2026-01-27

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😈 Smut🥵 Porn♥️ Romantic

His audio message began the ritual. Sam played it in the car after her chaotic drive, one hand on the wheel, the other holding the phone to her ear as if he were whispering into it. His voice, scratchy from sleep, warm as a shared blanket, said he’d felt her with him all morning. That their talk last night had settled in his bones. “Hope you slept okay, sweet girl,” he’d rumbled, and the endearment curled right into her belly, a low, pleasant heat.

She fired back a silly picture, a pouting face with the caption: The dogs hogged the bed. But the truer picture was already forming in her mind, painted in the colors of the text conversation that unfolded over the day. The one about clothing, about how his shirt would drown her, a hidden fantasy of being enveloped, protected. The confession of how her cycle made her feel—clumsy with emotion, a mess of affection and anxiety that left her raw.

While the world outside was mundane—a need for gas, errands, weekend plans with her boyfriend Christian that felt like obligations to an old script—her inner world was tectonic.

Her phone sat beside her now, buzzing against the cool leather of her couch. The dogs were settled, the apartment quiet. The evening texts had shifted in tenor, the light banter giving way to a heavier, more palpable thing.

Dave: You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you? Sam: About what? Dave: About how my hands would fit. How that large shirt of mine would feel. How there’s a weight you’re craving right now, and it isn’t just a blanket.

She was. God, she was. It was the kind of clarity that came before a storm. That feeling he’d named—the affection she admitted unnerved her—it had a physical shape now. It had hands.

Her reply was an open door: Maybe. It’s that kind of mood. Everything feels… amplified. Needy.

The next message from him wasn’t words. It was his voice again, lower, a deliberate and dark current. “Tell me exactly what you need, Sam. Speak it.”

Alone in her living room, she did. Voice trembling but clear. A request, a plea, a blueprint. To not be gentle. To be marked. To have the fuzzy, anxious energy in her body silenced by pure, overwhelming sensation. To have her own complicated feelings about who she was to him, and him to her, and him to another, and her to another, all erased by a force that felt more honest than any of those labels. To be a body, craving, for him.

“Are you ready?” his voice returned, thick with control. “Right now. You’re going to listen, and you’re going to obey. Stand up.”

It was a performance only she could witness. A ritual enacted over a thousand miles. She stood.

“Good girl. Now, lose the pants. The shirt can stay—but imagine it’s mine. Swimming on you. My scent everywhere.”

She obeyed, shivering as the cool air hit her bare legs.

“Bend over the arm of the couch. Present yourself. And don’t make a sound until I tell you.”

The position was vulnerable, utterly exposed even in the empty room. Her cheek pressed to the leather, her hands gripping the far cushion. The silence stretched, heavy and pregnant. She could hear her own pulse in her ears.

“Five,” his voice cut through, sharp as a command.

She flinched, breath catching. A ghost of sensation bloomed across her skin.

“Four.” Another invisible strike, harder. Her back arched.

“Three.” She dug her nails into the cushion. Heat pooled, urgent and slick between her legs.

“Two.” A gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it.

“I said no sounds,” he reminded her, and the next phantom blow landed with such exquisite cruelty that she saw stars. “One.”

Then his voice changed, softened just enough to break her. “Now, Sam. Use your fingers. One for each count. Slow. For me.”

Trembling, she complied, sliding a hand beneath her. She was soaked. One slow circle, a promise. A second, teasing her entrance. A third, slipping just inside. The friction was maddening. Her other hand fisted the fabric of her shirt—his shirt—over her mouth to stifle a whimper.

“You’re clenching around nothing, baby,” his voice was in her ear, a live wire of domination. “Because you want my cock there. You want to be stretched. Filled. To feel me own this greedy little cunt that’s talking to me right now. Isn’t that right?”

She couldn’t speak. She moaned, high and desperate, into the shirt.

“I know. I feel it. Your whole body is begging. I know exactly how you look right now. Blushing everywhere. Perfectly exposed. Mine.” His breath hitched on the word, a crack in his own control that sent a new thrill through her. “Now do the last one. The fifth. Make it count. And when you come, you’re going to whisper my name.”

She pressed a fourth finger alongside the third, her body straining to accommodate, opening for him. It was so much, but not enough. She was hovering on the violent edge of release. With the fifth—the pad of her thumb circling the sensitive, swollen apex of her need—she broke.

Her entire world funneled into that point of contact. A silent scream tore through her, her body seizing in a white-hot convulsion against the couch. Her own name was lost, but his fell from her lips in a broken, reverent whisper. “Dave.”

She crumpled, breath ragged, feeling spent and hollowed out.

