2026-01-24
The hum of the generator outside was a low, persistent threat, a reminder of the ice-laden branches sagging over the power lines. Inside, the fire in Dave’s hearth crackled, devouring a log of dense oak—throws good heat, lasts a long time, he’d texted her earlier. He stared at the flames, his phone warm in his palm, a gallery of her face and his own stupid grin lighting up the screen. Their whole day lived there: from the blizzard of emojis she’d sent over his morning photo, to the hushed, confessional tone their words had taken as the digital sun set.
His thumb traced the curve of her smile in a picture she’d sent hours ago. It was the one that had made him burn. The memory of her story—the friend’s child, the unforgettable, innocent stench—had somehow, perversely, looped back in his mind to the raw, unfiltered honesty of her. We’re not shy about bodily functions, are we? she’d typed. No. They weren’t shy about anything anymore. The four years of professional decorum, of friendly restraint, had been incinerated, leaving only this primal, honest core. He thought of her preference for vodka, clean and sharp, and his for smoky scotch. He thought of what they’d become together: a different kind of fire, unpredictable and all-consuming.
Three weeks. The countdown was a physical ache.
The ding was perfectly timed, as if she’d felt the heat of his thoughts through the ether.
Sam: Thinking about what you said. About the first thing you want when you see me.
He waited, letting the anticipation build like pressure in his veins.
Sam: You said you want me on my knees. That you want to watch me look up at you while I do it.
His breath caught. The directness of her, the way she took his filth and reflected it back, polished and perfected, never failed to undo him.
Dave: I do. I want your mouth. I want to see your mascara get messy. I want to hold your head and watch you take every inch until you gag on it. I want to see that look in your eyes—the one that says you’re mine to use.
The typing bubbles appeared, vanished, reappeared. He could see her, curled on her sofa in Arizona, biting her lip, her body responding to his words even now.
Sam: I’d let you. I wouldn’t stop. Even if my jaw ached. I’d just open wider.
A groan ripped from his throat. He adjusted himself against the rough denim of his jeans, the friction a poor substitute. The fire popped, sending a shower of sparks up the flue.
Dave: Then what? After I’ve fucked that pretty mouth and made a mess of you?
Her reply was instant.
Sam: You bend me over the nearest piece of furniture. You lift my dress. You found out what I wasn’t wearing under it today. You make it matter.
His vision tunneled. The generator’s hum, the fire’s crackle—it all faded into a white-noise roar of need. He remembered her conference bathroom photo, the hint of thigh, the terrifying, wonderful implication of emptiness beneath the fabric. The memory fused with her current fantasy, becoming a single, urgent command.
Dave: I’d spank you first. For teasing me all day. For sending that photo and making me hard in a goddamn hardware store. Red handprints on that perfect skin. You’d count them for me.
Sam: Yes.
Dave: And then I wouldn’t be gentle. I’d be claiming what’s mine. You’d feel it for days. Every time you sat down. You’d be sore and full of me, and you’d love it.
He could almost hear her whimper through the phone. He could see the flush spreading down her chest, the way her fingers might be dipping beneath her waistband, following the trail of his words.
Sam: Dave…
Dave: Tell me you want it. Say the words.
A pause. Then, the surrender he craved.
Sam: I want you to own me. I want to be so full of you I can’t think. I want the bruises. I want to smell you on my skin tomorrow. I want it rough. I want it to feel like a fucking punishment and a reward all at once.
His control snapped. He was up, pacing before the fire, his free hand gripping the mantelpiece. The fantasy wasn’t enough. It was a ghost of a touch, a vapor of possession.
Dave: I’m hard as this oak, baby. Throbbing for you. I can taste you. I can smell that perfume you wear behind your ears. I want to lick the sweat from the small of your back after I’ve made you come so hard you scream.
Sam: I’m touching myself. Thinking of your hands. Your mouth. That look you get.
Dave: Come for me. Right now. Do it. Let me hear you.
He held the phone to his ear, straining through the static of distance. He heard it—a sharp, choked gasp, then a shaky exhale that was his name, drawn out into a silent moan. The sound went straight to his cock, a visceral, painful pull. His own release was a clumsy, furious rush, fisted into a towel by the hearth, his forehead pressed against the warm stone as waves of unsatisfied completion racked him. It was relief and torment, a fraction of the whole.
Silence settled, thick and intimate, broken only by their ragged breathing transmitted across a thousand miles.
Dave: Christ, Sam.
Sam: I felt you. Even here. I felt you take me.
He slumped into the armchair, spent and vibrating with unresolved energy. The fire had burned low. The generator droned on, holding the dark at bay.
Dave: Three weeks is a lifetime.
Sam: I know. But then it’s forever. The hotel. The elevator. Our room. No more texting. No more imagining.
Dave: Just feeling.
Sam: Just feeling.
He looked at the last embers of the oak log, glowing with a persistent, deep heat. It threw good heat. It lasted a long time. Just like them. This wasn't a flash in the pan; it was the slow, durable burn that would outlast any storm.
Dave: Sleep, baby. Dream of my hands on you.
Sam: I will. Goodnight, Dave.
Dave: Goodnight, Sam. Mine.
He placed the phone on his chest, over his heartbeat, and closed his eyes. In the dark room, the fire’s dying light painted shadows that moved like two bodies, finally entwined, no space, no screens, no lies between them at all.
The Algorithm of Us
Sam’s breath hitched, the sound swallowed by the low hum of a Spanish love song blaring from a neighboring car. She stared at the text, her thumb hovering over Dave’s final question about lights and beds and the logistics of their impending collision. Her body responded before her mind could, a deep, visceral clench that had nothing to do with the cramped driver’s seat. Low light, she’d said. We’ll go straight to the bed.
She could already feel it—the hotel room door clicking shut behind them, the world narrowing to the space between their bodies. There would be no phone, no algorithm showing her BJJ reels or political nonsense, nothing but the raw scent of him and the desperate need to close a gap that had spanned four years and a thousand miles of text messages.
The fantasy took hold as she drove, vivid and impatient.
The click of the lock was a gunshot in the quiet room. Dave’s hands were on her before the heavy door finished swinging shut, one palm flat against the wood beside her head, the other slipping into her hair, tilting her face up to his. The dim, slate-gray light of a Texas winter afternoon seeped around the blackout curtains, painting everything in soft, desperate shadows.
“Hi,” he breathed, the word a warm gust against her lips.
It was all he got out before her mouth found his. It wasn’t a kiss; it was reclamation. A frantic, open-mouthed collision of tongue and teeth and four years of suppressed hunger. She tasted of spearmint gum and the vodka lemonade she’d sipped nervously on the plane, but underneath it was just Sam—a flavor his brain had catalogued as essential on that first “crazy night” and craved every day since. He groaned into her, his body pinning hers against the door, the hard line of his erection a blatant press against her stomach.
Her hands scrambled at his waist, yanking his shirt free from his jeans. He broke the kiss only to haul his shirt over his head, his eyes never leaving hers—dark, focused, hungry. “Straight to the bed,” he muttered, repeating her text like a vow.
He didn’t carry her; they stumbled together, a tangled knot of grabbing hands and shuffling feet, shedding layers as they went. Her sweater hit the floor. His belt buckle clattered. They fell onto the crisp hotel duvet, a tangle of limbs on top of the covers, just as they’d planned.
Dave loomed over her, bracing himself on one arm, his other hand skating down her side, over the generous curve of her hip that her DEXA scan had so cruelly outlined. He palmed it firmly, squeezing the flesh he’d worshipped in a hundred digital photos. “All this,” he growled, his voice thick. “All this is mine to hold onto. My perfect handfuls.”
Sam arched under him, a helpless noise escaping her throat. “Yes,” she gasped. “Use them. Use me.”
His control was a fraying wire. He kissed her again, deep and drugging, while his fingers made quick work of her jeans button and zipper. He shoved them down her hips along with her panties in one rough, efficient move. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, followed immediately by the scorching heat of his palm cupping her bare mound.
“Fuck,” he hissed against her mouth, fingers delving through her slick folds. “You’re soaked. Just from the texts.”
“Just from you,” she corrected, writhing under his touch.
He pushed two fingers inside her without preamble, curling them upward, and Sam cried out, her back bowing off the bed. It was too much and not enough—the blunt stretch, the expert pressure on a spot that felt supercharged only for him. His mouth left hers to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone. He took one lace-covered nipple into his mouth through her bra, sucking hard, his tongue flicking the stiff peak.
