2026-01-22
The digital intimacy of the day—the voice notes, the typed vulnerabilities, the shared laughter about anxious dogs—had left a tangible hum in Sam’s veins. Dave’s suggestion of a code word, a lifeline for her spirals, echoed. It felt like a key turning in a lock deep within her. She lay in her bed, the one she always made first thing, and the empty space beside her was no longer just empty; it was a shaped void, Dave-shaped, radiating a specific, remembered heat.
Her phone glowed with their last exchanged texts, a transcript of love that felt both ancient and desperately new. For me, it’s not about the act, she’d written. It’s the connection. The intimacy. He’d agreed, utterly. Yet now, bathed in the quiet of her room with the specter of a storm grumbling beyond the window, her body translated that noble sentiment into a raw, physical dialect. Intimacy was the memory of his palm, heavy and sure, spanning the small of her back. Connection was the phantom pressure of his chest against her spine, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered something perfectly filthy that somehow sounded like a psalm.
She let her hands drift, a poor substitute, tracing the paths his would take. Her own touch was inquiry; his was decree. She imagined it now, that decree. Not a request, but a statement. I am going to remind you who you belong to. The thought, a direct current from the day’s tenderness, made her hips tilt off the mattress.
In her mind, the scene assembled with the vividness of memory. It was their last hotel, the elevator, but private now. The doors would slide shut, sealing them in a mirrored tomb. He wouldn’t kiss her. He’d simply turn her, his hands firm on her shoulders, to face their reflection. His bald head would gleam under the fluorescent light, his jaw set in that look of focused possession that unraveled her.
“Look,” his voice, a low rumble in the close space, would command. His hands would glide down her arms, over the hips of her dress—the conference dress, the one he’d fantasized about—and gather the fabric. Slowly, with a torturous, quiet certainty, he’d draw it up. The cool air on her thighs, then her ass, would make her shiver. He’d expose her completely to the mirror, to his gaze, his large hands splayed on the bare curves of her backside, claiming their territory.
“This is what you’ve been thinking about all day,” he’d say, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh, not a question. “While you were talking about the weather. While you were being so strong, so independent. This is what you wanted. To be displayed. To be used for my pleasure.”
She would moan, her eyes locked on their reflection—on his powerful frame dwarfing hers, on the sheer vulnerability of her posture, bent slightly over his guiding hands. The elevator would hum, moving, but they were in a separate universe. One of his hands would leave her ass, and she’d hear the slide of his zipper, a sound that punched the air from her lungs. Then, the blunt, hot pressure of him, not at her core, but pushing insistently against the cleft of her rear, a promise of a deeper, more forbidden ownership.
“You need this,” he’d growl, his lips at her ear. “You need to feel me here, where it makes you forget your own name. Where all that’s left is the feeling of being full of me.”
In her bed, Sam’s fingers finally slid inside herself, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat. It was too much and not enough. The fantasy didn’t pause. He would spin her then, push her back against the mirrored wall, the glass cold through her dress. He’d hitch her leg around his hip, and his mouth would crash down on hers, swallowing her whimpers. It was a kiss of conquest and devotion, tasting of coffee and limitless want. When he finally sheathed himself inside her, it was with a groan that sounded like homecoming, a single, profound thrust that connected more than their bodies—it connected the four years of waiting, the daily texts, the shared fears, the pride, the love.
He would move with a relentless, deep rhythm, his eyes holding hers. “This is the intimacy,” he’d rasp, each word punctuated by a drive of his hips. “This connection. It’s here. In the sweat. In the surrender.” He’d watch her fall apart, his gaze unwavering as she fractured against him, her inner muscles fluttering around him in frantic, sweet pulses. He’d chase his own release with a few final, brutal strokes, his big body shuddering, his forehead dropping to her shoulder with a broken sigh that spoke of a satisfaction beyond the physical.
The fantasy dissolved into the afterglow—him carrying her to the bed, his hands now tender, reverent. The storm outside would be real, rain lashing the windows, but they were in a cocoon of shared heat. He’d pull her close, her back to his front, his arm a solid weight across her ribs, his lips occasionally brushing her shoulder.
“My strong, beautiful girl,” he’d murmur, the dominant edge gone, replaced by a awe that was infinitely more powerful. “My love.”
Back in her solitary bed, the pulse between Sam’s legs slowed to a tender throb. The emptiness returned, but it was now a cherished ache, a testament. He was right. It was never just about the act. It was about this: the ability of a single, shared day of words to conjure a phantom touch so real it left her breathless and weeping quietly into her pillow. It was about a love so essential it could fuel a thousand detailed, desperate fantasies, each one a lifeline across the miles, each one a silent scream of the same truth: I am yours. You are mine. Nothing else matters.
The morning light did nothing to warm the chill in Sam’s chest as she scrolled through the weather app for the tenth time. Snow showers. 40% chance. Each downgrade in the forecast was a tiny flare of hope, immediately smothered by four years of learned pessimism. She dragged herself through her routine—the too-long shower, the frantic search for words in her sleep-addled brain for him, the jealous ache when she thought of Christian sleeping soundly.
Dave’s voice filled her car, a warm baritone antidote to the cold anxiety. “I want you to use me,” he said, proposing a code word for when she was drowning. Platypus. The offer was so characteristically him—practical, dominant in its caretaking, utterly disarming. It wasn’t about dumping her emotions; it was about letting him hold them. That simple proposition made her feel more seen than any physical touch ever had.
Then came the great bedding debate of 2026. His confession—tucked sheets, a made bed—was delivered with mock gravitas. Her horrified, audio-scream response about hotel straightjackets and flailing tantrums made him laugh out loud. They were negotiating the literal terms of their shared space, and it was absurd and intimate and theirs.
“But don’t you wanna be able to get all tangled up in each other?” he’d asked, his voice dropping.
Yes. God, yes. That was all she wanted.
The conversation spiraled from there, as it always did with them—from snow forecasts to snooze alarm history (nine minutes because of antique clock gears; he knew that, of course he did) to the visceral memory of his body. His voice memo last night had reignited a cellular memory: the sight of him naked, the specific heat of him. “I never forgot how you taste,” he said later, and she had to pull over for a second, her thighs pressing together.
They talked about sex with a clinical honesty that was its own form of foreplay. Vibrators dying at crucial moments. Her aversion to lube (“I shouldn’t need it!”). His detailed breakdown of his own orgasmic rhythm—the first one strong, control coming after pushing past that initial edge. It was a blueprint he was handing her.
But it was the distinction between fucking and making love that truly undid her.
“My instinct is absolutely to fuck,” she confessed, parked outside her office, blushing furiously. “But then I think about slowing down… actually feeling and tasting each other… and I melt.”
His response was a voice memo she would save and label FOR LATER. She played it twice in her office chair, legs tight together.
“Making love,” Dave’s recorded voice began, steady and sure, “is me on top of you… but not just pounding away. It’s me holding myself up on my arms so I can see your face. Watching your eyes roll back when I go deep… then come back to me.” She could hear his breathing change slightly as he spoke. “It’s kissing you while I’m inside you… not just mouth on mouth, but breathing you in when I’m buried to the hilt so it feels like we’re sharing air.” A pause; the sound of his lips parting. “It’s… stopping completely when you start to tighten around me… just holding still while you pulse… feeling every little quiver until you beg me to move again.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper. “That’s making love.”
Sam had to put her phone down and put her head on her desk. Her entire body was liquid fire.
Later that evening, on her couch with Christian feet away scrolling through his phone Dave sent two photos: one building supplies for a fireplace (“Juliet ordered it”); another meme mocking his exhaustion with their constant texting (“Just tired from literally nothing”). She smiled at both then shivered seeing Dave’s final message from earlier replay in her mind: Have I told you how badly I want to be inside you today?
She thought about saying goodbye after their trip —a new fear he’d voiced that mirrored her own hollow dread —and realized with terrifying clarity that this wasn't just an affair or fantastic sex or even years of friendship catching fire This was what happened when your heart lived in another person across state lines In every text about snow showers and weighted blankets In every shared rant about lazy trophy wives In every voicemail describing exactly how he wanted to worship her body there was only one true thing being said
It wasn't chemistry It was love Raw forbidden essential love
The storm whispered against the hotel window, a low, anxious sigh that mirrored the tension in Sam’s shoulders. She stood in the silence of her rented room, the ghost of Dave’s voice from his morning audio message still warm in her ear. I’m so proud of you. His words were a blanket, the conceptual ‘quilt’ they’d joked about—a code for shelter. Right now, she felt the chill, the old instinct to fold inward, to retreat from the gathering emotional weather.
Her phone lit up on the dresser. His name. A text: Wish I was your gravity tonight. To pull you down into a deep, safe sleep.
A shiver, delicious and warm, uncoiled in her belly. This was their language. Not of frantic lust, but of profound stewardship. He cherished her rest, her peace, as intimately as he cherished her passion.
You are, she typed back, her fingers trembling slightly. You’re the warm weight on my chest, the hand on my racing heart. I felt you there today.
His reply was immediate. Tell me.
And so, in the semi-darkness, with the world reduced to the rectangle of light in her hand and the sound of distant thunder, she did. She told him about the fleeting, perfect hour of deep sleep she’d had, imagining it was him that had finally stilled her mind. She painted the picture of her lonely, neatly made bed back home, the empty side that echoed his absence. The conversation flowed as it always did—from the mundane sanctuary of routines to the sacred ground of their connection. They spoke of intimacy, of how it was never merely a thing for them, but a state of being. A merging of breaths before a merging of bodies.
“It’s the look,” she whispered into a voice note, the phone close to her lips. “It’s the breath you take right before you kiss me. That’s the whole point.”
“The precipice,” his voice came back, husky and close. “The glorious, aching moment before the fall. That’s where I live for you, Sam. In that quiet space where everything else disappears.”
The fantasy built, brick by tender brick, in the space between Arizona and Texas. It was no longer a fantasy of a hotel room, but a memory, perfected and longed for. The one from last time.
In their shared imagination, he was there. The door clicked shut, not with finality, but with a promise. The storm outside was now a cocoon. Dave stood just inside, his bald head gleaming in the low lamplight, his confident frame a silhouette of solid devotion. He didn’t move to her immediately. He watched her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her in the simple cotton dress, her nervousness, her open-hearted courage.
