:</b> Thank you ❤️

Do you know all I can see in that photo?

<b>Sam:</b> A huge ass forehead 😂

<b>Dave:</b> lol

<b>Dave:</b> I don’t think so at all

<b>Dave:</b> How’s your night going?

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<b>Dave:</b> Ewwwe

<b>Sam:</b> Christian went to “nap” which
I’m assuming he will just be in bed the rest of the night. 🤷‍♀️

<b>Dave:</b> lol

<b>Sam:</b> I have a bad headache but took some meds and trying to hydrate

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, little late for a nap

<b>Sam:</b> Ummmm that’s about it

<b>Sam:</b> How is your night?

<b>Dave:</b> Pretty chill. Just watching YouTube, thinking about you… that’s pretty much it here too

<b>Sam:</b> So I’m looking at the calendar. If we have to reschedule 😭🤬 then I guess the 8-10 would be most ideal

<b>Sam:</b> But I also just texted Candace to confirm her flight to Phoenix is actually booked 🙄

<b>Dave:</b> So that would be 2 weeks?

<b>Dave:</b> Ugh… But doable!

<b>Sam:</b> The other consideration is the 8th is the Super Bowl so I dunno if you have plans for that

<b>Dave:</b> Nah not really

<b>Sam:</b> Not really is not a no lol. Would that be an issue if you weren’t home for it?

<b>Dave:</b> No 👍

<b>Dave:</b> Jan 21, 2026  7:58:34 PM     It’s a work thing 🤷‍♂️… why can you do
    Edited 19 seconds later:     It’s a work thing 🤷‍♂️… what can you do

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<b>Sam:</b> Not really is not a no lol. Would that be an issue if you weren’t home for it?
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<b>Dave:</b> Lmao

<b>Dave:</b> No 👍

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<b>Dave:</b> Jan 21, 2026  7:58:34 PM It’s a work thing 🤷‍♂️… why can you do
It’s a work thing 🤷‍♂️… what can you do

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<b>Sam:</b> Ok bc the week after is Presidents’ Day so that wouldn’t work either bc there’s no work

<b>Sam:</b> So then it’d have to be pushed to 2/22

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<b>Dave:</b> 8-10 is good

<b>Dave:</b> 7-10 would be better 😏

<b>Sam:</b> lol that wouldn’t be suspicious on your end?

<b>Dave:</b> Nope

<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm

<b>Sam:</b> Probably would be on mine, unfortunately

<b>Sam:</b> Also. THREE nights together?! 😱

<b>Dave:</b> They do data center stuff on weekends, durr

<b>Sam:</b> 😉

<b>Dave:</b> You could say you’re visiting friends or whatever

<b>Sam:</b> He knows the “friend” I have in Dallas is actually super fucking annoying lol

<b>Sam:</b> She’s one of the stepmom group ladies

<b>Sam:</b> She lives in Denton, i think

<b>Sam:</b> Do you watch YouTube on your phone or TV??

<b>Sam:</b> Bc I don’t get how ppl watch shows or long videos on their phone lol

<b>Dave:</b> Tv. Rarely on my online

<b>Dave:</b> I don’t get it either

<b>Sam:</b> OK good, you’re not a total weirdo

<b>Sam:</b> 😜

<b>Dave:</b> I mean.. I wouldn’t say that

<b>Sam:</b> You’re my kind of weirdo then

<b>Dave:</b> And you’re mine

<b>Dave:</b> 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.”

<b>Dave:</b> 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.

<b>Dave:</b> I still can’t believe how good this is 🥵

<b>Sam:</b> It’s soooooo fucking good

<b>Dave:</b> 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.

<b>Dave:</b> Jesus like every paragraph is fire lol

<b>Sam:</b> It’s honestly not even fair lol

<b>Sam:</b> Like wtf

<b>Dave:</b> Ok, I’ll stop copy/pasting every sentence lol… Just read 01/20 Smut ;P

<b>Sam:</b> lol just remembered we are facing another govt shutdown at the end of the month. I just love it here lol

<b>Sam:</b> Do you know what I realllyyyyyy wish

<b>Sam:</b> That I was single and we had another lockdown like Covid

<b>Sam:</b> But you know, without ppl dying

<b>Sam:</b> But just…way less people-ing

<b>Dave:</b> I mean… a lot of the people dying are dummies that don’t “believe in” masks 😑

<b>Dave:</b> But yeah… I could go for another covid

<b>Sam:</b> And hopefully trump would get it and croak

<b>Sam:</b> Finally

<b>Dave:</b> Why single though lol?