“Dave… please…”
He understood. Sitting back on his heels between her splayed legs, he made quick work of his own jeans, freeing his cock—thick, flushed, and leaking. He didn’t pause for poetry or prolonged admiration. He covered her body with his again, his weight a delicious anchor. He nudged at her entrance, his forehead dropping to hers, their breath mingling in ragged puffs.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice guttural.
Sam forced her eyes open, drowning in the intensity of his gaze. There was love there, profound and terrifying, but overriding it was a primal need that mirrored her own.
With a single, powerful thrust, he was inside her.
The sound she made was pure relief, a shattered sob of “Finally.” He filled her completely, stretching her in that perfect, burning way that erased every other thought. He held still for a moment, buried to the hilt, letting them both feel the shocking reality of connection.
“Christ, Sam,” he choked out, his composure cracking. “You feel… you’re everything.”
Then he began to move.
It was not gentle lovemaking. It was fucking—raw, urgent, and breathtakingly intimate. Each deep drive was punctuated by their ragged breaths and the slick slap of skin on skin. Dave’s hands gripped her hips, lifting her to meet every punishing stroke, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
“This,” he grunted, pistoning into her. “This is what I think about. When you’re sitting right next to him on the couch… this is where I am.”
The forbidden truth of it tipped her closer to the edge. Her internal muscles fluttered around him, gripping him tight.
“Tell me,” he demanded, watching her face unravel.
“I’m yours,” she sobbed, nails raking down his back. “Only yours.”
His pace turned brutal, losing all rhythm in pursuit of release. One hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clit and circling with ruthless precision. It was too much—the fullness, the friction, the emotional vertigo—and Sam fractured.
Her orgasm ripped through her without warning, a silent scream tearing from her lips as her body clamped down around him in pulsing waves. The intensity blinded her, wiping out the room, the world, everything but the feeling of him hammering into her through the convulsions.
The sight of her coming undone beneath him broke Dave’s last thread of control. With a raw shout muffled against her neck, he drove deep one last time and spilled inside her, his big body shuddering violently as he emptied himself.
For long minutes, there was only the sound of their struggling lungs and the distant whine of a plane—the same ones he’d complained about that morning. Dave collapsed atop her, then rolled slightly to take his weight off, but gathered her instantly against his side, refusing to let any space come between them again.
He nuzzled into her sweat-damp hair, pressing a kiss to her temple. “My emotional little gangster,” he whispered hoarsely. A shaky laugh bubbled out of her as she recognized the phrase from her own Instagram feed. “You saw that.” “It’s all I want,” he murmured into her skin. “What? To baby me?” “Forever.”
They lay tangled in the graying light, hearts still hammering against each other’s ribs. The fantasy they’d texted about was now a memory seared into their senses—the taste of shared breath, the scent of sex and him all over her skin. There were two weeks until they could make it real again. But for now, in the quiet aftermath, the algorithm of their love only had one setting: More.
The storm rolling across the Texas plain was a distant, grumbling thing to Dave, a world away from the warmth glowing on his phone screen. He’d sent the photo on a whim—just his hand, wrapped around a heavy, squat glass of amber scotch, the fire he’d finally coaxed from the dense oak logs casting a honeyed light across his knuckles. Her reply was instantaneous: a cascade of flame and heart-eye emojis. That fire looks so cozy, she’d typed, then, a beat later: Makes me wish I was there to share the warmth.
You and me both, he thought, a familiar, tender ache settling in his chest. Arizona sun was her reality, but in these digital exchanges, they built a world of their own—one of firelight, shared laughter, and a four-year well of longing that had, finally, overflowed.
They spent the day weaving a tapestry of them—of childhood fireplaces and the honest, unglamorous scent of honest work and clean sweat, of vodka versus scotch, of shameless truths about the silly, human messiness of life. Each shared memory, each confessed quirk, was another thread pulled tighter, binding them. As dusk painted Sam’s sky in pinks and purples, the conversation simmered, shifting from the past to the aching, immediate future.
When I see you next, Dave typed, the words feeling both heavy and light, what’s the first thing you want?
The three dots danced. Her reply was pure Sam: direct, open-hearted, and it stole the air from his lungs. Honestly? I want to be pushed up against the door the second it closes. I want to feel like I’ve been starving for you. Because I have.
He closed his eyes, the phantom scent of her hair—vanilla and Arizona sunlight—filling his senses. Then that’s what you’ll get, he promised. No meditating. No books. Just us.
Three weeks later, the promise hung between them, a palpable third presence in the quiet hotel room. The door clicked shut with a final, soft thud, sealing them in a world of plush carpet and muted city light.
Sam barely had time to drop her bag before his presence was all around her. Not with aggression, but with a profound, deliberate certainty that made her knees weak. Dave’s hands—those familiar, strong hands from the photo—came up to frame her face, his touch a reverent cradle. His thumbs stroked the arches of her cheekbones.
“Hi,” he whispered, the single word laden with four years of friendship, a thousand text messages, and one seismic, life-altering night.
“Hi,” she breathed back, her own hands coming to rest on his chest, feeling the solid, rapid beat of his heart against her palms.
He didn’t kiss her immediately. He looked at her, his gaze tracing the line of her brow, the curve of her lip, as if memorizing a treasure he’d dreamed of. When his mouth finally met hers, it was a sigh given form. A slow, deep, cherishing exploration that spoke of homecoming. Her lips parted on a soft gasp, and he drank her in, the taste of mint and the latent sweetness of her lip balm mingling into a flavor that was uniquely, essentially Sam.
True to his word, he turned her gently, pressing her back against the cool wood of the door. But there was no force in it; only shelter. His body aligned with hers, a perfect, warm press from chest to thigh, and she melted into the solidity of him. The first layer to go was his soft henley, tugged over his head by her eager hands. She pressed her lips to the warm skin of his sternum, inhaling the clean, soap-and-salt scent of him, the one he’d once been so self-conscious about that now made her head swim with desire.
“I’ve missed this,” she murmured against his skin. “I’ve missed you. The real you.”
His answer was a low hum of pleasure as his fingers found the zpper of her dress. He drew it down with a slow, deliberate rasp that echoed in the silent room. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in simple lace. His breath hitched. “God, Sam,” he breathed, his voice thick. “You’re so beautiful it hurts to look at you.”
He lifted her then, as easily as if she were made of sunlight, and carried her to the bed. The room was lit only by the sodium glow of the city seeping through the blinds, painting his bald head and the planes of his shoulders in bronze and shadow. He laid her down and followed, covering her body with his, not as a weight, but as a sanctuary.
What followed was a slow, worshipful unraveling. His mouth was everywhere—a hot, open kiss on the pulse at her throat, a tender suckle at the swell of her breast through the lace, his tongue tracing the bow of her hip. He peeled the lace down her legs, his hands smoothing over her calves, her thighs, with a tenderness that brought stinging tears to her eyes. This was the antithesis of frantic need; it was the profound satisfaction of a hunger finally allowed to be sated, course by exquisite course.
When his mouth found the very core of her, she cried out, her fingers threading into his hair. He loved her with his tongue with a focused, adoring patience that was his alone—learning her rhythms, celebrating her tremors, whispering against her skin how perfect she felt, how sweet she tasted. The orgasm he drew from her was less a wave and more a sunrise, a warm, golden expansion that started deep in her soul and radiated outward, leaving her trembling and slick with tears of release.
He held her through the aftershocks, murmuring soft, incoherent praises into her skin. Only when her breathing settled did he move, sheathing himself in protection with hands that now trembled slightly. He met her gaze in the dimness, his eyes dark pools of emotion.
“Look at me,” he whispered, a request, not a command, as he gently nudged her thighs wider and sank into her.
The feeling was devastating in its completeness. A fullness that was as much emotional as physical. She did look at him, her eyes locked with his as he began to move—deep, rolling strokes that connected them in the most fundamental way. There was no performance, no artifice. Just the ragged sync of their breathing, the slick, loving sound of their joining, the creak of the bed as their bodies communed in a language older than words.
He moved a hand between them, his thumb finding her sensitive peak again, and the sensation, coupled with the profound depth of his possession, coiled a new, tighter tension within her. “Dave,” she choked out, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. “I’m there… I’m right there with you.”