“Hey, you,” he said, the words a soft exhale.
It was all he needed to say. She crossed the room, not into an embrace, but into his orbit, stopping just short of touching. The air between them crackled with four years of friendship, longing, and one seismic, reality-altering night. He raised a hand, his knuckles barely grazing her cheekbone, following the line of her jaw to her chin, tipping her face up.
“No retreating tonight,” he murmured, his thumb stroking her lower lip. “You stay right here with me. In this. Our quilt.”
The sound he made when she turned her head and pressed a kiss to his palm was one of pure, heartfelt surrender. That was their dynamic—his protection met her courage, and in the middle, they both yielded.
He undressed her with a reverent slowness that made her tremble. The dress whispered to the floor. His hands, warm and sure, skated up her ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts, his gaze holding hers. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, and it wasn’t a compliment, but a confirmation. A fact of his universe.
He laid her back on the cool duvet, covering her body with his, not in dominance, but in offering. The weight of him was the gravity he’d promised. He kissed her, and it tasted of home and longing and a shared, secret language. His mouth moved from her lips to her throat, to the frantic pulse at its base, then lower, a trail of worship written on her skin.
When his mouth found her core, it was with a sigh of devotion. He loved her here, too. Not just with skill, but with an aching tenderness that unspooled her completely. His hands held her hips, anchoring her as she arched, his name a fractured plea on her lips. He brought her to the edge with relentless, adoring focus, whispering against her skin, “That’s it, my love. Let go for me. I’ve got you.”
The climax broke over her not as a riot, but as a profound release, a flood of warmth that melted the last of her anxiety. She floated back to him, boneless and shimmering, to find him already moving up her body, his eyes glistening with emotion. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own pleasure on his tongue.
He entered her with a slow, infinite press that stole the breath from both their lungs. It was the connection they’d texted about—the physical act merely a vessel for the emotional truth. He moved within her, a deep, rhythmic tide, his forehead pressed to hers, their breath mingling. Every stroke was a promise, every sigh a confession. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, meeting his rhythm with her own, their bodies speaking the words their circumstances kept them from shouting.
“Look at me,” he gasped, his voice thick. “Sam, baby, look at me.”
Her eyes fluttered open, locking with his. In that unwavering gaze, she saw it all: his pride in her, his frustration with the distance, his awe at her strength, and the simple, essential truth they’d confessed as their day ended. It’s love.
The pressure built, sweet and inexorable, coiling tight in her belly again. His rhythm faltered, his devotion shattering into pure need. “I love you,” he choked out, the words a hot breath against her mouth. “I love you so much.”
It was her undoing. The second wave crested, pulling her under in a soft, radiant rush. He followed, his body shuddering against hers, a low groan of release muffled in the curve of her neck. He poured himself into her, and it felt less like an end and more like a sacrament, a fragile, physical vow in a world that asked them to be apart.
For a long time, there was only the sound of their slowing breaths and the rain, now gentle against the window. The storm had passed through, leaving a cleansed calm. He rolled, taking her with him, keeping her wrapped in his arms, her head on his chest. His heartbeat was a steady drum under her ear, the most comforting sound in the world.
“No deep sleep for me tonight,” she whispered, tracing the lines of his torso. “Not when I can be awake for this.”
He kissed her hair, his arms tightening. “This is the deep sleep, darling. Right here. This is the safest place.”
And she knew he was right. In the quiet aftermath, with the digital world and its codes and distances held at bay, they had found the core of it. It wasn't just chemistry. It was the calm after the storm, the quilt in the chill, the essential, profound love that was, itself, the ultimate intimacy.
From my perspective, I woke up to Dave’s sweet audio messages, and I felt a rush of warmth hearing his voice tell me he loves me. He reminded me how proud he is of me for reaching out for support when I needed it, and he suggested we establish a code word for when I’m feeling overwhelmed. It’s a thoughtful idea, but I chuckled at my tendency to retreat when I hit my threshold. It feels so hard to break that instinct, even though I know he’s right about trying.
As we continued our back-and-forth, we joked about our morning routines. I admitted I had a rough night with only 13 minutes of deep sleep, and he teased me about it. When we started talking about our sleeping habits, I realized how different we are—he makes his bed, while I often don’t bother during the week. We shared laughs over how I kick the sheets off in hotels, and it quickly became a playful debate about how we like our beds made.
Then the conversation took a more intimate turn as we explored our feelings about sex and connection. I expressed how sex is deeply tied to my emotions—more about intimacy than physical pleasure. Dave shared his thoughts, emphasizing that the first orgasm is the strongest, and he highlighted how our chemistry makes everything feel different. We both recognized that making love is distinct from just having sex; it’s about the connection we share.
Throughout the day, I felt this growing ache for him, fueled by our playful banter and deep conversations. The way he talked about wanting to be inside me made me feel both excited and vulnerable. By the end of the day, as I wrapped up a long workday, I reflected on our discussions and the weight of my feelings for him. It was more than just physical attraction; it was something raw and essential between us. The thought of saying goodbye after our upcoming trip filled me with a sense of dread, but also a promise of something beautiful to come.
Good morning sunshine! I hope Sam slept well; I love her. This morning, I felt the need to express how proud I am of her for being open about her feelings and using our conversations as a form of self-care. I proposed that we create a code word for when she's feeling overwhelmed so that I can support her better. It’s not about her dumping her emotions on me; it’s about her taking care of herself with the help I’m offering. I want her to know that it's a positive for me as well.
Sam responded sweetly, calling me adorable and kind, which made me smile. I know her instincts tend to be to retreat when she's stressed, but I believe she can fight that and reach out when she needs support. We joked about her need for a fun code word, and I suggested "platypus."
As our conversation continued, I checked in on how she was feeling that morning. I also asked if she makes her bed in the morning, leading to a light-hearted discussion about our sleeping habits. Sam mentioned she was running late and had only 13 minutes of deep sleep. I found that amusing and shared my surprise at how Christian’s nap turned into a full night’s sleep.
We discussed the weather, which seemed to be changing frequently, and I reassured her that it didn’t look too bad for my upcoming trip to Austin. I also talked about my own morning routine, revealing that I usually wake up well before my alarm, and we laughed about our different ways of making the bed.
Later, I listened as Sam shared her thoughts on why she doesn't typically make her bed during the week. She was frustrated about the changing weather forecast and expressed concern about her upcoming flight. I empathized with her worries and shared my own experiences with morning alarms and sleep patterns.
As the conversation flowed, we joked about our different sleeping habits and preferences—especially regarding how we keep our sheets. Sam found my habit of tucking in the sheets to be a potential dealbreaker, while I countered with my own humor, teasing her about her untucked sheets and how she kicks everything loose.
We then moved on to a more intimate conversation about our sexual preferences, where I expressed my desire for her and we talked about how our chemistry differs from just physical attraction. I mentioned how I find the idea of making love to her to be a deeper connection than just sex.
Throughout the day, we remained playful and flirtatious, discussing everything from our reactions to the weather to our thoughts on sex and intimacy. It was a day filled with laughter, connection, and open conversations about our feelings and desires.
As evening approached, we both acknowledged how much we enjoyed talking to each other, and I shared my excitement about the idea of being close to her again. She expressed that the thought of leaving was hard, and I felt a pang in my chest knowing how much I cared for her. We ended our day with sweet exchanges of love, highlighting the bond we've built through our conversations.
Dave began the day with a cheerful audio message, expressing his love and gratitude for Sam, reminding her how proud he was of her for seeking support during a tough moment the day before. He suggested they establish a code word for times when Sam felt overwhelmed, allowing her to signal him for support. Sam responded warmly, appreciating his thoughtfulness and agreeing to consider the idea, although she admitted that her instinct was often to retreat into herself when feeling anxious.
As they continued their conversation, they exchanged light-hearted banter about their sleep patterns and morning routines. Sam shared that she had experienced only a brief moment of deep sleep the night before, while Dave playfully reacted to her struggles with morning energy. They discussed their daily habits, from making the bed to their respective alarm settings, revealing quirks in each other's routines.
The conversation then shifted to the weather, with both expressing concerns about an impending storm. Sam expressed her anxiety regarding her travel plans, while Dave reassured her that he didn’t expect the conditions to be severe. They shared thoughts on their pets, reminiscing about their respective dogs and the similarities in their behaviors, which led to shared laughter.
As the day progressed, they dived into deeper topics, discussing their perspectives on intimacy and sex. Sam articulated that for her, sex was less about the physical act and more about emotional connection and intimacy. Dave echoed her sentiments, emphasizing the importance of emotional bonding over mere physical pleasure.
Their exchange took a playful turn as they teased each other about their preferences and habits in the bedroom. They explored the dynamics of their sexual chemistry, with Sam admitting that she found it difficult to fully engage in the moment at times, while also expressing eagerness for their eventual reunion.
As they navigated through various topics, including work frustrations and personal anecdotes, they reinforced their deep emotional connection. Dave praised Sam for her independence and strength, while she expressed her appreciation for his support and understanding.
Their conversation concluded with a sense of longing for each other, both acknowledging how profoundly they missed one another. They shared sweet affirmations of love, promising to continue nurturing their bond despite the challenges of distance. As the day came to a close, they reflected on the depth of their feelings, realizing that their connection transcended mere chemistry—it was love, essential and profound.