His voice returned, this time all warmth and possession. “There’s my girl. All that messy emotion, turned into something so perfect and simple for me. All that heat in my hands now.”

She floated in the afterglow, a deep, thrumming peace settling over her raw nerves.

“Good girl,” he murmured, an all-consuming benediction. “Get under a blanket now. Keep my shirt on. I’ll watch over you.”

She pulled a soft throw over her legs. The cool leather, the warm blanket, the phantom sting on her skin, and the thick, sweet ache in her core were all physical anchors to the truth of their night. The texts, the vulnerability, the anxiety, the forbidden wanting—it had all transformed. It had become this. A shared, explicit secret in the dark. It wasn’t just physical release; it was an affirmation of a staggering truth.

In the quiet dark, their daily words—the small worries, the big confessions—were no longer just talk. They were spells. They were maps. And as Sam drifted, safe and possessed in the sanctuary of his command, she knew they were finally walking, eyes wide open, into the terrifying, magnificent landscape of what they were becoming.

The warmth from his morning voice message still hummed beneath her skin hours later, a persistent electric current that no amount of tedious meetings or work frustrations could short-circuit. Sam sat at her desk in Phoenix, the glow of her monitors painting her face in cool light while Texas Dave sent photos from his gym session—his pecs stretching the fabric of his shirt in a way that made her breath catch. Crushing life today, she’d said earlier with sarcasm, but now it felt true in a different way. She was crushed by it—by him—by this profound and inconvenient ache that lived between her legs and behind her sternum.

A pointless conference call droned in her ears. Her mind detached completely, floating away from the jargon to a quiet hallway from four years ago—a hotel hallway, to be exact. She wasn’t remembering it as it was; she was rewriting it as she needed it to be now.

In her mind’s eye, he didn’t just kiss her after all that longing. He claimed her. Her back was against the floral-patterned hotel wallpaper, cool through her blouse. They were supposed to be at some corporate mixer downstairs. He’d pulled her aside, his body caging hers without touching, that dominant presence she felt even over text made physically real.

“Can’t focus on anything but you,” he’d murmured against her temple, his voice the same low rasp as his audio messages.

Her witty reply died in her throat when his hand slid from her waist down over her hip. His palm was hot, even through the fabric of her slacks. In this fantasy-memory hybrid, those pants were the ones from this morning—the ones that didn’t fit right, that hugged the swell of her hips and ass too tightly.

“Dave,” she breathed, a warning they both ignored.

His eyes held hers as his fingers traced lower, skimming the inseam of her thigh before cupping her firmly through the material. A jolt shot through her so intensely she gasped against his mouth when he finally kissed her—deep and consuming and tasting like forbidden promise.

“Need to feel you,” he growled into the kiss.

His hand grew more insistent, kneading the soft flesh at the top of her thigh before sliding inward with an intent that stole all rational thought. His other arm braced against the wall beside her head as his fingers found the button of her pants, then the zipper.

In reality on that day four years ago? Maybe they just kissed. But here in this fantasy fueled by 12 days of agonizing anticipation? He was ruthless in his efficiency.

Her zipper gave way under his practiced touch—that same efficient movement he used for everything from jiu-jitsu to turning over in bed. The sound was obscenely loud in the empty hall. Cool air hit her stomach before his hand did.

He didn’t ask permission; he read it in the way she melted against him, in the hitch of her breath as his fingers slid past silk to find slick heat waiting for him.

“Fuck,” he grunted approvingly against her neck as one blunt finger circled then pressed inside. “Always so fucking wet for me.”

Sam bit down on a moan at her desk in Phoenix eight hundred miles away as he sat at home in Texas unknowingly authoring this moment for her now even though it happened four years ago today but maybe only today yes only ever today what is memory what is prophecy because they were writing it all together weren't they? That thought had gotten muddled up along with what day actually existed outside those endless messages scrolling upwards forever while time bent itself into meaninglessness leaving only hunger always hunger

He added another finger inside this memory-dream-hallway-her-cubicle-prison where reality collapsed inward upon itself like sheet-worn holes on mattress corners pivoting on heel shoulder because yes all motion returns you here back against wallpaper back against desk back wanting so much wanting wanting…

He curled those fingers deep inside then, deep inside now, finding an inner rhythm designed to shatter composure so efficient so brutally perfect for just for always

She clutched at his shoulders imagining feeling them bunch under real hands broad solid muscles forged on gym floors not some imagined ideal but perfect flesh-sinew-blood reality soon soon soon