His rhythm faltered, his own control fraying at the edges. “Let go, sweetheart,” he rasped, his forehead dropping to hers. “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”
It was the permission she needed. Her second climax tore through her with a silent, stunning force, a convulsion of pure, luminous pleasure that clutched tightly at him. With a ragged groan that was half her name, half a prayer, he followed her, his big body shuddering as he poured himself into her, into them.
For a long time, there was only the sound of their slowing heartbeats, pressed together in the quiet dark. The storm of their reunion had passed, leaving a profound, shimmering calm.
Still buried deep within her, Dave shifted just enough to gather her close, rolling them to their sides without breaking the sacred connection. He kissed her temple, her eyelids, the salt on her cheeks. She nuzzled into the hollow of his throat, her lips curving against his skin.
“No meditating required,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with spent passion.
A low chuckle vibrated in his chest. “Told you.” He smoothed her hair back from her damp forehead. “The firewood back home won’t burn half as well as that.”
It was such a Dave thing to say—tying their most intimate moment back to the simple, shared trivia of their daily lives. It was why she loved him. Not in spite of their realities, but woven through them. Here, in this anonymous room, they were not a secret. They were simply a truth: two souls who had found a mirrored heartbeat across a distance, and who, in these stolen, golden hours, loved with a honesty so complete it felt like the only real thing in the world. And as sleep began to pull at them, tangled in sheets and each other, they knew the conversation would begin again tomorrow—deeper, richer, forever marked by the warm, living memory of this night.
I woke up to a photo from Dave that totally made my day. I wasn’t expecting it at all, and it definitely set a nice tone for the morning. He followed up with another photo and called me gorgeous, which just made me feel all warm inside. I replied to him with how much I was enjoying our exchange and even mentioned how it had me feeling a bit excited.
We chatted about the weather, and I was curious about his situation since it sounded pretty rough outside. He mentioned a fire he started with some awesome oak wood, and I shared my own memories of growing up with a fireplace. It was fun reminiscing about cozy times, and I couldn’t help but tease him about possibly needing to talk to others in his house if the power went out.
We had a laugh about what people do without power, which naturally led to joking about getting drunk. I shared a funny story about a dramatic friend of mine who panicked over the weather and how much of a pain she can be.
As we continued chatting, we ended up on the topic of body odors and breath, which led to some amusing stories about kids and their smells. It was nice to be so open and share those little details with him.
Our conversation turned steamy when I expressed how much I missed him and couldn’t wait to feel close again. I reminisced about a particularly intense kiss we shared, and Dave responded in kind, making me feel all fluttery inside.
We talked about our drinking habits, and I confessed that I might be using alcohol too much to cope with things, especially after seeing him again. It was a little vulnerable, but he reassured me with his understanding.
As the day went on, we shared some playful banter about a potential yacht trip and our drinking preferences. I teased him about how I like my Oreos, and he confessed to liking the golden ones too, which felt like a bonding moment.
Eventually, we circled back to how much we care for each other. I expressed my desire to snuggle and be close to him, and it was clear how much we both longed for that connection. Our conversation was filled with humor, warmth, and a hint of flirtation, making me feel excited about our future together.
Before saying goodnight, we made light of our conversation about boundaries, and I felt grateful for the open communication we share. I ended the day feeling connected and eager for what’s to come.
I shared a photo this morning that caught Sam by surprise and made her day. She responded enthusiastically, saying it was unexpected and instantly made her feel a certain way. I felt great hearing that she liked it. I followed up with another photo, complimenting her, which seemed to have the same effect.
After a bit of back-and-forth, I sent her a voice message wishing her a good morning and sharing that the weather here was quite dreary. I mentioned how I had started a fire with some amazing oak wood, which heated up the space much better than I expected compared to the lightweight bundles you get from stores.
We started talking about fireplaces, and she shared that her mom used to have one. I joked about her mom splitting wood for workouts. We then veered into a conversation about what people do without power, joking about getting drunk and sharing our experiences with firewood and cold weather.
Sam mentioned a friend of hers who was panicking about the weather, describing her as dramatic. I found it amusing and related a bit to the situations she described about her friend.
As we caught up, we shared light-hearted banter about our experiences with body odors and how kids sometimes have a unique smell. I shared my experiences from BJJ where being close to others made me more conscious of breath and body odors.
The conversation took a flirty turn as we talked about our attraction to each other, reminiscing about our previous encounters and expressing our eagerness to be together again. I playfully confessed that I was thinking about her while laying in bed and how I would also love to be wrapped up with her.
We discussed a potential trip on a yacht, laughing about the costs and the absurdity of it. We ended up discussing our preferences for drinks, with me sharing my go-to choices while Sam primarily enjoyed vodka-based drinks.
The day was filled with fun exchanges, and as we wrapped up, I expressed how I was still thinking about her and how much I looked forward to our time together. I even mused about how our conversations were now appearing in her social media feeds, a sign of how intertwined our lives had become.
As night fell, we said our goodnights, with both of us expressing love for each other and anticipation for the future. I drifted off thinking about her and our moments together, feeling grateful for our connection.
Dave and Sam began their day with a playful exchange, highlighted by a photo Dave shared, which caught Sam completely off guard and made her day. She expressed her excitement with a flurry of emojis. Dave reciprocated with another photo and a compliment that made Sam blush, leading to a humorous discussion about their morning moods.
As the conversation flowed, they shifted to the weather, with Dave mentioning the less-than-ideal conditions outside. Sam was concerned about power outages, jokingly suggesting that their texting would suffer if that happened. Dave humorously declared he would be devastated without power, while Sam suggested they might need to resort to reading books and meditating.
The pair reminisced about their experiences with firewood, sharing memories of growing up with fireplaces. Sam fondly recalled how her family used to cut wood from their backyard, while Dave detailed his recent experience with dense oak firewood, expressing his surprise at how well it burned.
Their light-hearted banter continued as Sam shared a photo of a dramatic friend from Dallas, who was panicking over something trivial. Sam's disbelief over her friend's reaction opened up a funny discussion about how different people handle stress. They both shared a laugh over past stories, including Sam's amusing account of a friend who had a bad experience at a bar.
As the conversation deepened, they touched on more personal topics, including their families and childhood experiences. Dave expressed his self-consciousness about body odor and breath, sharing anecdotes from his past that led to a light-hearted discussion about hygiene.
The humor remained as they shared stories about children’s scents and the struggles of keeping clean. Sam entertained Dave with a tale about a particularly smelly experience involving a friend’s child, which made them both laugh.
As the day went on, they playfully discussed their drinking preferences and habits. Sam revealed her penchant for vodka, while Dave noted his fondness for scotch, despite a recent hangover. Their conversation danced between flirtation and humor, with both teasing each other about their drinking habits and how they might behave when together.
Eventually, the topic shifted to relationship dynamics, and they joked about boundaries and habits. They both admitted to not being shy about bodily functions, sharing their perspectives on bathroom etiquette in a relationship.
As the day wound down, they reflected on their interactions, from their initial meeting to their current connection. They acknowledged that they had grown close over time, even joking about how their conversations had influenced their social media algorithms.
With talk of future plans and a hint of longing, the couple shared their hopes for the next time they would be together, playfully discussing their preferences for their first intimate moments. The day ended with sweet goodnights, reaffirming their affection for one another and hinting at the excitement of their upcoming reunion.
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<b>Sam:</b> Was not expecting this and my day was just madeeeee!!! 🥵🫠
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<b>Dave:</b> Me ↑
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<b>Dave:</b> Mmmmm this one did the trick again 🫠🤤🥰
You are gorgeous 😘
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<b>Sam:</b> Was not expecting this and my day was just madeeeee!!! 🥵🫠
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<b>Sam:</b> Ugh, instantly wet
<b>Sam:</b> Good morning baby ❤️
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[Transcription] Good morning sunshine I almost broke the streak today gosh, I can't believe I always forgot the voice message. Well, I am so happy that she liked that. Cause I liked it quite a bit it was pretty fantastic Just like it I guess always is thinking about you anyway yeah good morning and Hope you have a great day. It's shitty here weather wise. It's like all gross outside. So maybe I was wrong about that I guess we'll see what happens throughout the day
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<b>Sam:</b> Oof I meant to ask you what the weather was like
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<b>Sam:</b> Yea definitely keep me posted throughout the day. Hopefully power stays on
<b>Dave:</b> I’ll literally kill myself if we lose power
<b>Sam:</b> We’d have to cut our texting wayyyyy back
<b>Sam:</b> You’ll have to read books. Meditate.