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── 06:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning sunshine I hope you slept well and I love you and I have some more things to say but I'm sending this now because you're not being me again
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning sunshine I'm just sitting here thinking about yesterday and I wanted to say that I'm really proud of you for letting me call and on your way home you felt awful. We talked and you felt better. So I want you to use me like that on purpose it's like I said yesterday not you dumping it's you taking care of yourself with the support that's offered It's I hope that I convince you that it's a net positive for me too so I want to propose that we make a rule where And I know you're good at recognizing When you're overloaded and when anxiety is coming on and You're good at being self-aware like that so I think they could be like a trigger or a seven out of 10 or six out of 10 on the anxiety and or anger scale or emotional buildup scale That you could send me a code word and I'll know that it means you need support right now and I'll give you a call We can use that like a fast lane when you need it maybe and I'm not suggesting that This be all the time but I wanna try it maybe just for today and see if that helps. Let me know what you think. I hope you have a great drive and a great rest of your day and I love you
<b>Sam:</b> You’re adorable. And so sweet. And kind. And comforting. And I love you ❤️
<b>Sam:</b> And I’ll think about what you said 😜
<b>Dave:</b> Just a thought 😘
<b>Sam:</b> Bc my instinct when I’m at my threshold is to retreat inside myself. As you know. 😅
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 22, 2026 6:59:38 AM I do know. But I also know you’re good at recognizing that in the moment. Which means you could also make fight your instinct to retreat and send out the bat signal 😋
I do know. But I also know you’re good at recognizing that in the moment. Which means you could also fight your instinct to retreat and send out the bat signal 😋
── 07:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Yes bc I’m sooooo good at fighting my instincts 😂😜
Kidding. I know you’re right. And again, you’re so sweet.
<b>Dave:</b> You don’t have to be good at it. You don’t even have to actually succeed, I’m just offering, and asking that you try
<b>Sam:</b> I will try. Maybe. Gotta think of a fun code word though 😂
<b>Sam:</b> lol. I had 13 minutes of deep sleep last night.
#killme
<b>Dave:</b> Ewwwwe
<b>Dave:</b> Wtf
<b>Dave:</b> Did Christian’s “nap” turn into just regular going to bed lol?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes lol. Which I’m honestly really jealous of at this moment
<b>Sam:</b> I will try. Maybe. Gotta think of a fun code word though 😂
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<b>Dave:</b> Platipus?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes lol. Which I’m honestly really jealous of at this moment
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<b>Sam:</b> How are you
<b>Dave:</b> Not too bad 😌
<b>Dave:</b> How are you feeling so far?
<b>Dave:</b> Oh! I’ve been meaning to ask. Do you make your bed in the morning? Or leave it jumbled up mess?
<b>Dave:</b> Forecast update…
It seems to have been downgraded again. Austin, because that’s where I’m going, doesn’t look like it will be bad at all. And Ft. Worth seems less severe as well but I haven’t been watching this source so Idk what it said yesterday or the day before.
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── 08:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I am so slow going in the morning. I just now left my house even though I got up at like I don't know 530 or something so How am I doing? No, I think I just saw a dog Anyway, how am I doing? I am tired, but I took a shower for like 20 minutes and it helped wake me up a little bit I guess.
<b>Sam:</b> I got distracted in that one and then it cut me off lol. Anyway! Carrying on….
<b>Dave:</b> Stray dog = DAY RUINED lol
<b>Sam:</b> I can’t even think about it. I’m hoping it’s something else 😭
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, do I make the bed typically fuck no Especially during the work week like I don't give a shit I'm running late. I'm not gonna see you again until night. I don't care but when it's the weekend and I'm actually cleaning my house and stuff then yes I make the bed typically though I'm changing, changing the sheets. I have changed him every week at least so. That's that and then so about the weather so I need I need to look at. I've just been looking at the weather channel and like I swear the first night that you told me about the weather that like Juliet brought it up, I looked and it was like projecting like 6 inches of snow or some shit in Dallas on Saturday and then that's gone like way down. And so I think I don't know what I've been seeing is just freezing rain, but I don't know I don't know man what do you think?
<b>Sam:</b> I can’t even think about it. I’m hoping it’s something else 😭
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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So yeah, the weather situation the other night when Julie brought it up they were predicting like 16 inches or something fucking ridiculous and that's what I said then I'm like there's no fucking way we're getting 16 inches of snow in North Texas when it's been Fucking 60° this is ridiculous Of course it was all you know catastrophic doom and gloom into the world Then and then the next day it was more like seven or 8 inches and freezing rain and ice which dice is the issue like that's the thing that gets us here if the roads freeze over that's like really dangerous But I don't know like it doesn't my gut feeling is that it's not gonna be that bad
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And the weather even says that it's not gonna be that bad in Austin so for like feasibility of the story if I can get out of town You know itself like it should be fine which means if I can just get from my house to the hotel
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Also, I can't believe how much you make me talk in the morning like my brain does not feel connected at all in the morning so I'm just rambling and I can't even find words but I'm absolutely getting there so do you make the bed? I'm kind of thinking that you do and then also. How many alarms do you set in the morning? And how many actually go off before you get out of bed?
<b>Sam:</b> 16 inches of snow!!!! Bahahaha
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] No, you're doing great so I'm just getting your brain warmed up now so hopefully when you get to work, you're prepared to dive right in So yes, I do make the bed. I don't like make it make it like tuck everything in perfectly or whatever I can just straighten the comforter up. To the I mean, usually it's just my side or one side the side I'd get in and out of I just kind of throw it back behind me so everything's covered and sometimes it's like I'll go and actually straighten out the other side and whatever but no more than like 20 seconds worth of work and that's primarily just to keep the inside clean Where my body goes What else did you say shit? Oh no, let me try rambling blah blah blah blah blah words. I guess that was it.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, but the problem is me getting into Dallas and they're not canceling my flight Or like it being super delayed so That's the problem So I still kind of think that we need to make a call By Friday, I don't know like if we don't call it by Friday and they end up canceling my flight then what
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh the alarms that's right so I have an alarm set for 5:30 But 90% of the time I'm awake before then Usually, I'll start kind of waking up about four like if I go to bed early like nine Ish then Usually start waking up anywhere from like 4 to 530 And then just hop up usually before the alarm goes off or the other thing that does happen is that I'll wake up at like three or four and then like be awake and not get up and make myself go back to sleep and then I fall back asleep like 30 seconds before the alarm goes off so then the alarm goes off and I feel like shit and I snooze it two or three times but most of the time it's the former
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh my God, I didn't even listen to your whole message yet because you had me thinking and this is a big fucking deal. Do you have your sheets tucked or untucked? This is like maybe a dealbreaker
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So also tell me about your alarm situation So if we'll see what the weather looks like Friday for sure and if it gets better than it has now I think it'll probably be fine. I don't think I already don't think they're gonna be canceling flights. Sunday for Sunday flights I don't think like they'll have the runway cleared planes or stuff will be prepped whatever So yeah, but we'll see Friday and so if we don't, then if we didn't, if we do wait till Saturday and they cancel your flight then we can just reschedule it right for later Right Like we were gonna do anyway
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh, this is definitely a dealbreaker. We might just break up right here now if we're not on the same page here. Sheets and comforter are tucked in at the bottom and a little of the side usually not always obsessed but at the bottom, I imagine yours are not cause you keep your feet out like a weirdo
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I'm sorry I didn't mean like a weirdo. I meant like a psycho.
<b>Sam:</b> I AM AUDIBLY SCREAMING
<b>Sam:</b> About the sheets and the cover
<b>Dave:</b> Byeeeeeeee bitch
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[Transcription] Oh my God Oh, this is bad. Oh yeah, we are totally breaking up. Nice to know you holy shit like especially when I'm in a hotel the first thing I do is I kick my feet like crazy to untucked everything like you're weirdness about you jumping into bed is the equivalent of me throwing my body around The sheet Oh God, yeah that's a fucking problem. Who the fuck wants to be in bed feeling like they're inside of a straight jacket
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Who the fuck was that get mad with like just the covers all flopping around everywhere like falling all off and then middle the night and you got like they get all bunched up or whatever and you gotta try to figure out how to get them back on you like without waking all the way up that's ridiculous That's exactly the picture I painted in my mind too as you go into a hotel room and just like fucking flop it around and kicking all over the place like throwing a tantrum like in that gift you send all the time And you said oh this is gonna be a problem, but I laughed out loud. That was funny. But I'll I'll can see this to you you can kick out your side of the comforter how about that?
<b>Sam:</b> It is exactly like throwing a tantrum bc they are tucked in SO TIGHT in hotel rooms
<b>Sam:</b> You gotta put a lot of muscle into it
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] But don't you wanna be able to get all tangled up in each other and have our legs and bodies all tangled together? Inside of the cocoon of the bed, so it doesn't get all messy
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So let me get this straight You tossed turn all night You go to bed with wet hair You fall asleep with your phone in your face and you keep the Sheets and blanket all loose and kicked out and floppy. How many minutes of deep sleep did you get last night cause maybe there's an issue in some of these things. God everything was so perfect Until you had to ruin the sleeping situation, I just I don't even I don't even know. Don't even know who you are anymore. I'm just kidding
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, we can't have our legs and shit all tangled up when we are tucked in so tight into a fucking straight jacket. That's the problem there's no room for movement. So I'd rather them be all tangled up because remember my feet get hot so even when our feet are all tangled up I gotta have my feet hanging out of the sheets or something otherwise I'm gonna like feel claustrophobic. We'll just have to play it by ear. But OK, no in reality yes, nothing is tucked in because that's just fucking crazy but like I sleep under my own weighted blanket, and Christian sleeps under his own weighted blanket So the reality is the sheets aren't moving around and stuff that much because the blankets pretty like solid if that makes sense also the other thing I'm jumping around topics so if my flight gets canceled Saturday, let's say like is that not going to be Weird then for you to tell Juliet that you're not going to Austin even if Austin looks all clear that's I guess that was my worry
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<b>Sam:</b> Alarms
<b>Sam:</b> The latest I’ll snooze on a work day is 615. If I don’t get up by then then I’m calling in sick lol
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] No, because if the flight gets canceled, then the roads will still be bad enough here that I wouldn't wanna drive so like it's the same same thing I would think
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And actually, I'd probably be more worried about flights not being canceled and the roads actually still being too bad to drive Because the airport and shit like DFW will have their stuff clear Whether or not you know residential streets and you, North Fort Worth are good to fly or drive on or not and yeah, these alarms 525 3545 six why do you set different alarms, multiple alarms and not just use the snooze button?