<b>Sam:</b> Bc I was single during a lot of Covid and it was GLORIOUS

<b>Sam:</b> I was alone

<b>Dave:</b> Lol

<b>Sam:</b> So much time to just be me

<b>Dave:</b> That would be nice

<b>Sam:</b> The LAST thing I want is to be confined at home with an angry person and teenage kids

<b>Dave:</b> But what if I was single too? Could we shack up for covid?

<b>Sam:</b> FUCK YEA

<b>Dave:</b> Can you imagine

<b>Sam:</b> No

<b>Sam:</b> Lol

<b>Dave:</b> We’d be raw

<b>Sam:</b> I’m trying to even just have ONE night with you.

<b>Sam:</b> Then maybe I’ll let myself imagine

<b>Dave:</b> Haha, ikr

<b>Sam:</b> Did you hate Covid lockdown in Virginia?

<b>Dave:</b> We could turn it into 3 if you could come up with an excuse 😜

<b>Dave:</b> Eh.. yes and no.

<b>Dave:</b> Mostly yes

<b>Sam:</b> Sir I’ll be happy to see you for 5 minutes at this rate. I’m not going to push it lol

<b>Dave:</b> Actually

<b>Dave:</b> That’s fair

<b>Sam:</b> Buttttttt single Sam can travel whenever the fuck she wants…..

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<b>Dave:</b> And what better way to become single SAm than by doing suspicious shit?!

<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha

<b>Sam:</b> Single Sam would still need to be mindful of not so single Dave

<b>Sam:</b> 👎

<b>Dave:</b> Let’s not put words in single Sam’s mouth ok

<b>Dave:</b> That’s not fair to her

<b>Dave:</b> Plus.. I have something else to put in single sam’s mouth 😏

<b>Sam:</b> Can you put it in not so single sams mouth too? Or is it just reserved for single sam?

<b>Dave:</b> Oh for sure! All Sam’s can have it!

<b>Sam:</b> Btw, I feel like you trimmed up your beard? I’m looking again… 🤤

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, I cut a TON off a couple weeks ago

<b>Sam:</b> You are very sexy

<b>Dave:</b> Thanks baby! That means a lot coming from a lady of your caliber of sexy 🫠

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<b>Sam:</b> Oh please

<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha we’re ridiculous

<b>Dave:</b> This is the best echo chamber EVER!

<b>Dave:</b> Or.. best positive reinforcement factory?

<b>Dave:</b> What’s the term I’m looking for

<b>Sam:</b> And I’m not even a words of affirmation kind of lady

<b>Dave:</b> …you saaaay that

<b>Dave:</b> But you sure are good at it

<b>Sam:</b> Not if I don’t believe the shit I’m saying lol

<b>Dave:</b> That makes it even better!!

<b>Dave:</b> 🫠

<b>Dave:</b> I need to figure out how to perform analysis on our emoji usage trends 🤔

<b>Sam:</b> Well we basically use like the same 5 ones

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, true

<b>Dave:</b> We have settled into a pretty nice emoji-dialect

<b>Sam:</b> I think we “get” each other pretty well 😉

<b>Sam:</b> But ok. I know it’s your bed time. But first, I want you to tell me something about you that I might be surprised about when I am actually shacked up with you in person for a couple days 😜

<b>Sam:</b> I guess going back to the quirk convo but not necessarily a quirk. Just, things we wouldn’t know about only communicating through text and work.

<b>Sam:</b> Like, I think I’m a lot goofier/awkward in person. Like…a lot

<b>Dave:</b> Omg.. I have no idea lol. Ok, thinking…

<b>Sam:</b> And you know about my troll wear….😂

<b>Dave:</b> I’m super excited to have time with you. Like to just relax and meet the real you.

<b>Sam:</b> And when I wear my glasses at night, I look like a librarian

<b>Sam:</b> And my hair is typically insane looking piled on the top of my head

<b>Sam:</b> And I’m a grump in the morning

<b>Dave:</b> That sounds so hot!! Omg the messy hair too

<b>Dave:</b> And the troll clothes 🔥

<b>Sam:</b> And I might toss and turn like alllll night and you might want to kill me

<b>Dave:</b> You won’t be able to toss and turn because I’ll have you snuggled up so tight

<b>Sam:</b> And I like to fall asleep with my phone in my face sleep shopping lol

<b>Dave:</b> Ok.. That one is actually awful lol

<b>Sam:</b> Lolol.