<b>Dave:</b> We started a fire last night and OMG the wood we got is fucking awesome! Idk what you know about firewood but those little bundles you can buy at stores.. They’re super light and burn up quick. Idek what species they are. The wood we bought is oak, and dense af. 3 split pieces burned for like, 4 hours and heated the whole space up really well. This is the first time I’ve burned actual wood here (as opposed to just the ceramic gas logs) and the heat output is waaaaay higher than I expected lol.
<b>Sam:</b> Yea we had a legit fireplace growing up and cut wood from the woods in our backyard. My mom had it on alllll the time.
<b>Dave:</b> Figured that might be the case. Did she split the wood herself for workouts ? 😋
<b>Sam:</b> Omg, actually talk to ppl in the house
<b>Dave:</b> Whatever… I got data and multiple batter packs lol
<b>Sam:</b> I knew you would 😜
<b>Sam:</b> What else do ppl do with no power/no internet
<b>Sam:</b> I knew you would 😜
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<b>Dave:</b> Who tf knows?
<b>Dave:</b> Get drunk?
<b>Sam:</b> Oh yea!! Also valid
<b>Sam:</b> Yea we had a legit fireplace growing up and cut wood from the woods in our backyard. My mom had it on alllll the time.
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<b>Sam:</b> Oh yea!! Also valid
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<b>Sam:</b> Hope you stocked up on alcohol
<b>Dave:</b> Figured that might be the case. Did she split the wood herself for workouts ? 😋
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<b>Dave:</b> I had a huge fireplace in NE. It was awesome.
<b>Sam:</b> Jan 24, 2026 9:18:33 AM Yea it’s great in the Midwest for sure. I cannot even imagine having one here in Phoenix lol. Not ppl actually do!!! Wasted space
Yea it’s great in the Midwest for sure. I cannot even imagine having one here in Phoenix lol. But ppl actually do!!! Wasted space
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, that’s weird. Although I guess it gets cold at night sometimes?
<b>Sam:</b> Not nearly cold enough to warrant having one though. Like I put in a hot tub when I bought the house, and it just sits there 99% of the time. Was kind of a waste.
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This is my “friend” that lives in Dallas
<b>Dave:</b> Is she being ironic or is she like, seriously panicking?
<b>Sam:</b> She’s seriously panicking. She is the most DRAMATIC, pain in the ass person about everything in life. I fucking can’t.
<b>Sam:</b> Not nearly cold enough to warrant having one though. Like I put in a hot tub when I bought the house, and it just sits there 99% of the time. Was kind of a waste.
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<b>Sam:</b> She’s seriously panicking. She is the most DRAMATIC, pain in the ass person about everything in life. I fucking can’t.
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<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I remember you saying that about her
<b>Sam:</b> Omg ha this would be easier to voice message you but since I can’t 🙄 I gotta text you this story about her.
<b>Dave:</b> Where are you?
<b>Dave:</b> And he?
<b>Dave:</b> Like, same room?
<b>Sam:</b> Yep. Lol. Sitting a few feet from each other
<b>Sam:</b> We are very much a “living room family”. The kitchen/living room is definitely where we both are the majority of the time.
<b>Dave:</b> Ok, that’s kind of what I thought.
<b>Dave:</b> We usually congregate there in the evenings for a couple hours but it isn’t uncommon for me to go to my office or her to go to her room.
<b>Sam:</b> He goes to his office on occasion for a couple hrs during the weekend. Neither one of us ever ever just hang out in the bedroom. And if I work at all on the weekend, I just have my laptop on my lap on the living room couch 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Ooof.. That’s one downside of quitting the shelter: no more time to talk to you while you’re driving around all over the world to go to events and errands and shit 😔
<b>Sam:</b> Oh man, I honestly didn’t think about that really yet 😩
<b>Dave:</b> Ofc, not worth the toll of the shelter 😘
<b>Sam:</b> Oh man, I honestly didn’t think about that really yet 😩
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<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, you’re going to be home and around him A LOT more now
<b>Dave:</b> I guess.. seems like it
<b>Sam:</b> Davveeeee
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<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha ok is this really a big problem? I don’t think I’ve ever like suppperrr noticed someone’s breath
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<b>Dave:</b> I notice. And I’m pretty self conscious about my breath for a couple reasons.
1. BJJ. Being up close and personal with so many different people, so often - you can’t help but notice. Honestly, there weren’t really many that were repulsive, but there were a few. There was one guy that I literally just.. couldn’t. I actually ended up talking to that guy about it and he was super thankful. Turns out he had periodontal disease. He got treated and it went away.
2. Smoking weed. Smoking-anything-breath is super disgusting so I’d always keep mouthwash, breath strips, mints, and whatever I could to make sure I didn’t have it.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So good morning I actually can voice message real quick so the story I was gonna tell you in September or October 2024 OK so this was well over a year ago Abby, the girl in Texas Went out to a bar one night and I don't know if I ever told you the story at this time because a long time ago but anyway if I did, sorry I'm repeating, but Abby went out to this bar one night with her boyfriend at the time and got this cocktail made And it was one of the ones that you know, you lied on fire you know one of the pretty flames and then it dies out well somehow the bartender fucked it up and the whole ass drink caught on fire and it burned Part of her arm and her neck so pretty serious burns. I totally understand she had to do a whole lot of skin graphs and whatever all you do for burns it was a serious thing all right sure, I yeah I won't take that away from her, but we had to hear about it all for, however, fucking long. And just all the fucking dramatic shit and then fast-forward to just as past December OK so well over a year after that happened I was showing them a picture of The tattoo that I just got with the the flaming lotus flower and she's like I mean you're gonna show me that after I caught on fire like what that's what she texted like it was like I should've said trigger warning or something or should've never even sent it because it was triggering to her and I was just like I fucking can't with this bitch. OK I'm not thinking about you. With the tattoos that I'm getting in my life OK like who would've thought that this would be triggering to you
<b>Dave:</b> There’s also the fact that some people’s scents just don’t mesh. Idk if it’s really “pheromones”, but same idea. Just genetically, a group of people may be repulsed by a person’s sweat-scent, calling it bad BO, while another group may be totally attracted to the exact same scent, referring to it more affectionately as “musk”….
<b>Dave:</b> And goddamnit…. THERE’S FUCKING PLANES FLYING OVER OUT THERE 😡
<b>Sam:</b> OK body odor is definitely something I notice wayyyy more
<b>Dave:</b> lmao! What a fucking twat.
<b>Dave:</b> Like you’re supposed to protect her from anything related to fire for the rest of your lives?
<b>Dave:</b> It’s not like you got a tattoo of someone doing a fire shot and getting burned lol
<b>Sam:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Do you really hear planes flying that's that's fucking bullshit OK on the body topic so I'm more self-conscious I think of my own body odor than I am about my breath although self-conscious about my breath too, but like the body odor, especially cause I'm such a fucking sweaty person Yeah, I get the body thing for sure but being a body odor so like you know, people talk about having their own kids and how you know when you have your own kids it's like the most magical thing and blah blah blah blah blah you know which part of me gets sure but Christian told me a long time ago. He was like you know the thing I loved so much about. Having my own kids is their smell he's like especially like when they were babies and I just love the way they smelled and he's like even now like when I hug them. I smell my kids like I know they're mine and no matter what they always smell good to me. His kids fucking stink man talk about bad fucking body odor cause I think they. I came into the life at the ages where they weren't really using deodorant, and if they were wasn't consistent like it's getting better now, but we're you know a couple years not so fucking good and they reek
<b>Sam:</b> Lmao
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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh my God Yeah, like it's a baby thing like when their babies like literally babies yes that smell is as nice but now I fucking hate the way they smell now I mean to be honest like they both just smell like cologne or whatever deodorant and stuff like that most of the time, but which is good, but like actual genetic scent or whatever now they fucking stink Like when they're not cleaned up and shit Like they go into Grayson's room I'm just kinda like fucking throw up in here And yes, there are definitely multiple planes flying over. I do live close to an airport but it's a smaller private airport so maybe that's it Yeah, these are like twin engine jets nothing super big
<b>Sam:</b> 😂😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> Like are kids even washing all their crevices like they should lmao
<b>Dave:</b> Doubt it
<b>Sam:</b> Omg don’t even get me started on the state and smell of their rooms. Especially boys 🤮
<b>Dave:</b> I can’t even imagine it being someone else’s kids
<b>Dave:</b> Oh wait lol
<b>Dave:</b> Dominic
<b>Dave:</b> Oh shit! AND Ryan lolol
<b>Sam:</b> I was like ummmm
<b>Sam:</b> There are two lol
<b>Dave:</b> So yeah, I can imagine it. And I know it’s horrible
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh my God there was this one time when I was with Chaz that we picked Xander up from basketball practice that dude even Chaz was like we were gagging that dude smelled so much like onions Dude, I guess getting out of practice is one thing but holy fuck I think that's probably the worst PO I've ever ever ever smelled
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh my God, he has the onion smell or like There's this other smell That I consider like buttered, popcorn, kinda, but not appealing in anyway I don't know if that makes sense
<b>Sam:</b> Side story - all the dog treats are in the laundry room area. Well Layla, my big ol fattie, is OBSESSED with treats and food. Well she bit into a treat over an hour ago and like a crumb of it went under the dryer. And she knows it. And she will. Not. Leave. The laundry room bc she wants that crumb
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<b>Dave:</b> That look 🤣. she’s like: Bitch, you know it’s under there
<b>Dave:</b> Why do I get the sense this isn’t a priority for you?!