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And OK I get the weighted blanket thing that that makes sense And I guess my saw like how I can jump into the bed so not like it's not like a straight jacket I mean, there's still like room for the everything to settle around and stuff So yeah, maybe Maybe we can meet in the middle somewhere and just loosen them up instead of completely untouching them We'll see
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, we're gonna have to certainly see like all. I'll do my side you do yours and we'll figure out if it is acceptable together or not or if I'm gonna have to kick you onto the floor. OK, so me tossing and turning at night is one a higher risk in a hotel because I don't have my weighted blanket so I'm not as comfortable that's why I made the tossing but in my normal day-to-day life I'm also tossing and turning at night not because Of whatever but because of the dog typically I'll have one like on my feet or pressed my hip or whatever the hell so I'm I'm moving around to get comfortable The alarms so I mean, I gotta look but for some reason, my snooze is that at eight minute increments or maybe nine or something and that's just fucking weird to me. I can't have an alarm go off at like anything other than a zero or five. Like if it went off at 5:42 that's fucking weird and it does that when I snooze I'm sure I could change your setting. I just haven't fucked with it so yeah that's another thing. I cannot get off or off. That's a whole conversation for another time. I cannot get out of bed at a anything other than a zero or five number. OK, the flight OK sure, we'll see and then What did you say? That might've been Oh, you normally getting up at like 4 AM what the fuck are you gonna do when we're together and you're just like fucking ready to start your day at 4 AM and I'm gonna be sleeping until like night you're gonna be like bitch get the fuck up and then I'm gonna be like bitch leave me alone
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I bet I can find a way to get you up. You know speaking of getting off but I'll probably stay up later. That's kind of that's my plan is we'll just have to stay up later doing stuff or something cause I'll sleep later. If I stay up later I mean, I go to bed at nine usually so that's why.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And you know what I could just choke you out and you'll never even know what happened. You'll go right to sleep no phone no nothing no blankets at all matter.
<b>Sam:</b> Lmfao
<b>Sam:</b> Why did that last message turn me on? Ugh 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> Because controlling your literal consciousness is the most intimate and dominant thing there is 😈
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I will see yeah here's also a fun fact about snooze alarms You know what I did it's called a rear naked choke for a reason anyway fun fact about snooze alarms is they are nine minutes because when they were invented back in whenever the fuck it was 5060s, whatever mechanical clocks the way that their gears were they couldn't add The snooze function in an equal amount they were like was physically wasn't a room or enough for the gears for there to be like 10 teeth. It had to be nine so that's why that started and then digital clocks have kept it that way as like a tradition or whatever now you know.
<b>Sam:</b> I did not know that! See? You’re so good for my smarts, too 😉
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And I happen to know that because I've always thought it was stamped that snooze alarms on digital clocks or any clocks were not an even number like that. I totally get that like even numbers like I mean at five, but you know like zero fives. There's increments common increments, I guess
<b>Dave:</b> Because controlling your literal consciousness is the most intimate and dominant thing there is 😈
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<b>Sam:</b> I did not know that! See? You’re so good for my smarts, too 😉
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<b>Sam:</b> Ugh I’m gonna fall even more madly in love with you
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, because of which thing
<b>Sam:</b> Both
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<b>Sam:</b> Both
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<b>Sam:</b> On top of like 5 other things
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe, you’re too sweet
<b>Dave:</b> ./blush
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh, you know how a few days ago we were talking about not totally remembering what each other look like naked and then you said, but when I saw the picture of Like your tattoo or something it cemented it my my thought into my brain and it was like yeah that's that's what I remember that I totally get it cause when you sent that video last night I was like it all came back. I was like oh my God I did. I did see him naked. I do remember. It's fucking hot
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[Transcription] Well, I was gonna be like oh sorry but since you said it was hot I guess I'll take it Yeah, it's funny how that works right I'm glad you got to experience that because when I saw that I was like oh clicked
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I will add though that I never forgot and still vividly. Remember how nice you look downstairs.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And how you taste it I'd add that
<b>Sam:</b> 🥵🥵🥵
<b>Sam:</b> Fackkkkk
<b>Dave:</b> Right?! Whyyyyy are we so hot for each other.. It’s crazy! 🥵
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Also, that actually reminds me how do you feel since you're your session yesterday? Any better you any pressure relieved or is it all right back now? Sorry about that. Not sorry
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Also, sorry if I'm interrupting like your murder podcast with all these messages
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<b>Sam:</b> He can wait lol
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, Limp Bizkit. I haven’t head them in a while
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] At first, I was racking my brain. I'm like session yesterday. Did I get a massage? Did I go to therapy? I'm like what are you talking about so all that to say it was a release in the moment? And that was about it now I need some more so they didn't do much nothing as good as the real thing. OK, let's be honest and that's what's on my mind.
<b>Sam:</b> It took an edge off
<b>Sam:</b> But that was it
<b>Dave:</b> That’s something though 😌
<b>Sam:</b> True
<b>Sam:</b> What about you? Still nothing?
<b>Dave:</b> You need all the edge off you can get lol
<b>Dave:</b> Still nothing. Mostly because of what you said. I know it would disappoint.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] We probably talked about this like years ago whenever I was single and and masturbating quite often But I use a vibrator like 90% of the time because my fingers don't don't do it, but there is there are hardly anything worse than Then masturbating in your fucking vibrator dying in the middle of it, which has happened to me and yesterday I could tell like the batteries are running low on mine and I was like I swear to God if this thing fucking dies on me I will truly scream into the boy luckily that did not happen but man, it's the worst
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I do remember that that's what you use because I remember you left it out when the HVAC guy came over that does have to suck. Is it rechargeable like what kind do you use her have Is a big one small one like What were we talking about here? And so fingers don't work at all how about well I mean, I know you can get off with the oral right but it's different than fingers obviously
<b>Sam:</b> Hahahaha
<b>Sam:</b> The HVAC guy
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<b>Sam:</b> My fingers don’t work. It’s the angle. A dudes fingers could work but would take longer. Oral 👌 Oral + fingers 👌👌👌👌👌
<b>Sam:</b> But not like jabbing fingers. Lol. Like just the pressure alone is great
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<b>Sam:</b> Vibrators…more to come on that.
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<b>Sam:</b> Omggg! The worst lol
Lmao… thaaaaats what I was looking for
<b>Sam:</b> Have a meeting in 2 meetings and racing into the building. I love mornings lol
<b>Sam:</b> Omggg! The worst lol
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<b>Sam:</b> I’ve sometimes wondered if I have some undiagnosed stuff going on internally bc sometimes over the years sex has been pretty painful, but I think it’s more likely that I just was not turned on enough so it felt like being stabbed.
<b>Dave:</b> Really? Does it seem like the pain correlates with you not being ready?
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm I’m not sure. Depends on your definition of ready lol. Like there’s a lot of times I have sex where I’m not all that wet or in the mood 🤷♀️
<b>Dave:</b> Really? A lot?
<b>Sam:</b> OK - a lot meaning in not in the mood mentally. But my body will naturally lubricate; I just might not be soaking wet or have as much blood flow going on down there lol.
<b>Dave:</b> That’s what I meant by ready. Sufficiently turned on/lubricated.
<b>Dave:</b> Do you ever use lube?
<b>Sam:</b> Never
<b>Sam:</b> Never
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<b>Dave:</b> You know there’s nothing wrong with that right?
<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha but I don’t want to
<b>Dave:</b> Why?
<b>Dave:</b> …if it possibly hurts because you’re not wet enough
<b>Sam:</b> OK - a lot meaning in not in the mood mentally. But my body will naturally lubricate; I just might not be soaking wet or have as much blood flow going on down there lol.
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<b>Sam:</b> But I would not at all be surprised if I have endometriosis or something.
<b>Sam:</b> I’ve had a couple ultrasounds. They always find cysts. And then I’m always supposed to do follow up appts and never do
<b>Sam:</b> It’s finneeeeee
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<b>Dave:</b> Do you want me to get some lube? ☺️
<b>Sam:</b> Fuck no!
<b>Sam:</b> Ok so this is my primary
<b>Sam:</b> Fuck no!
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<b>Dave:</b> Lol.. What is your aversion to it??
<b>Sam:</b> Ha I honestly don’t know, except that I shouldn’t need it!
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Then my other one is like this kind of. But not this exact brand
<b>Sam:</b> Ha I honestly don’t know, except that I shouldn’t need it!
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<b>Dave:</b> Ahhh… That’s what I figured
<b>Dave:</b> “Shouldn’t"
<b>Dave:</b> I’ll bring some 😘
<b>Dave:</b> It’ll change your life
<b>Sam:</b> We will not need it! But you do you!
<b>Dave:</b> It doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you at all!
<b>Sam:</b> I want to be able to feel!! Not just be wallowing around in a pile of ooze 😂😂😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> I’m being dramatic I know
<b>Dave:</b> Like, “how wet you are” isn’t an actual metric
<b>Sam:</b> I think it’s a pretty good metric actually
<b>Dave:</b> Well dur.. ofc not. But a little here and there 👌
<b>Sam:</b> But the thing is - sex is almost COMPLETELY mental for me.
<b>Sam:</b> If I’m not wet, it’s bc I’m mentally not in it.
<b>Dave:</b> So what if I walk in the room, we make out, it’s hot, we make it over to the bed… And you’re so nervous and anxious you don’t get wet? Does that mean you’re not into it? No. Sometimes you body does things you can’t control.
<b>Sam:</b> That isn’t how it works for me though.
<b>Dave:</b> As I remember all to well from crazy night 🤦♂️
<b>Sam:</b> You talked about when you’re having sex that you can just be mentally in the moment and focus on the actual sensation and physical feeling? I legit cannot remember the last time I did that.
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I totally get that
<b>Sam:</b> Obviously crazy night, I was physically feeling it. But I was feeling it because it was with you.
<b>Dave:</b> No I mean my body lol
<b>Dave:</b> Not… ahem.. performing like it “should”
<b>Dave:</b> Doesn’t mean I wasn’t into it at all!
<b>Sam:</b> Oh I know. I think men and women are super different in that way though.
<b>Sam:</b> That isn’t how it works for me though.
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<b>Sam:</b> Oh I know. I think men and women are super different in that way though.