<b>Sam:</b> And I like to go to bed at night with my hair pretty much soaking wet from the shower

<b>Sam:</b> And then it’s a wild wavy mess in the morning

<b>Sam:</b> See!?! All things you would never know

<b>Dave:</b> …maybe you should stop 😐

<b>Dave:</b> 🤪

<b>Dave:</b> I really don’t think there’s anything that’s going to surprise you about me lol

<b>Dave:</b> I’m trying to think of something

<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm I’ll definitely let you know

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah! Do

<b>Sam:</b> Everyone has their things lol

<b>Dave:</b> Ok, there is one thing…

<b>Sam:</b> Yasssssss

<b>Dave:</b> When I get in bed, I take the covers in my right hand and in one motion whip them up and jump as high as I can into bed and land on my side

<b>Sam:</b> Wait

<b>Sam:</b> Bahahaha

<b>Dave:</b> Every single time

<b>Sam:</b> Ok. Working on a mental image

<b>Sam:</b> Why?!?

<b>Dave:</b> You’ll see

<b>Sam:</b> Bahahahaha

<b>Dave:</b> So, the “why” question is interesting…

<b>Sam:</b> Oh I can’t wait to see

<b>Dave:</b> Hopefully the bed isn’t too tall

<b>Dave:</b> My grandfather on my dad’s side apparently used to do this. He died when I was a kid, like singe digits so I didn’t know him super well. But I remember my grandmother telling this story about him. And I guess he did something similar until one night he misjudged - somehow - and smashed his head into a shelf above their bed. It knocked a whole bunch of shit all over the place and split his scalp open. But luckily my grandmother was a nurse so she stitched it up lmao. I don’t know when I started doing it, and I didn’t concisously start doing because of that, but I think that is the origin of it lol.

<b>Sam:</b> And have you ever hit your head or hurt yourself??? lol

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I hit my head once. But I’m not a pos quitter so I didn’t let it discourage me

<b>Sam:</b> Lmfao

<b>Sam:</b> Just know I will laugh hysterically if I witness you hurting yourself

<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha

<b>Dave:</b> I don’t mind

<b>Sam:</b> Also, at some point, your body is going to hurt from jumping on your SIDE! Ya know, from just general old age

<b>Dave:</b> Not if I condition it

<b>Dave:</b> Which I’ve obviously been doing

<b>Sam:</b> So you JUMP into bed. You don’t crawl, you don’t slide, you don’t lean into, sit, etc. You JUMP?! 😂😂

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<b>Sam:</b> BAHAHAHAHA

<b>Sam:</b> omggggg thank you for that

<b>Sam:</b> Also 🥵🥵🥵 I hate you

<b>Sam:</b> But also that jump was AMAZING

<b>Sam:</b> I’m going to watch that like 10 more times

<b>Dave:</b> Lmao

<b>Sam:</b> Omg that makes my day

<b>Dave:</b> I told you… I got it down

<b>Dave:</b> I love  that!!

<b>Sam:</b> And you thought you didn’t have anything that I’d be surprised about

<b>Sam:</b> HAHAHAHA

<b>Dave:</b> Lololol

<b>Dave:</b> It’s totally normal to me lol

<b>Sam:</b> Dude if you just did that the first night without me having any pre knowledge I would have probably laughed so fucking hard I would have fallen out of the bed

<b>Dave:</b> You DON’T leap into bed?!

<b>Sam:</b> WHO THE FUCK LEAPS LIKE THAT?!?