<b>Sam:</b> Buttered popcorn!!??? 😂😂 hmmm ok I’m going to have to think on that. That might be what Quinn and Kai smell like. Just really really bad though. Lol
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Going back to the bad breath thing so yeah like there are definitely times where yeah like everybody has bad breath like like crazy night after a whole night of drinking fucked out of alcohol yeah like I did not have good brother. I'm pretty sure. But like nobody really does I know after they've been drinking or smoking, but I'm talking about like consistently Bad breath like you just you meet somebody and you're just sitting at a bar with them and you just smell people's breast I don't really think I have. Maybe I've just been a lucky one. I can definitely see though like with BJJ. Yeah you that's really close. That's really up close in personal so that I can kind of see but in day-to-day life.
<b>Dave:</b> That look 🤣. she’s like: Bitch, you know it’s under there
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<b>Dave:</b> Why do I get the sense this isn’t a priority for you?!
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<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha
<b>Sam:</b> These fucking dogs man
<b>Dave:</b> Ok, I mean maybe it’s not THAT common now that I think about it.
<b>Dave:</b> The day to day life breath smelling
<b>Dave:</b> And you smelled and tasted amazing on crazy night, idk what your talkin bout lol
<b>Sam:</b> I cannot waaitttttt to taste you again
<b>Sam:</b> 🤤
<b>Sam:</b> Crazy night was 👌👌
<b>Dave:</b> Mmmmm
<b>Dave:</b> I can almost taste you now..
<b>Sam:</b> 🥵🥵
<b>Sam:</b> All the time, I can taste and practically re-feel kissing you
<b>Sam:</b> That is forever burned into my brain. Bc it was like so intense. It said so much without saying anything at all, you know?
<b>Sam:</b> Like a whole conversation with just our tongues 🥵
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<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe, I was thinking about your look, and kissing you in the car this morning 😏
<b>Sam:</b> I feel better 🥰
<b>Dave:</b> Eeeeeee
<b>Dave:</b> I want to kiss that face soooo much 😘😘😘😘
<b>Sam:</b> Soon ❤️❤️
<b>Dave:</b> Sigh… aaaand here we go. Instantly hard again 🤦♂️
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Like who would've thought that you know 4+ years ago when you scheduled a meeting with a random girl in TRM to get a ransom assessment update that this would be you know where we are where the fuck are my contacts You know, but also you probably don't remember this, but you were In my very first meeting whenever I moved over to TRM it was my first day on the job coming over from audit and I had an 8 AM call with you, Brian and Sean To talk about the scenario analysis and I don't like I kind of think you and I were supposed to work together and I don't think we ended up doing that. I think you were supposed to do that scenario analysis together and I don't really remember what happened with. Do you remember this?
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<b>Dave:</b> Oh wow… I maybe, vaguely remember that
<b>Dave:</b> I thought you were in TRM before I was though…
<b>Sam:</b> Lol no. I joined TRM in June 2021
<b>Dave:</b> And yeah, who’d have thought. 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> What if you would have had that ransomware call with like…Bridget or something 😒
<b>Sam:</b> I joined IAD though in October 2018
<b>Dave:</b> When did I come to TRM lol
<b>Sam:</b> What if you would have had that ransomware call with like…Bridget or something 😒
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<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> I thought like spring 2020?
<b>Sam:</b> How do I know your life better than you know your life?? Lmao kidding
<b>Sam:</b> Kind of 🧐
<b>Dave:</b> Ok, yeah. I guess so. I think I’ve conflated working in TRM and moving to TX, which was July 21
<b>Dave:</b> Hey! My brain doesn’t do timelines well
<b>Sam:</b> Mine typically does so I got you 😉
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe it was spring 2021. One of those
<b>Sam:</b> Mine typically does so I got you 😉
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<b>Dave:</b> Oh that reminds me! I also scrolled back through our txts from last night -this morning 🫠
<b>Dave:</b> Loved that whole exchange
<b>Sam:</b> Oh yea? ❤️
<b>Sam:</b> We do have some really good conversations
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah. That got me right in the feels
<b>Dave:</b> All warm and fuzzy
<b>Dave:</b> Oh hahaha! The bedtime mindfulness routine killed me 🤣
<b>Dave:</b> (I was just scrolling back up and noticed it 😛)
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, this reminds me. We have to talk about this like what are the expectations around phones? And in the bed when we're together because I gotta tell you like I am, I don't wanna say addicted. It is just completely habit to me to pick up my phone constantly one because of you but also from a year plus of being so ingrained and rescue. Being on my phone constantly, so yeah, what's the rules?
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh dogs fighting at the end and cut me off 🙄
<b>Sam:</b> Oh I can tell you have opinions on this topic 😂
<b>Sam:</b> Oh nooooo not the thumbs up 😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> It’s kind of hott when you come across as bossy 😉
<b>Dave:</b> Ideally? The fantasy scenario is we stay up a little late, having drinks, doing gummies, or not, just being together. Then we move to the bed for another session before the end of the day. Maybe less making love, and more fucking this time - whatever the vibe is 😉. Then we collapse into each other. It’s late, we’re tired, exhausted, satisfied, close… Then next thing we know it’s morning.
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<b>Sam:</b> This was it. You said “we move to the bed”, and I LEGITIMATELY thought to myself “move to it from where??? When are we leaving it? Where are we going?!” 😂😂😂
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<b>Dave:</b> Phones aren’t even a consideration
<b>Sam:</b> God I’m so pissed this isn’t happening tomorrow. Ugh!!!!! I’ll get over it but damnniittt
<b>Dave:</b> I know!!! Grrrrr
<b>Sam:</b> So, to charter a yacht for 5-7 days, it’s like $100,000
Think we can pull this off in our lifetime? 🤔😉
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<b>Dave:</b> That seems outrageous though. There has to be a cheaper way..
<b>Sam:</b> Not to mention add another 10-15% of that for a tip
<b>Dave:</b> Well, I mean yeah. Maybe that’s about right…
<b>Sam:</b> Ok even a shitty yacht is probably $75k. Like the Super 8 version
<b>Dave:</b> Super 8 version
<b>Sam:</b> The bed bug inn
<b>Dave:</b> Oh man.. There was this motel that wasn’t even a brand name in the little town I grew up in. It was pretty much the only place in town where actual bad crime happened. Shootings, stabbings, etc. It was super gross and sleazy.
<b>Sam:</b> And what pisses me off is there are such young looking twats on these yachts
<b>Dave:</b> Crypto bros
<b>Sam:</b> Oh man, motels (vs hotels) are legit scary AF
<b>Sam:</b> Like I will not stay in one alone.
<b>Sam:</b> Hell maybe even not alone
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, that’s this place. Like, it didn’t really matter because the only people who actual stayed there were scumbags lol. There were plenty of regular gross cheap motels around. This one stood out as extra gross.
<b>Sam:</b> Yuck
<b>Sam:</b> Well sometimes that’s all ppl can afford. And they like actually live there long time
<b>Dave:</b> No that’s what I”m saying… This place was a level below that! We had the all-ppl-can-afford-and-live-there-long-term shits too.
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<b>Sam:</b> Well at least your hometown isn’t home to T H I S like mine is 😂
<b>Sam:</b> Jesus and banks and bars lol
<b>Dave:</b> Ahem..