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<b>Dave:</b> Ok. You do know you ☺️
<b>Dave:</b> All I’m saying is lube can come in handy sometimes. Like what if we’re dehydrated by Monday night lol
<b>Sam:</b> Now. Where lube could be used is if I am completely depleted from you going down on me and me having multiple orgasms that way, then we start piv thennnn maybe the lube could come in handy
<b>Dave:</b> Exactly! Great example
<b>Dave:</b> Can you have multiple orgasms from oral? Like in the same session
<b>Sam:</b> Yes
<b>Dave:</b> How long in between?
<b>Sam:</b> Like, 10ish min maybe
<b>Sam:</b> Not all the time but can definitely happen
<b>Sam:</b> I can have an orgasm from oral and then later from piv sometimes too
<b>Sam:</b> Like, 10ish min maybe
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<b>Dave:</b> Do you like to keep them separate? Like, separate sessions? Do you prefer one over the other?
<b>Sam:</b> I think I’m flexible/open to whatever
<b>Sam:</b> But the first time we have sex again, I’m going to want you inside of me stat 😅
<b>Dave:</b> Duly noted
<b>Sam:</b> Your turn. Tell me what you like and what gets you off.
<b>Dave:</b> Ummm… touching my penis works pretty reliably
<b>Sam:</b> With hands or mouth?
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<b>Sam:</b> Ha ok I can’t wait to see what all you are typing lol
<b>Sam:</b> 13 minutes later!!
<b>Dave:</b> I’m outling the whole process…
<b>Sam:</b> Oh Jesus
<b>Sam:</b> Ok I will be sure to save the process notes and review thoroughly on the plane hahaha
<b>Sam:</b> Kidddiiingggg. Ok can’t wait 😜
<b>Dave:</b> It probably isn’t that much different than anyone else.. I guess I don’t actually know though, so you tell me
<b>Dave:</b> So I can actually cum like, once a day. The first time is by far the strongest/best orgasm. Then every one after that is harder to get to and less intense.
The longer it has been since the previous time, typically the more intense it is, and the harder it is to control. Also how horny I am and have been contributes to both of those. (Hope you can read between the lines and adjust expectations accordingly here 😅).
Typically once I get past the first impulse to cum, which is usually within the first few minutes, it’s much easier and I can handle more stimulation (faster, harder). The flip side of that, is after the first time I cum, the next time I have to work for it and if I can’t quite get there, I probably won’t be able to.
Hands, mouth, it all works. So the formula I’ve described before kind of lends itself to this like this: the foreplay (hands, mouth, whatever) gets me to that first impulse, and that becomes a natural transition point to cool down a little then I’m good for whatever/however long - and still maintain that first-orgasm intensity, if not even more intense from getting close, stoping and then working back up.
Hopefully that makes sense lol.
<b>Dave:</b> (And isn’t too disappointing 🫣)
<b>Dave:</b> Oh, it also might be worth noting that I can still get hard and perform at any time in there between orgasms 👍.
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh now I’m on meetings
<b>Sam:</b> All makes sense
<b>Sam:</b> So a couple things top of mind for me:
-getting off is never the goal for me or even an indication of good sex. I mentioned before how I like quickies from time to time. That’s bc “good sex” to me is being so desired and also desiring someone so much that you just can’t keep your hands off each other. Now that I think about it - maybe it’s all more about “intimacy” to me than anything else.
-for me, sex with every person is super different. I could do the same “routine” with every partner you have and it could feel drastically different.
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 22, 2026 10:24:38 AM That’s interesting, and thank you for sharing. The not-having-an-orgasm part is foreign to me. I get it - the way you described it, but orgasm=objective of sex is so predominant that it’s hard to believe otherwise lol.
That’s interesting, and thank you for sharing. The not-having-an-orgasm part is foreign to me. I get it - the way you described it, but orgasm=objective of sex is such a predominant perception that it’s hard to believe otherwise lol.
<b>Dave:</b> And that has been my defacto measure of success for my whole life. Like, the thing that has shaped my sex life is literally making sure my partner has gotten off before I finish lol
<b>Dave:</b> So you’re like… trying to convert a muslim to christianity over here.
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe I’m just weird or maybe this is just a man vs. woman thing? No idea. Lol.
<b>Sam:</b> But the thing is, like you said, I mean how many times can a person legitimately cum in a day? Not many. But that doesn’t mean sex still doesn’t feel amazing
<b>Sam:</b> I dunno man-maybe my heart really DOES live in my vagina 😂
<b>Sam:</b> Bc I feel like sex is so much more like an expression of love and desire than it is a physical act.
<b>Dave:</b> So the funny thing is.. even with what I described… ok, you just said what I was getting at which is: I can totally see making love with you being completely different than anything I’ve ever experienced because of how I feel about you, and what we have. I mean, I know it’s different - from the glimpse we had on crazy night 🥰
<b>Dave:</b> I like when you melt 🥰
<b>Sam:</b> Ah you just said something that is also a big distinction in my mind. Making love. Vs fucking
<b>Sam:</b> Any two ppl can fuck.
<b>Sam:</b> Not at all the same for making love
<b>Sam:</b> And pft, I have no idea the last time I had the latter
<b>Sam:</b> And I think that’s totally why sex mostly feels like just fucking. Bc it has a clear end - the orgasm.
<b>Sam:</b> Making love is a lot more fluid to me
<b>Sam:</b> Now I’m alllllll wet
<b>Dave:</b> I say “fuck” when we’re sxting and being naughty, and I will definitely fuck you. But the whole thing that’s driving this for me is making love to you. I want to make sure that’s clear. And that’s what we’re doing when I walk in the room day 1.
<b>Dave:</b> Good distinction baby 🥰
<b>Sam:</b> You’re killing me
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<b>Dave:</b> I’m the one with wood over here 🥵
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<b>Sam:</b> I’ve thought about that a lot, fantasizing about you and us. Bc my instinct is absolutely to fuck and for you to fuck me hard
But then I think about us slowing down and really just being engulfed in each other and getting caught up in actually feeling and tasting each other, and that’s when I absolutely melt inside
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<b>Dave:</b> Oh yeah… you aren’t getting away without getting completely smashed 😏!
But first and foremost I want to bond, melt, and become one with you. Savoring being inside you, tasting you, feeling every quivering pulse… 🫠🫠🫠🥰
<b>Dave:</b> I’m the one with wood over here 🥵
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<b>Sam:</b> Lol you dork
<b>Sam:</b> Prepping the fireplace?
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah. Juliet ordered it 🙄
<b>Sam:</b> It’s smart! It’s going to be freezing and if you lose power you’ll be grateful!
<b>Dave:</b> Oh yeah… you aren’t getting away without getting completely smashed 😏!
But first and foremost I want to bond, melt, and become one with you. Savoring being inside you, tasting you, feeling every quivering pulse… 🫠🫠🫠🥰
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<b>Sam:</b> Dying 😭
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<b>Dave:</b> too! 🥵
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<b>Sam:</b> I’ve literally just read the same paragraph in an email 5 times bc I am not retaining any of it bc I’m thinking about you
<b>Dave:</b> I 10000000% understand 💭
<b>Dave:</b> I need to be inside you so badly 😭
<b>Dave:</b> Sorry, sorry! That’s not helping
<b>Sam:</b> Faccckkkk 😭😭😭
<b>Dave:</b> If you added it up, I honestly think I’ve been hard more in the last 6-8 weeks than I have in the last… 6-8 YEARS lol? Like total time erect. TTE?
<b>Sam:</b> LOL
<b>Dave:</b> From the mere thought of you 🫀
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh I know and it’s all your fault
<b>Sam:</b> 😜
<b>Dave:</b> I know, it is. I’ll take it
<b>Sam:</b> Seriously though. I cannot fucking wait to feel you again
<b>Dave:</b> What if it’s just too much and I cum like, immediately 😅
<b>Sam:</b> Yassss!!!
<b>Sam:</b> 😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> Hahhaha
<b>Sam:</b> I honestly have thought the same about me. It’s a very high possibility for me.
<b>Sam:</b> Full send.
<b>Dave:</b> Like, I’m tingly just sitting here with it pressing against my pants
<b>Sam:</b> Fuck it 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Well that’s GREAT for you lol! Maybe we both will
<b>Sam:</b> It’ll be great for us both!
<b>Sam:</b> Do we high five after?? 😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> Idek lol
<b>Sam:</b> Lololol
<b>Dave:</b> I’m flustered before we even start
<b>Dave:</b> I can’t be planning afterward
<b>Dave:</b> We’ll just have to feel it out after we revel in it and continue to melt into each other for a little while
<b>Dave:</b> I anticipate not wanting to let go of you for a little while 🫣
<b>Sam:</b> We will be great baby. ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> Truthfully, how could we possibly be anything but..
<b>Sam:</b> Literally
<b>Sam:</b> And at this point, how could we go the rest of our lives and NOT have sex with each other again
<b>Sam:</b> Am I just supposed to shut off my vagina?!? Can’t do that lol
<b>Dave:</b> My breath just hitched when I read that, and my heart is still a little fluttery. 🥰
<b>Dave:</b> Your… braingina
<b>Sam:</b> So…give me a sense of what making love looks like to you?
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<b>Dave:</b> How do you mean? Like, a physical description?
<b>Sam:</b> Well you don’t have to go into a ton of details but what makes that different for you than “fucking”
<b>Sam:</b> Like, is it just the pace, or ?
<b>Dave:</b> Gotcha…
<b>Dave:</b> Give me a sec, k
<b>Sam:</b> I’m 15 seconds in and already on 🔥🔥
<b>Sam:</b> Facckkkk
<b>Sam:</b> This is practically phone sex. I will absolutely masturbate to this message one day 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, really?? You think?
<b>Dave:</b> I love that 🫠
<b>Sam:</b> Uh fuck yes
<b>Sam:</b> Even your voice is sexy
<b>Dave:</b> Oh good lol.. I thought about that afterwards and hoped it didn’t sound retarded.
<b>Dave:</b> Tell me how much you like it
<b>Dave:</b> I want to hear it in your voice
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My literal face right now in my office. Ay yi yiiii
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<b>Sam:</b> 😂😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> 😜
<b>Dave:</b> Oh good lol.. I thought about that afterwards and hoped it didn’t sound retarded.