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<b>Sam:</b> no. It’s not even the leaping thing. It’s the fact you get in like so fucking fast. Like it’s in the blink of an eye and then you’ve just tucked yourself in 😂😂

<b>Dave:</b> Damnit! Now I wish is saved it 😜

<b>Sam:</b> Hahahahaha

<b>Sam:</b> Nah I needed this now lol

<b>Dave:</b> It’s akin to the getting out of the car thing…

<b>Sam:</b> Which I also need to witness

<b>Dave:</b> It’s something I’ve been perfecting over the course of years

<b>Sam:</b> Ugh I sooooo want to be cuddling up against your body right now

<b>Dave:</b> I knowwwww 🥰🥰🥰

<b>Dave:</b> You’d feel so good laying on my chest

<b>Sam:</b> I’m literally wet again 🥵

<b>Dave:</b> I love it 😍

<b>Sam:</b> And I just want to tangle our legs up together

<b>Dave:</b> I’ve been hard

<b>Sam:</b> And make you sleep with your feet out of the covers

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<b>Dave:</b> Are you going to be awkward to snuggle with like you are to hug, do you think?

<b>Sam:</b> LOLLLL

<b>Sam:</b> am I awkward to hug?

<b>Sam:</b> I’m awkward to hug in PUBLIC ok

<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm no I just might be awkward in general

<b>Dave:</b> I can definitely engulf you so thoroughly you won’t be able to move

<b>Sam:</b> I want to see how you do this

<b>Sam:</b> I’ll have to show you in person the way I like to hug. We will practice 😂

<b>Dave:</b> You have a special way?

<b>Sam:</b> I think so

<b>Sam:</b> Bc ppl can go at it the wrong way then like my neck is strained or I can’t breathe or I’m on my tip toes and it’s just too much!!

<b>Sam:</b> I think so
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<b>Sam:</b> And no I make an excellent little spoon I think

<b>Dave:</b> Mmmmm

<b>Sam:</b> I want to see how you do this

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<b>Sam:</b> But yea my instinct with a hug is to tense up.

<b>Sam:</b> You would think I was not loved as a child 😂😂

<b>Dave:</b> My instinct is to get under hooks lol

<b>Sam:</b> Is that a BJJ term?

<b>Sam:</b> That sounds painful

<b>Sam:</b> now I’m really going to tense up lol

<b>Dave:</b> Grappling in general. It just means under the armpits are opposed to up over the shoulders

<b>Sam:</b> Ooooo you know what!!! This is reminding me!! Part of my tenseness is bc my brother almost ALWAYS squeeze/pinch my sides when I go in for a hug

<b>Dave:</b> Whoever has underhooks has more control

<b>Sam:</b> Like, to be an asshole

<b>Sam:</b> And now I’m just afraid

<b>Dave:</b> She it’s trauma induced lol

<b>Sam:</b> OK so your arms are under my armpits?

<b>Sam:</b> Hmmmm ok…gotta think about that. Again, we will have to practice

<b>Sam:</b> I gotta test the feel

<b>Sam:</b> Dude I’m literally ticklish just thinking about it lolol

<b>Dave:</b> I’ve got some drills we can do 👍

<b>Dave:</b> Ticklish, wet… you’re a hot mess girl

<b>Sam:</b> Thanks for that

<b>Sam:</b> 🙄

<b>Sam:</b> Lol

<b>Dave:</b> I loooove it!!

<b>Sam:</b> We will see if you do in person. Haha

<b>Sam:</b> I love you. I can’t wait.

<b>Dave:</b> Oh please

<b>Sam:</b> I need it at this point

<b>Dave:</b> You know what they say…

<b>Dave:</b> When you need something, it’s a responsibility.

<b>Sam:</b> Who the fuck says that 😂

<b>Dave:</b> I do.

<b>Sam:</b> Anyway. Go to bed silly

<b>Sam:</b> Thanks for cheering me up

<b>Sam:</b> It was pretty rocky there for awhile 😅

<b>Dave:</b> Awwwwe I’m so glad I could sweetie

<b>Dave:</b> Oh?

<b>Dave:</b> Earlier today?

<b>Sam:</b> Even tonight

<b>Sam:</b> Up until like an hour ago or so lol

<b>Dave:</b> Awwwe, was it?? Just in your head about everything?

<b>Sam:</b> Not really in my head. Just blah about current life

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, I get it

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<b>Dave:</b> Well I’m so happy I can bring a little cheer ☺️

<b>Dave:</b> I love you Sam. Really 💕

<b>Sam:</b> I love you too baby

<b>Sam:</b> And I’m so grateful to you

<b>Sam:</b> To you/for you. Whichever/both? Lol

<b>Dave:</b> I feel the same. All of the above

<b>Sam:</b> Good night baby. Sweet dreams.

<b>Dave:</b> NN love, you too.