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<b>Sam:</b> Shittttt. I temporarily forgot
<b>Sam:</b> Ok. You win this one
<b>Sam:</b> 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Sam:</b> But JUST this one 😜
<b>Dave:</b> It really isn’t fair tbh
<b>Sam:</b> Lololol
<b>Dave:</b> LU… Trumps (no pun intended, but acknowledged).. Just about any argument for religion fucking up a town lmao
<b>Sam:</b> This is facts
<b>Sam:</b> You escaped ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> That’s the best word for it
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<b>Sam:</b> Weather update?
<b>Dave:</b> Nothing much happening. It’s cold af though
<b>Dave:</b> There’s been some light snow, roads are still covered. I think we’re supposed get another wave later
<b>Sam:</b> 🥶
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I’m freezing my tits off
<b>Dave:</b> Fire’s going though
<b>Sam:</b> I know that struggle
<b>Dave:</b> I borrowed that from you, actually 😛
<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha
<b>Sam:</b> But it sounds like a good day to day drink and watch movies lol
<b>Dave:</b> I actually had a couple scotches last night and I’m not feeling so great today 🙄
<b>Sam:</b> Scotch oh noooo
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah it’s a particularly disgusting one lol
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<b>Sam:</b> Lol
<b>Sam:</b> Ok so what are your top 3 go to drinks
<b>Dave:</b> And it’s 98 proof
<b>Dave:</b> Lemon drop (thanks 😉)
<b>Dave:</b> Old fashioned
<b>Dave:</b> Margarita
<b>Dave:</b> Hbu?
<b>Sam:</b> Vodka
Vodka
Vodka
<b>Sam:</b> Vodka
Vodka
Vodka
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<b>Sam:</b> 😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> Shots?
<b>Dave:</b> Do you ever do shots? Chaser?
<b>Sam:</b> Typically vodka and lemonade, vodka and sprite, lemon drops, orrr non vodka is mimosas
<b>Sam:</b> Yea I can do shots. But again, prefer vodka based lol
<b>Sam:</b> I mean, I’ll get wasted FAST with shots
<b>Dave:</b> Noted 😏
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, I mean shots OF vodka
<b>Dave:</b> Noted 😏
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<b>Sam:</b> 🙄 I get wasted fairly fast without shots too 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, I’ve noticed
<b>Sam:</b> Wowwww
<b>Sam:</b> Judgment!
<b>Dave:</b> What?? … and loooove it
<b>Sam:</b> Don’t take advantage of me ok? 😜
<b>Dave:</b> I’m pretty sure I don’t need to get you drunk for you to freely give me whatever I want
<b>Sam:</b> But yea, baby, I’ll ride your cock totally sober
<b>Sam:</b> 😉
<b>Dave:</b> Do I?
<b>Sam:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> Not at all
<b>Sam:</b> You just need to show up
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe I will be the one to take advantage of YOU!!!
<b>Sam:</b> Oooo I like that 🤔
<b>Dave:</b> I kinda do too!!
<b>Sam:</b> But yea, baby, I’ll ride your cock totally sober
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<b>Sam:</b> 😉
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<b>Dave:</b> Jan 24, 2026 1:11:44 PM Omg I love it when you come out [almost] nowhere bringing the heat
Omg I love it when you come out of [almost] nowhere bringing the heat
<b>Sam:</b> That’s what happens when I want you all. The. Time.
<b>Dave:</b> Totally get it
<b>Dave:</b> Literally. All. I. Think. About.
<b>Dave:</b> If I’m not directly thinking about everything from fucking you in the back of my car still in the pickup lane at the airport to meeting your parents 🙄, I’m working on SoftCopy because it’s directly related to you lol.
<b>Dave:</b> Also, just dropped the gonna-be-gone-for-superbowl notification. NBD.
<b>Sam:</b> Oh I know. If I’m not fantasizing about sex with you, I’m literally daydreaming about going through life together 😬
<b>Sam:</b> You are on my mind literally always
<b>Dave:</b> So I was just thinking about how much I’ve been “melting” lately lol.. And I’m rewriting the sentiment analysis module to be relationship signal analytics, which will give much richer data such as: recognizing emoji usage 😉
<b>Sam:</b> Ooo can’t wait to see
<b>Sam:</b> What other “signals”?
<b>Dave:</b> ### Signal Types (Initial Taxonomy)
1. **Support Signals**
- `support_given`: Offering help, comfort, encouragement
- `support_requested`: Asking for help or validation
- `validation_given`: Affirming partner's feelings/thoughts
- `validation_requested`: Seeking affirmation
2. **Conflict Signals**
- `conflict_initiation`: Starting disagreement
- `conflict_escalation`: Intensifying conflict
- `conflict_resolution`: Attempting to resolve
- `defensiveness`: Defensive responses
3. **Intimacy Signals**
- `emotional_disclosure`: Sharing vulnerable feelings
- `physical_desire`: Expressing sexual/physical attraction
- `affection`: Terms of endearment, love expressions
- `humor_shared`: Jokes, playful banter
4. **Relationship Dynamics**
- `future_planning`: Discussing future together
- `boundary_setting`: Establishing limits
- `reassurance_given`: Providing security
- `anxiety_expressed`: Relationship anxiety
<b>Sam:</b> Boundary setting/establishing limits
lol. Nil
<b>Sam:</b> Not saying that boundaries aren’t obviously very good to have. I just can’t think of any we’ve set
<b>Dave:</b> Ikr
<b>Dave:</b> If we have/had, they’d been blown away pretty quickly lol
<b>Dave:</b> There is one thing we haven’t talked about, I don’t think ever, that we probably should if we’re going to stay together.
<b>Dave:</b> See if you can guess what it is.
<b>Sam:</b> Oh shit ok
<b>Sam:</b> OK is it a legit serious topic
<b>Dave:</b> Maybe 🤷♂️
<b>Dave:</b> Could go either way
<b>Sam:</b> You’re such a punk
<b>Sam:</b> There’s a lot of things we haven’t talked about
<b>Dave:</b> Oh no, I’m not being an ass
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm so it’s something we don’t know about each other yet
<b>Sam:</b> 🤔
<b>Dave:</b> Bathroom… functions.
<b>Dave:</b> Are you shy about poop, farts, etc
<b>Sam:</b> Hahahaha
<b>Sam:</b> Oh god. You’re right. This is important 😂
<b>Sam:</b> Ok I’m driving. Gotta voice memo.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, good let's see I don't mind peeing in front of each other. Sure whenever I don't really wanna watch somebody take a shit though and don't really want to watch. Have them watch me take a shit. Especially cause like men just take fucking forever like I'm in and out OK and that's another thing that you should. If we were to stay together, you should know about me. Hi I'm like when I gotta go I gotta go like that. There's no buildup that the feeling hits me immediately and it's like I gotta go fucking now. So that's a thing Let's see I don't really give a shit if you fart on me just does it have to be super stinky like if your shit stinks really fucking bad then I you know turn on the fan please that's another thing that really bothers me like at least turn on the fan OK that's like all that I ask but I probably I don't really fart around people though and but I will totally be like I gotta go take a shit But that's not it what about you?
<b>Sam:</b> And for the love of God, please flush lol
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yes, that I think that all pretty much tracks. I don't really like fart around people either. So the poop thing is weird and peeing of course yeah whatever I don't really care. I don't wanna watch somebody poop or like have somebody watch me that's I don't know just not on my on my radar I guess but the funny thing about it is that so have you ever seen? Do you ever watch Rick and Morty? Because there's a whole episode about Rick being a secret pooper where he has like this whole other reality or whatever that he goes there's a holder like university he goes to just to poop anyway Juliette's like that so Never ever like mentions it won't like say I'm going to take a shit or whatever so I kind of have don't either But I'm not like super shy about it or whatever So yeah, I think we're pretty well lined on that. I typically I'm in and out too though so that's cool. Yeah I don't fucking sit around on the toilet for any longer than I need to which is usually not very long.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] What are you doing? Are you going to your? DEXA cam is that what it was
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<b>Dave:</b> Also, I might be napping 😋. Just fyi
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I am in like an hour, but I had to just drive like 25 minutes away, so Arwin could get a vaccine so what it was nice though is that So is that two of her brothers were there at the same time Jesus Christ by freaking dash cam sorry anyway two of her siblings were there at the same time I'm also getting their vaccine so she got to see them and you could totally definitely recognize each other and then she started being a bitch to one of them. I'm like Jesus Christ. She's also the biggest of them and she's also like the fluffiest. That was good to see them though Oh no, I've never seen although I've heard a lot about them, but I've never seen it I mean, I grew up in a family where we talk about everything and my dad just like let it rip loudly. He doesn't give a shit who's in front of he's just a fucking caveman basically But I mean, that's just how I grew up but by myself it's like whatever but yeah I mean I don't But I will be like yeah I'm gonna go take a shit and then Christian to like so we don't ever go to the bathroom in front of each other pee or poop we're just like whatever closed door do our own thing but he will definitely be there for 30+ minutes and will be like don't come looking for me like trust me I've I don't want no part of that but Yeah, I think that was all about that. Let's see enjoy your nap and I will talk to you later.