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<b>Dave:</b> OMG yess!! I can not wait for you to blush for me in person 🥰
<b>Dave:</b> You are so fucking hot!! 😍
<b>Dave:</b> So anyway, how does that align with what your idea of making love looks like?
<b>Sam:</b> Ok ok. Ah focusing.
<b>Sam:</b> Ok that aligns spot on.
<b>Sam:</b> I’m going to listen to your message again though. Hehe
<b>Sam:</b> Facking hell
<b>Sam:</b> Ok absolutely slower, looking at each others eyes, facing each other, breathing into each other, kissing each other, deeper thrusts, holding hands at times, hands running up and down each other at times
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<b>Dave:</b> Me on top of you with your hands clasped behind my neck. Or on my hips holding me into you 🥵🫠
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<b>Dave:</b> Yesssss
<b>Sam:</b> Saying each others names…sweet talking…
<b>Sam:</b> Savoring each other
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<b>Sam:</b> I am still not in a great headspace about us having to push out our trip 😭
<b>Sam:</b> I’ll survive but it’ll be a superrrrrr shitty day
<b>Dave:</b> Don’t get your hopes up yet, but it looks like the forecast has been downgraded again
<b>Sam:</b> Oh i meant to ask how seasmoke does in snow and ice? Lol
<b>Sam:</b> Bc I feel like not well! 😅
<b>Dave:</b> No, she does not like inclimate weather
<b>Sam:</b> That’s not good! Lol
<b>Dave:</b> She doesn’t do well in the RAIN lol
<b>Sam:</b> Well how the hell are you going to drive to “Austin”
<b>Dave:</b> I can turn her output down and that helps… But pffft.. That’s lame.
<b>Sam:</b> 🙄🙄
<b>Dave:</b> LOL
<b>Dave:</b> You get it
<b>Sam:</b> You’re such a dude sometimes
<b>Dave:</b> I gotta have a little bit
<b>Sam:</b> You’re right, you do lol
<b>Dave:</b> But for real, as long as every road isn’t a sheet of ice Sunday afternoon, I’ll be fine.
<b>Dave:</b> And I don’t think Austin is even forcasted to get any snow/ice anymore.
<b>Sam:</b> I don’t like that snow is still forecasted for Dallas Sunday morning
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, it’s annoying
shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> 40% chance of showers. Less than an inch.
<b>Sam:</b> Snow showers though.
<b>Dave:</b> Oh hey! Saturday looks better too!
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<b>Sam:</b> Snow showers though.
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<b>Sam:</b> Man, Texas is just reallyyyyy letting me down
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah. Snow showers. Nbd
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
Phoenix is looking nice….
<b>Sam:</b> We’re playing wheel of fortune and I am STRESSED
<b>Dave:</b> Lol who?
<b>Sam:</b> Stephen’s all hands
<b>Dave:</b> Oh
<b>Dave:</b> Little bitch
<b>Sam:</b> I WONNNNN
<b>Sam:</b> yassss bitches!!!!
<b>Dave:</b> Ha! Nice!
<b>Dave:</b> What’d you win?
<b>Sam:</b> I mean. Bragging rights lol
<b>Dave:</b> For real!
<b>Dave:</b> He doesn’t like give you a gift card, or schwag?
<b>Sam:</b> I doubt it
<b>Sam:</b> Stephen??? Pft
<b>Sam:</b> Jan 22, 2026 1:49:21 PM But my winning word was trust but verify
But my winning phrase was trust but verify
<b>Sam:</b> Perfect for me lol
<b>Sam:</b> I am so sick of hearing about “record breaking years”
<b>Dave:</b> This is the thing that makes me the maddest about this and other cpmanys
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<b>Sam:</b> All they give a fuck about is lining their own pockets
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<b>Sam:</b> Yet we continue to be told to cut expenses
<b>Sam:</b> And merit increases are nil
<b>Dave:</b> It’s such fucking bullshit
<b>Sam:</b> What a joke
<b>Dave:</b> Merit increases haven’t been shit the whole time I’ve been here
<b>Sam:</b> They never will be
<b>Sam:</b> That’s their MO
<b>Dave:</b> This is the thing that makes me the maddest about this and other cpmanys
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<b>Sam:</b> we are supposed to be thrilled with the bonus program 🙄
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<b>Sam:</b> All they give a fuck about is lining their own pockets
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<b>Dave:</b> Like it would bankrupt the company for them to pay for you to come to Dallas to fuck me. WTF 😡
<b>Sam:</b> Ok I literally lol’d at that
<b>Sam:</b> And you know they are all buzzing around having affairs
<b>Dave:</b> Oh for sure
<b>Dave:</b> I mean Stephen isn’t because he’s a little bitch… but everyone else
<b>Sam:</b> So get this
<b>Sam:</b> Lol. I’ve seen this happen multiple times
<b>Sam:</b> He will be on calls on camera working from home and then his wife will come in, wearing an apron and everything, and bring him lunch
<b>Sam:</b> What are your thoughts on non working wives
<b>Sam:</b> Which is different, to me, than stay at home moms
<b>Dave:</b> Ahh, ok. Important distinction.
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe you don’t even have any specific thoughts on it
<b>Sam:</b> But it pissesssss me offfffffff 😂
<b>Sam:</b> But I need to further explain
<b>Dave:</b> Oh I do. But I have no right whatsoever to feel that way lol
<b>Sam:</b> Do tell!
<b>Sam:</b> Which will require a rant, so hopefully I can send a voice memo in between meetings
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, it’s annoying
<b>Sam:</b> Do tell!
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<b>Sam:</b> It goes against my feminist beliefs lol
<b>Sam:</b> Divorced women, with grown kids, living solely off alimony is one of my biggest triggers
<b>Sam:</b> I also should probably caveat my rage by saying that I’ve never birthed or raised children so maybe I would be more understanding if I did 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> Stay at home moms? Fine. That’s a job. It’s good for the kids or whatever. If that’s the job, I feel like it also includes keeping the house. Laundry, cleaning, cooking, shopping, taking the kids to their things, etc.
But when it’s just a stay at home WIFE? Let it be said, ofc, that I could gaf what people do with their lives, money, time, etc. But I can’t help but feel like she’s a lazy bitch, and the guy is a trick. Especially if she also doesn’t do shit around the house, etc.
I had the misfortune of watching some YouTube show about this guy whose wife totally cucks him… Oh! It was some semi famous comedian/podcaster… I’ll find the name. But anyway, she’s just a total twat.
<b>Sam:</b> Yupppp. I have stories.
<b>Dave:</b> And to be fair, sure there are plenty of perfectly fine people that just happen to have it that way. But that’s my initial opinion
<b>Sam:</b> Plus having lived this going through Chaz’s divorce
<b>Dave:</b> His ex?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes
<b>Sam:</b> So I think I’m most enraged by the divorced women living off of ex husbands money.
<b>Sam:</b> But I’m also enraged by married women, not working, who then become financially dependent on a man
<b>Sam:</b> NEVER EVER become financially dependent on a partner.
<b>Dave:</b> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRpTVDMwt_U
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<b>Dave:</b> It should link to a clip of her saying something annoying.
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> I’m gonna tryyyyyy not to be angry today
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Goooood damn! Look at that beard lol
<b>Sam:</b> Who knows how old the pic is
<b>Dave:</b> Tell him your lover said hi
<b>Sam:</b> Absolutely not lol
<b>Dave:</b> I’m pretty sure it was his wedding so… 4-5 years maybe
<b>Sam:</b> Well shit I can’t say anything
<b>Sam:</b> Mine is from September 2021
<b>Sam:</b> Jesus that was so long ago
<b>Dave:</b> I think mine was from that timeframe too
<b>Sam:</b> I think it was too
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<b>Dave:</b> on top of you with your hands clasped behind my neck. Or on my hips holding me into you 🥵🫠
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<b>Sam:</b> Where are your hands? 🫠
<b>Dave:</b> Pushup position, holding myself above you
<b>Dave:</b> That scene has been popping up lately
<b>Dave:</b> How much weight can you handle or do you like on you?
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<b>Sam:</b> What about you?
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<b>Sam:</b> 15 lbs - the weight of my weighted blanket
<b>Sam:</b> Lmaoooo I’m kidding
<b>Sam:</b> Hmm I’ve honestly not really thought about it
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<b>Dave:</b> Guess we’ll find out ☺️
<b>Sam:</b> During sex? A lot. All of it. Maybe? As long as I can breathe lol
<b>Sam:</b> It’s not like it would be dead weight
<b>Sam:</b> What about you?
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<b>Dave:</b> Yes, during sex lol. Like, if I wasn’t holding myself up off you
<b>Dave:</b> What do you mean?
<b>Dave:</b> Like if you’re riding?
<b>Sam:</b> What if I want to just lay on you, outside of sex
<b>Dave:</b> Will you??
<b>Dave:</b> Do you??
<b>Dave:</b> Omg I would loooove that
<b>Sam:</b> Really?
<b>Dave:</b> Yes!
<b>Sam:</b> Yea like what if I just want to hug you, on top of you
<b>Dave:</b> That sounds a lot like BJJ 🥰
<b>Sam:</b> Is that sexual to you?? Or like you’re about to wrestle me lol
<b>Dave:</b> It’s intimate
<b>Dave:</b> It feels good in a lot of different ways
<b>Dave:</b> Like, for you to do it.. 1. It would be cute. 2. It would be super close and intimate. And 3. I guess this doesn’t really apply to you butI love feeling that pressure of another body grinding and compressing against me. Not at all sexual, but from a physical perspective. It’s kind of like how a really hard massage hurts but it also feels good?
<b>Dave:</b> Or like a really good stretch when you’re still slightly sore from a workout
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> OK had to find pics just so you know what’s in my head lol
<b>Sam:</b> So both of these I like. My Full body weight
<b>Dave:</b> Except not on your fucking phone
<b>Sam:</b> 🙄🙄 okkkkaayyyy
<b>Sam:</b> I actually really love laying on someone’s back more
<b>Sam:</b> 🙄🙄 okkkkaayyyy
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<b>Dave:</b> Yess! All your weight!
<b>Dave:</b> All what? 110?
<b>Sam:</b> Oh fuck off
<b>Dave:</b> lol what?