<b>Sam:</b> That loud Spanish music you hear in the background is from the guy driving next to me. Good lawd lol
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<b>Sam:</b> Um fuck that DEXA scan lol
<b>Dave:</b> I was just thinking about you
<b>Sam:</b> It shows a visual of where all the fat is on your body. And MY HIPS and upper legs!!! 😱
<b>Sam:</b> Soooo much
<b>Dave:</b> It’s an asshole eh?
<b>Sam:</b> I hope you had a good nap while I was getting depressed 😅
<b>Dave:</b> I did! Sorry you found out you’re a fat piece of shit (you’re not 😜)
<b>Sam:</b> Bahahaha
<b>Sam:</b> Fucker
<b>Dave:</b> I was ALWAYS disappointed wherever I got a bf test lol
<b>Sam:</b> My bone density is also really borderline and I drink a lot of milk soooo wtf.
The milk may be just from my cereal every day but STILL!!
<b>Sam:</b> I also have so much chocolate milk 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Does it give you bf, and muscle mass?
<b>Dave:</b> What are they?
<b>Sam:</b> Bro I will never tell you
<b>Sam:</b> lol
<b>Dave:</b> Cmoooooon
<b>Dave:</b> It’s not like telling me your weight
<b>Sam:</b> It’s WORSE
<b>Sam:</b> It’s different than like the body fat machine that my gym has. She said you can’t compare. Like you have to compare DEXA to DEXA
<b>Sam:</b> It’s WORSE
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<b>Sam:</b> It’s all bad.
<b>Sam:</b> Not to mention, women in general typically have higher bf % then men
<b>Dave:</b> lol Jesus! That sounds like a traumatic experience
<b>Sam:</b> I’ll show you the fat visual lol and that’s it. But I was shooketh. Like I don’t feel like my hips/ass are super fatty but apparently there’s a lot there for you to grab on to 💀
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Oh please. That doesn’t look bad at all
<b>Sam:</b> 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Is this just a rando from the internet. This does not count
<b>Sam:</b> Also that picture looks like I am shaped way different than I feel in my head
<b>Sam:</b> What’s that shape called
<b>Sam:</b> Oh!! Pear shaped
<b>Sam:</b> Omfg am I pear shaped
<b>Sam:</b> Is this just a rando from the internet. This does not count
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<b>Sam:</b> 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 24, 2026 3:51:36 PM You’re not a pair lmao
You’re not a pest lmao
You’re not a pear lmao
<b>Dave:</b> Your body is 👌
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
Me, realizing I’m pear shaped
<b>Dave:</b> Eat that depression away!
<b>Sam:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> Ha ok speaking of
<b>Sam:</b> I have a confession
<b>Sam:</b> It might even be breakup worthy, who knows
<b>Sam:</b> But….
<b>Sam:</b> I’ve started to like….
<b>Sam:</b> Golden Oreos more than regular double stuf Oreos
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> The betrayal, I KNOW
<b>Dave:</b> I also have a confession… 🫣😬😬😬
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 24, 2026 3:56:45 PM I like them golden Oreos too 🫣
I like golden Oreos too 🫣
<b>Sam:</b> Hahahaha
<b>Sam:</b> Soulmates
<b>Dave:</b> 😍😘
<b>Dave:</b> With milk still though right?
<b>Sam:</b> Ummmm no
<b>Sam:</b> Golden Oreos can be without
<b>Dave:</b> What
<b>Dave:</b> The
<b>Dave:</b> Fuck
<b>Sam:</b> Regular ones MUST have milk though
── 16:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> I feel like goldies “melt” a little better in milk than darkies
<b>Sam:</b> Darkies 😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> I will say - I feel like the goldies aren’t stuffed as much either
<b>Sam:</b> They are skimping
<b>Dave:</b> I haven’t noticed. You get double stuffed right?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes
<b>Dave:</b> And answer that carefully
<b>Sam:</b> Don’t you threaten me!
<b>Dave:</b> Ok 👍
<b>Sam:</b> Don’t you threaten me!
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<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Guaranteed we will get into a little wrestle match when we’re together
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> You’re gonna say something. I’m going to want to playfully beat you up for it. I’ll attempt it. Your training will kick in without even thinking about it and the next thing I know, I’ll be in a chokehold. And then you’ll let go and let me win as a way of apologizing and bc you love me so much. 😂
<b>Sam:</b> Hehehe
<b>Dave:</b> Close, except for the part where I let you go and let you win…
<b>Sam:</b> Pussy power always wins baby.
<b>Sam:</b> But hey, I got some moves myself!!
<b>Sam:</b> Pussy power always wins baby.
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<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> You’re right 🙄, and 🥰
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Dave:</b> I don’t think I’ve mentioned it lately but I’m still cranking these out
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<b>Sam:</b> The handy 😏 ha
<b>Sam:</b> But hey that’s great! I know you were shipping some last weekend too. Right? I think
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, that’s what it’s called lol
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah
<b>Sam:</b> A full on side hustle!
<b>Dave:</b> Getting there
── 19:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
It’s been almost 3 hours…
<b>Sam:</b> Wait…did we literally text each other at the same time?! I just saw this
<b>Dave:</b> Theeeeese kind of sings, I like 🥰
<b>Sam:</b> My ENTIRE feed on IG is about politics today. Like the algorithm has made it take over. I can’t even find one post that is funny or dramatic 😭
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 24, 2026 7:15:35 PM I even hit a text about the latest ICE execution 🙄
I even got a text about the latest ICE execution 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> Anyway, miss you love 🤦♂️😘
<b>Sam:</b> Sigh
<b>Sam:</b> I miss you too 😔
<b>Sam:</b> How’s the weather?
<b>Dave:</b> Still cold
<b>Dave:</b> I don’t actually know. I’m still laying in bed 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> I may have taken a nap for an hour 🤭
<b>Dave:</b> Nice!
<b>Sam:</b> I kind of wish I hadn’t but here we are 🤷♀️ lol
<b>Sam:</b> Are you still feeling semi hungover?
<b>Sam:</b> Wait…did we literally text each other at the same time?! I just saw this
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<b>Dave:</b> I didn’t actually sleep very long tbh. But I’ve been laying here watching tv and working on SoftCopy lol
<b>Dave:</b> Shut up!
<b>Dave:</b> Did you not see mine and respond?
<b>Sam:</b> No, not at all
<b>Sam:</b> I was just texting you about my IG feed
<b>Dave:</b> Wow
<b>Dave:</b> 💕
<b>Sam:</b> Bc I ALSO was thinking about you and like how have we not talked in a few hrs
<b>Sam:</b> 🫠
<b>Sam:</b> But also…love the GIF 😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> I’m glad you got it
<b>Dave:</b> You got any more of that… Sam?
<b>Dave:</b> Theeeeese kind of sings, I like 🥰
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<b>Sam:</b> You mean signs? 😜
<b>Sam:</b> I like these kind of signs too 😉
<b>Dave:</b> It’s still all covered with snow but
I’m seeing cars making their way up the street just fine.
<b>Sam:</b> How many inches?
<b>Sam:</b> 😏
<b>Dave:</b> 6
<b>Dave:</b> Ish
<b>Dave:</b> 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> Hahahahaha
<b>Dave:</b> Oh oh… snow
<b>Dave:</b> Right
<b>Sam:</b> OK I’m legit goofy smiling right in front of him. Gotta stop gotta stop 😅
<b>Dave:</b> ISH, ok
<b>Dave:</b> Maybe 1/2” of ice+ snow
<b>Dave:</b> Hardly any
<b>Sam:</b> I won’t be getting out the measuring tape, ok 😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
Same as earlier
<b>Sam:</b> Lame.
<b>Dave:</b> I’m not complaining. Any more and we’d probably lose power for a week 🙄
<b>Sam:</b> Agreed. Just lame that my flight was cancelled 😡
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, wtf is up with that
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<b>Dave:</b> Yep. Because this time tomorrow we could be curled up together doing… literally anything and it would be perfect
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Ok, yeah there really isn’t any traffic anywhere
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
This is right by the airport
<b>Sam:</b> Grrr
<b>Dave:</b> Buuuut…
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
This time tomorrow, WE’LL ONLY HAVE 2 WEEKS
<b>Sam:</b> We can do it; we can do it!!!
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
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<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> I just told Christian I want to watch this. And it’s live so like let’s go and he goes “ugh I don’t care to watch that. Something more important happened today” referring to the ICE stuff
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<b>Dave:</b> Go watch it somewhere else. I”m putting it on!! Alex Honold is fucking awesome
<b>Dave:</b> Something more important he already knows ALL ABOUT no doubt
<b>Sam:</b> Ha we already had the typical convo earlier today:
Him - “I know you don’t pay attention and didn’t see it, bu…”
── 00:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> - *cutting him off * “a man was murdered in Minneapolis today. I know. You’re doing it again. Assuming I do not know what is going on “
── 20:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Ha we already had the typical convo earlier today:
Him - “I know you don’t pay attention and didn’t see it, bu…”
── 00:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> - *cutting him off * “a man was murdered in Minneapolis today. I know. You’re doing it again. Assuming I do not know what is going on “
── 20:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> I’m sorry baby 😕
<b>Sam:</b> It’s ok. I turned back on my murder show lol
<b>Dave:</b> How can you watch that and not Alex?
<b>Dave:</b> I mean, doesn’t murder also disrupt his news cycle?
<b>Sam:</b> I had it on for a couple minutes and he said it gave him too much anxiety, that he already watches too many videos of bad, live shit. Lol
<b>Dave:</b> You should left it on and then lectured him about it somehow lol
<b>Sam:</b> It’s all good baby 😘
<b>Dave:</b> I know, I know.. I’m just being a dick because I’m hungover lol
<b>Dave:</b> Mostly 😒
<b>Sam:</b> Are you sure it’s from the hangover?? 😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> I’m kidding 😘
<b>Sam:</b> And I’m sorry you’re hungover
<b>Sam:</b> I decided I need to not drink anymore at home bc it’s just wasted calories and nothing fun happens out of it anyway hahah
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, when you’re doing it to cope is when it gets dangerous 😅
<b>Sam:</b> Anddddd that is where I am. And I’m honestly lowkey worried about how I’ll be using it to cope after I come back home from seeing you 😬
<b>Dave:</b> This climb is fucking incredible
<b>Dave:</b> He’s almost at the top
<b>Sam:</b> Anddddd that is where I am. And I’m honestly lowkey worried about how I’ll be using it to cope after I come back home from seeing you 😬
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<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I can see that… Give it a break for a while now so you can pick it back up when you get home 😛
<b>Sam:</b> Yes, then I’ll become the functioning alcoholic lol
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, you don’t need that. Especially since it runs in the family…
── 21:00 ──
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Drop a 💋 if you can relate — and send this to your man as a gentle reminder that strong women still love to be babied. 😌
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<b>Sam:</b> 😉
<b>Sam:</b> Emotional little gangsters 😅
<b>Dave:</b> Omg yes plz!!
<b>Dave:</b> Will you sit on me like that so I can baby you??
<b>Dave:</b> 🫠
<b>Sam:</b> Yes please!!!! 🙏
<b>Dave:</b> I could sit with you like this for HOURS
<b>Sam:</b> I’d start feeling way too heavy at some point, but I’m definitely down to try! Lol
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Dave:</b> I was just gonna say: are we even going to be able to get out of the bed lol
<b>Dave:</b> Because I want to snuggle you 24/7
<b>Sam:</b> Ok dude earlier you said something. Hold on. Let me see if I can find
<b>Dave:</b> Oh lord
<b>Sam:</b> Don’t you oh lord me!
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> This was it. You said “we move to the bed”, and I LEGITIMATELY thought to myself “move to it from where??? When are we leaving it? Where are we going?!” 😂😂😂
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<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Sam:</b> Don’t you oh lord me!
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<b>Dave:</b> I said it was a fantasy lol. Obviously in real life we won’t leave the bed 🙄🤪
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
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<b>Sam:</b> Omggg my algorithm has FINALLY picked up on all our convos. Look at what’s in my feed…
<b>Sam:</b> https://www.instagram.com/tilly.toy.official/reel/DQEvOagAJcH/
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<b>Sam:</b> There’s a lot of other things that are related to shit we talk about too. Yasssss lol
<b>Dave:</b> HAHAHAHA OMG
<b>Dave:</b> That’s great!
<b>Sam:</b> I’m getting BJJ reels, too. 🙄
This beats politics though so I guess I should be thanking you
── 22:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> Maybe you can learn some defense so I don’t fuck you up to bad
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe, I’m jk baby
<b>Dave:</b> ….there’s no way you could learn enough in 2 weeks 😉
<b>Sam:</b> Wowwwww
<b>Sam:</b> They’re actually cutesy reels about dating someone who does BJJ but duly noted
<b>Sam:</b> Dulllllyyyyy noted
<b>Dave:</b> You know it’s real when I’m even creeping into your algorithm 🥰
<b>Sam:</b> No doubt! Like all of a sudden just within the past hour or two - it’s alllll related to us
<b>Dave:</b> Better note the date so later when someone asks us when we knew we were in love…
<b>Dave:</b> 🤣
<b>Sam:</b> When WE knew?? Oh that was a long time ago lol
<b>Dave:</b> Well yeah… But that doesn’t really work for the joke about the algorithm now does it?
<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha
<b>Sam:</b> Ok ok fine. 1/24/26
<b>Sam:</b> Is that our anniversary? 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, according the social media gods
<b>Dave:</b> Well, I think I’m going to call it a night babydoll 😘
<b>Dave:</b> I hope you sleep well
<b>Sam:</b> Good night handsome. I hope you sleep well too!
<b>Dave:</b> I”ll be laying here thinking about you for another 30 mins or so before I take a 7 hour break and wake up to continue thinking about you
<b>Dave:</b> Unless of course, I dream about you which is always possible
<b>Sam:</b> Your brain could probably use the break from me 😉
<b>Dave:</b> Never!
<b>Sam:</b> I love you!
<b>Dave:</b> Never!
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<b>Dave:</b> NN sweetheart, I love you 💗
<b>Dave:</b> Oh hey. What time does your flight get here?
<b>Sam:</b> A little later this time 😭
<b>Sam:</b> Actually only like an hour later. Land at like 250pm your time
<b>Dave:</b> Ok, that isn’t tooooo bad
<b>Dave:</b> OK one more thing lol
<b>Dave:</b> Lights on, off, low? under covers, on top? Bed? Sofa? Chair?
<b>Sam:</b> Any? All? 😏
<b>Sam:</b> Ok first time though?
<b>Sam:</b> Bed - lights off or low - (but it’ll be daytime outside so some light) - covers not likely but maybe some? Depends how hot it is in the room lol
<b>Sam:</b> Just my personal preference or atleast how I have it in my head, but I think our bodies will just naturally go where they go 🫠
<b>Sam:</b> But you have to tell me what you think!
<b>Dave:</b> What you said! Low light, I imagine we’ll go straight to the bed. On top of covers most likely. Whatever the most direct route to inside you is 😏
<b>Sam:</b> I think I’ll be completely locked in to you; I won’t even know where I am
<b>Dave:</b> 💯
<b>Dave:</b> It won’t matter
<b>Sam:</b> But it willllll feel like 🔥🎆
<b>Dave:</b> We’ll go where we go 🥰
<b>Sam:</b> Anywhere with you, baby
Normal
<b>Dave:</b> OK baby, now going to sleep (yeah right) 😘
<b>Sam:</b> Ha good night love 🥰
── 23:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> “I keep thinking about your marriage,” she said, the confession tasting like guilt. “About how you said you’ve been on autopilot. Resenting it for years.” She took a step closer. “It makes me feel like a whole ass cunt.”
A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “I love when you say that.”
“This isn’t funny.” But her voice cracked.
LOL! This one did crack me up.
<b>Sam:</b> She obeyed without hesitation, climbing onto the crisp sheets she hated and presenting herself to him. She heard the tear of a foil packet, then the thick sound of him rolling it on.
*Ahem* When did condoms come into play?!!