<b>Dave:</b> I genuinely have no concept of women’s weight
<b>Sam:</b> Not even close but thank you
Normal
<b>Dave:</b> How much you weigh?
<b>Sam:</b> Good. I am genuinely not going to tell you my weight 😜
<b>Sam:</b> Absolutely not
<b>Dave:</b> Why?!
<b>Dave:</b> You know… you are absolutely the only woman I’ve ever asked that
<b>Sam:</b> And what made you ask me vs anyone else?? 😂
<b>Sam:</b> Ok I’ll give you this. When we first “met”/started talking, I was around 135-140
<b>Sam:</b> That’s my good weight
<b>Sam:</b> And what made you ask me vs anyone else?? 😂
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<b>Sam:</b> I am the largest woman in my family
<b>Sam:</b> 😳😩
<b>Sam:</b> Like even at 140, I’m the largest lol
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah. I’ve always known to not too. I’ve never really understood it, but I’ve accepted it.
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 22, 2026 3:27:26 PM And I thought you and I were close enough that you’d talk me. But I guess not 😔
And I thought you and I were close enough that you’d tell me. But I guess not 😔
<b>Sam:</b> Don’t even lol
<b>Sam:</b> Don’t even lol
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<b>Sam:</b> Try to guilt trip me 😂
<b>Sam:</b> How much do you weigh?
<b>Dave:</b> 200ish
<b>Dave:</b> Probably closer to 210 tbh
<b>Sam:</b> Hard rule for me: I cannot weigh more than the dude I’m with
<b>Sam:</b> That’s not the case here but just saying lol
<b>Sam:</b> It’s not a them thing, it’s a me thing
<b>Sam:</b> 😂
<b>Dave:</b> lol
<b>Dave:</b> Everything with you is a you thing lmao
<b>Sam:</b> I don’t know how to take this 😂
<b>Sam:</b> I have never ever been into little twerpy dudes with the stick legs and no ass
<b>Sam:</b> Ick
<b>Sam:</b> I don’t know how to take this 😂
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<b>Dave:</b> I think you do
<b>Dave:</b> 😘
<b>Sam:</b> Hmph
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, I have lots to say to catch up on so Yeah, my brain is not functioning though. OK back to the whole women who stay at home so yeah if you have young kids and you stay at home mom great good for you. Happy that you are in a position where you can live off of one income, but I absolutely do not think it should be a long-term for everything and I do agree that Being a stay at home, mom does not mean that the house should be a complete fucking shit show for your partner to come home too after they work all day So yeah, then I have a very big problem with women who Chose not to work During their marriages and I get that like if you're a stay at home mom, it's hard to get back into the workforce again at some point when the kids get older like you're gonna probably have to take a big cut and take a step down and all that's for shit I get that but You need to like start somewhere and it is not OK if you're going through a divorce to be like well you know we agreed that I would stay home with the kids and not work now if you're going through a divorce and the kids are like two and four years old or whatever like it there in the thick of it fine but if they're grown and it's like, yeah I know I haven't worked for 10 years because you know we agreed that I would raise the kids Or stay home with the kids and then I never you know went back to work and so then they get awarded all this fucking alimony and that's what they fucking live off of that really fucking pisses me off same sort of thing about like well I went to school I don't know. I just have a problem with that. I feel like listen. I know that there are school programs that are like killer and you can't go through school and also have a full-time job but I feel like you could have something right I don't know I don't know, man. So yeah, Chaz's dumbass ex-wife Stayed at home and was going to go to nursing school and then after he died, she like went to nursing school. She finished it and then worked for like a fucking month and she's been living off of his. Death benefits, and also Is with a super rich guy and all she does is fucking travels with him she doesn't work. She is 38 years old like is this your retirement plan like what? Where is your money when you're 60 are you gonna be with this guy to leave freaking croaks and then you just get. Money from him from when he dies too like I don't get it. OK this is really long so I have more to say I'll cut this one off though.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Hey, so My sister, I love her to death, but she is also the type that doesn't wanna work and so she is with men that make a lot of money so she can do nothing and she was married to this fucking tool for like I don't know 12 years or something And her kids are freaking just graduated college so like they weren't super young whenever they were together, she was not a stay at home mom she was a stay at home and read books and watch TV and clean the house type of like I don't even know what the hell she did worked out And just lived off of him while when they got a divorce She made it to where she's getting like $3000 or something crazy like that a month in alimony it's fucking insane and they had no kids together. This is just from them being married fucking wild to me. So then my sister met this new well off man that's her boyfriend now and he is no shit. My dad's age OK my sister is 10 years older than me so 47 whatever I am this guy is 60. Around there, he's a widow and he is a retired lawyer, but like the lawyer that did like the traffic freaking lawyer shit but anyway he still has decent money so She was doing nothing with her life and living off of this alimony and like a year or so ago maybe it was longer than that He he had a conversation with her and he's like what is your plan for like life and she's like what do you mean? He's like you don't have any retirement money and I want you to be with me because you like love me and wanna be with me not because I have money and I'm the one supporting you. He's like absolutely not so you need to do something to make money so now she's in nursing school and it's gonna do that and I'm gonna work and we all were like good for him. Good for him like he could see the writing on the wall like this is not I'm sorry alimony is not a freaking retirement plan. And then dating me is also not a retirement plan so that's that story
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And then, lastly, on this topic, I've just seen it too many times where and I'm it happens to men too sure but it's more prevalent in women where a woman wants to get out of a marriage or a relationship and it's like I can't. I can't afford it. I don't know anything about where we stand financially, and he manages all the money and I can't do it and then they're stuck and that is a fuck. No a hard hard hard pass I don't ever wanna be in a position where I can't even like afford the house that I'm living in on my own I need it to wear if somebody. Left me today I could still maintain my same sense of living my car my house, my day today all those stuff I just feel like I just like you gotta protect yourself people there is just absolutely no freaking way none So yeah, in rant
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, I lied. I'm not done ranting another thing that really fucking pisses me off. Is these bitches who don't ever work and like my sister is one of these like they become these like trophy wives and Everybody is like oh my God she looks so amazing and it's like bitch. You should look amazing if you don't have any fucking stress from a job and you have all this time to just like work out and go get fucking Botox and wax and whatever else it's like it's like anybody could look fucking good being completely taken care of I mean, Jesus Christ it's just it's insane.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh my gosh so That's for all the problems that you say you have and you have like you are very Smart and what's the weather looking for? I just had it before I pushed record Independent, of course you're very independent and like have done well for yourself like really well And that's one of the things that attracts me to you is just how great you are in general I guess but yeah on that whole topic that's great for that guy. I think you've told me about that before too and I was like you have a good for him. But Dominic's mom was like that like that's how she had gotten through life until she went to prison It was I was hooking up with guys who had money and I mean it's it's a strategy I guess but like I wasn't expecting you to be so up on it, but you definitely are not into that shit And now that I think about it, I guess it's probably because you've worked hard to make yourself independent and get yourself like in your position and you know it feels like other women are just being lazy when they do that. I guess you know what I'm saying.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh my God, you weren't done but that's so funny because I guess that's kind of what I'm getting at to like I just don't. I don't wanna say I don't have respect for women that do that because whatever more power to you if that's all you wanna live your life and there's a guy that will pay for you to just be then whatever that's fine. Like I try not to judge, but at the same time like I can't help but judge because like there's just no, there's no character to that like there's no substance and coming back to you like you are full of character and substance because you've worked hard and you've done for yourself And then you look at some bitch that just all her life is is going to the gym and getting plastic surgery and fake tits and it's just like like why like just what what do you have going for you? Like I can't even imagine having an interesting conversation with people like that you know what I mean I feel like I've ended a lot of my transmissions with you know what I mean
<b>Sam:</b> “You are full of character and substance” translation: You are batshit crazy but I dig it 😂
<b>Sam:</b> Lollll this topic does really get me going
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Of course it does. Your bitches hate each other. It's just the nature of the game.
<b>Sam:</b> I have ranted SO MUCH to my dad about this 😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> He probably loves that you are the way you are!
<b>Sam:</b> “You are full of character and substance” translation: You are batshit crazy but I dig it 😂
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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, I'm trying to capture my little laughter because that got me for some reason. Your bad shit crazy but I did it. I mean in this that's not what I meant but I'm not saying it isn't true also
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Well, I am my dad's favorite so he does love that I am this way But for real though, I am my dad's baby girl. I am his first born and his only biological daughter because my sister is my half sister, so I am more special. That's all I have to say.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, you are definitely special. That's for sure.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And one one more thing I love you and you're the best
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I have been to think that you are the best and I love you too and thank you for making every day way less of a shit show so I really appreciate you
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And I really appreciate you and thank you for saying that cause our amazing words of affirmation which you claimed to not do
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<b>Sam:</b> Ok I have 2 work rants I need to just get off my chest that I’ll voice memo that you don’t even need to respond to - just saying them out loud makes me feel better. 😅
<b>Dave:</b> I can call…
<b>Dave:</b> Platypus?
<b>Sam:</b> Sure! It’s not thattttt bad but if you’re free and want to chat! ❤️😊
<b>Dave:</b> Ofc I do!
<b>Dave:</b> Thanks for chatting 😘😘
<b>Sam:</b> You’re the best
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao… we JUST hung up and I’m texting 🤷♂️🤦♂️
<b>Sam:</b> Bc we miss each other already 🤦♀️
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Saying goodbye to fly back home….i had not thought about really.
<b>Sam:</b> But that might…be really hard
<b>Dave:</b> I have… 😭😭😭
<b>Sam:</b> Like…I’m going to feel completely hollow
<b>Sam:</b> My chest honestly hurts thinking about it
<b>Dave:</b> Ikr
<b>Sam:</b> Dude what have you done to me. I am not like this. Lol
<b>Dave:</b> What have YOU done to ME??
<b>Sam:</b> Normally I’m like ok peace out and absolutely thrilled to be alone
<b>Sam:</b> I’m not even a little kidding lol
<b>Dave:</b> Oh I know
<b>Dave:</b> This is new territory for all of us lol
<b>Sam:</b> It might honestly break me
<b>Dave:</b> Awwwwe, baby
<b>Dave:</b> Platypus?
<b>Sam:</b> I’m almost home 😭
<b>Sam:</b> I’ll be ok
<b>Sam:</b> You’re worth breaking for ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> One step at a time
<b>Dave:</b> I love you Sam 💕
<b>Sam:</b> I love you too ❤️
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<b>Dave:</b> shared a movie
<b>Sam:</b> I love the slo mo
<b>Sam:</b> I was just outside picking up 💩 and I stepped in some 😭😭
<b>Dave:</b> I can’t believe how high Bear is getting!
<b>Sam:</b> I love that they have the exact same movements
<b>Sam:</b> Like, it’s their breed. It’s adorable
<b>Dave:</b> Right? I wonder if it a breed thing or if Bear learned it from creek?
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm how did Boobers do it though? Not the same?
<b>Dave:</b> The whole jump and turn thing.
<b>Sam:</b> Aren’t they all the same breed?
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, they’re all Australian shepherds
<b>Dave:</b> Boobers didn’t “do” catch lol.
<b>Dave:</b> But Boobers would jump over our chain link fence in NE, with ease, and she would like, float over it lol. Like Michael Jordan
<b>Dave:</b> And Bear does it too when he jumps over the sofa
<b>Dave:</b> She got “hang time” hahaha
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<b>Sam:</b> Ok another good show to watch is Hijack on Apple TV
<b>Sam:</b> Jan 22, 2026 7:04:04 PM Just started season 2. So far it’s on but season 1 had me hooked immediately
Just started season 2. So far it’s ok but season 1 had me hooked immediately
<b>Dave:</b> What’s it about?
<b>Sam:</b> A plane hijacking
<b>Sam:</b> Idris Elba is in it
<b>Dave:</b> I’ll havre to check it out
<b>Sam:</b> Still watching landman?
<b>Dave:</b> I’m sitting outside the high school waiting on Greyson who I brought up here to see his girlfriends play 😋
<b>Sam:</b> Awww look at you being so nice
<b>Sam:</b> And look at him being such a good boyfriend!
<b>Dave:</b> Meh, I’m gonna finish it but it really hasn’t gotten any better. I think I’m on episode 7 or 8 out of 10…
<b>Dave:</b> S01 was sick! Lots of good action, violence, and good drama. But this whole season has been just drama. Not nearly as raw, or clever either.
<b>Sam:</b> I mean….id probably still enjoy the drama lol
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, you might
<b>Dave:</b> The Pit hasnt made any major impressions on me so far either. However, there was a scene where they had to drain the blood out of an erect dick lol. And they showed it, so that was pretty cool
<b>Sam:</b> Season 2 right?
<b>Sam:</b> How many episodes so far?
<b>Dave:</b> There’s also a chick on there that kind of reminds me of you.
<b>Dave:</b> Only 2 are out
<b>Sam:</b> 1. I must see this erect dick lol
<b>Sam:</b> And tell me more!!! How so?
<b>Dave:</b> Not really, but she’s super awkward - almost autistic
<b>Sam:</b> I know how you see me now!!
<b>Sam:</b> ummmm
<b>Dave:</b> So since we’ve been talking about your awkwardness, it reminded me
<b>Sam:</b> What the fuck dave
<b>Sam:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> I know how you see me now!!
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<b>Sam:</b> Meet Sam, my super weird, awkward, autistic friend!!! Lmao
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, not the autistic part, obviously 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> I mean… ok maybe a little 🤭😘
<b>Sam:</b> Oh I will remember this
<b>Dave:</b> I’m sure you will lol
<b>Sam:</b> 😘
<b>Dave:</b> Autism commonly creates enhanced memory 😂
<b>Sam:</b> Are you saying my memory seems enhanced?
<b>Dave:</b> You just said you’d remember this so… maybe not lol
<b>Sam:</b> Ohhhhh
<b>Sam:</b> LOLOLOL
<b>Dave:</b> Wow
<b>Sam:</b> Blonde moment
<b>Sam:</b> It can’t be helped sometimes
<b>Dave:</b> It’s a good thing you’re beautiful 😘
<b>Sam:</b> I’m glad you think so ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> It’s an objective fact, Sam.
<b>Sam:</b> It is LITERALLY not 😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Exhausted by me already and we haven’t even spent time together yet 😉
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Some British girl talking about her music taste said she’s into “proper vintage. Like early Eminem” 😂😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> Vintage!!! lol
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Dave:</b> He has been releasing
Music for like 30 years
<b>Sam:</b> Don’t you dare talk as if he’s an old man!!
<b>Sam:</b> He has aged like fine wine
<b>Dave:</b> Do you know old he is?
<b>Sam:</b> I looked it up semi recently. He’s in his 50s I’m pretty sure. And it’s devastating 😂
<b>Dave:</b> He has aged very well
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah like 54
<b>Sam:</b> 53*. That is insane
<b>Sam:</b> But honestly, you yourself are pushing 50, and look how hott you are!! 😉
<b>Dave:</b> Thanks baby… and also: fuck you bitch
<b>Sam:</b> Hahahahaha
<b>Dave:</b> Pushing 50 🙄
<b>Sam:</b> I loooovvveee you
<b>Sam:</b> 😘😘😘
<b>Sam:</b> Ok I lied about season 2 of hijack being meh so far. Shits getting real
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
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<b>Sam:</b> https://www.instagram.com/sonic_driven/reel/DPFBO1uESY3/
Deybis Gayoso on Instagram: "Guess it’s not fast enough 🥲
#slow #slowassracecar #evo9 #evo #jdm #jdm🔰 #mitsubishi #mitsubishievo #evoix #evogram"
121K likes, 1,044 comments - sonic_driven on September 26, 2025: "Guess it’s not fast enough 🥲
#slow #slowassracecar #evo9 #evo #jdm #jdm🔰 #mitsubishi #mitsubishievo #evoix #evogram".
<b>Sam:</b> Hahahaha
<b>Dave:</b> What a bitch 😒
<b>Sam:</b> Dudeeeeee
<b>Sam:</b> Ha I meant to tell you today
<b>Sam:</b> Josh B spent like 10 min this morning telling us that he was stabbed in the wrist
<b>Sam:</b> Then when I was like omg, he LITERALLY goes Well you should have seen the other guy. He didn’t make it
<b>Dave:</b> Too bad he wasn’t stabbed in the tongue
<b>Sam:</b> LOLOLOL
<b>Sam:</b> like just who says this shit
<b>Sam:</b> To coworkers. That do not give a fuck
<b>Dave:</b> Haha right?!
<b>Dave:</b> Fucking JB
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> 😤
<b>Dave:</b> Ugh
<b>Dave:</b> Have I told you how badly I want to be inside you today? 🫠
<b>Sam:</b> This may have been alluded to 🥵
<b>Dave:</b> Oh that’s right! I sent you that voice memo
<b>Dave:</b> Pretty sure it was implied there 😋
<b>Sam:</b> One of my most favorite voice memos ever!!
<b>Dave:</b> I’m so glad you liked it! 😘
<b>Dave:</b> Oh hey! I checked out that vibrator and it looks pretty nice! How do you use it? It looked like there are a few ways
<b>Sam:</b> Which one?
<b>Dave:</b> Your main
<b>Sam:</b> There’s several different settings but I think I just use one. Maybe 2. I like it to just be a pretty steady constant buzz vs like the pulsing
<b>Sam:</b> Actually that’s not true. The setting I use is a constant but it does vary in pressure. Like a quick change up every second or so in high vs lower pressure
<b>Dave:</b> 🥵 that reminded me to look are your selfies just now
<b>Dave:</b> So sexy!
<b>Dave:</b> And the blushing one today is making me do that silly smile 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> If ppl walk by my office, they absolutely know that I’m talking dirty to someone. 😂 Like my face does not hide my emotions
<b>Sam:</b> I’m literally sitting just a few feet away from Christian on the couch and also doing the smile 🤫
<b>Dave:</b> Juliet’s at a drug rep dinner so I don’t have to worry about it ☺️☺️☺️
<b>Sam:</b> If ppl walk by my office, they absolutely know that I’m talking dirty to someone. 😂 Like my face does not hide my emotions
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<b>Dave:</b> That’s awesome
<b>Sam:</b> Sigh
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
Mine doesn’t even say snow showers on Sunday anymore
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 22, 2026 8:53:26 PM Ooooh yeah… Saturday chances have gone down to w
Ooooh yeah… Saturday chances have gone down too
<b>Dave:</b> I’m looking at ft worth though
<b>Dave:</b> 🤞😅
<b>Sam:</b> 🫠
<b>Dave:</b> 🤌😏
<b>Sam:</b> This might ACTUALLY happen!!!
<b>Sam:</b> I like think I’ll be in denial until I physically see you lol
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<b>Dave:</b> Totally
<b>Dave:</b> I’m still trying not to get my hopes toooo up
<b>Sam:</b> I knowwwwwww ugh
<b>Dave:</b> I love your lips 🫠
<b>Sam:</b> Which ones?
<b>Sam:</b> 😉
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe
<b>Dave:</b> Obviously both sets, but I was referring to the ones in your mouth this time 😘😘😘
<b>Dave:</b> I was just looking at your photos again 🥰
<b>Sam:</b> Awww
<b>Dave:</b> How’s your night going?
<b>Sam:</b> I’m watching a who the fuck did I marry episode and I’m 🤯
<b>Dave:</b> I’m about to hit the sack 🥱
<b>Dave:</b> They’re so crazy
<b>Sam:</b> Absolutely terrifying to be honest
<b>Sam:</b> Yea I’m going too after this episode
<b>Sam:</b> Absolutely terrifying to be honest
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<b>Dave:</b> Goodnight love 💕😘
<b>Sam:</b> Good night baby. I hope you sleep well!
<b>Dave:</b> You too!
<b>Dave:</b> I love you ❤️
<b>Sam:</b> I love you too
<b>Sam:</b> What a day ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Dave:</b> Lots of those lately
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<b>Sam:</b> 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.
❤️
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<b>Sam:</b> 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.
These are spot on. ❤️
<b>Sam:</b> 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.
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<b>Sam:</b> This