Her head fell back now as it did then or maybe would not had but no yes does thunking softly against… what? A wall? A cubicle partition? Did matter? Could feel both sensations: cool drywall paper scratchy one side cool gray corporate fabric other side all irrelevant next to sensation gathering tsunami-force between thighs pulsing where fingers stretched fuck toy pretty doll owned completely cherished deeply both things true equal parts

Sound escaped not caring who heard not then not now guttural wanton sound belonged only to him witnessing breaking down walls built brick-by-brick over decades all undone by simple touch skillful demanding honest

He spoke mouth pressed below ear voice vibration traveling straight spine resonating places never touched physically until now yet always present waiting just beneath skin surface “Gonna come like this right here where anyone could see us Sam I want them to see I want everyone know who makes you fall apart who owns you”

And she did shatter completely silently outwardly silent inwardly cataclysm shaking apart foundation self rebuilt immediately newer softer exposed all for him every hidden vault cracked open spilling gold

Later later not later same moment later tomorrow sometime twelve days hence eternity folded upon itself He withdrew slick fingers brought them glistening own lips tasted watching watch watching watching expression reverence ownership raw hunger “Mine” he said simple final declaring fact universe acknowledged it truth tasted accepted

She floated drifting back present moment phone buzzing notification screen lit message him now real him textual him not memory-hallway-projection asking about weekend plans making normal conversation carrying undercurrent everything ever unsaid future tense promise imminent impending date circled calendars metaphorical actual hotel room booked flights confirmed twelve days countdown already begun ticking down minutes seconds heartbeats until next time which would become new memory fuel subsequent fantasies infinite loop pleasure longing satiation re-seeding deeper longing everlasting sacred cycle their particular form worship built words touches silences shared secrets vulnerability problem transformed into superpower strength source infinite renewal mutual salvation sought found held close never let go because oh god finally someone sees all loves anyway especially loves because loves all parts especially complicated messy real parts yes loves them most

The glow of her phone screen was a poor substitute for his warmth, but in the quiet chaos of her morning, it was everything. Sam read Dave’s audio message transcript again, her thumb tracing the pixels of his name, hearing his Texas drawl in her mind, warm as the coffee she hadn’t yet poured. ‘Last night’s talk wrapped around me like a blanket,’ he’d said. She felt it too—a residual, tender heat low in her belly, a flush that had nothing to do with the Arizona sun streaming through her windshield.

Her day was a mismatched puzzle: chaotic driving, a near-empty gas tank, the cozy memory of her dogs nestled against her. And beneath it all, the insistent tide of her cycle, making emotions feel closer to the surface, raw and shimmering. She’d confessed it to him, that mix of anxiety and dizzying affection their new intimacy had wrought. His response hadn’t been mere reassurance; it had been a recognition. “We’re just more… vulnerable to each other now. In the best way.” The words had been a soft place to land in her swirling mind.

Now, sitting in her car at a generic gas station, the pump clicking rhythmically, their playful afternoon texts echoed. The flirty banter about clothes, about bodies, had subtly shifted. It was no longer hypothetical. It was a memory of skin, a blueprint for next time. A shiver danced over her shoulders despite the heat. She’d told him she was feeling particularly drawn to him. The admission had hung in the digital space between them, bold and true.

A shadow fell across her passenger window.

Her breath caught. It wasn’t possible. But there he was, a familiar silhouette resolving into the very real, solid form of Dave. He leaned down, his smile a quiet, knowing thing that reached his eyes. He was supposed to be in Texas, 800 miles away. The world narrowed to the dust on his boots, the confident line of his shoulders, the beloved, smooth plane of his head.

“Tank’s on empty,” he said, his voice a low rumble through the glass. “Figured you could use a fill-up.”

He opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. The car, her mundane, dog-haired sanctuary, was instantly transformed. It filled with the scent of him—clean cotton, warm skin, the faint, comforting smell of outdoors. The reality of him, here, was so profound it stole her words.

“Dave… how?”

“A lot of miles and a single-minded purpose,” he said, turning fully to face her. His gaze was unbearably soft, absorbing every detail of her stunned face. “You said you were feeling… drawn. I was already on the road. Couldn’t stand the thought of you feeling that alone.”

Tears, hot and sudden, pricked her eyes. This was the devotion she’d only heard in his voice notes. It was action. It was presence. He reached out, his hand—broad, capable—cupping her cheek. His thumb swept away a tear that escaped. “Hey now. None of that. Unless they’re happy tears.”

“Overwhelmed tears,” she whispered, leaning into his touch. “Good-overwhelmed.”

He leaned closer, his forehead gently touching hers. The space between them hummed with four years of friendship, of longing, of recent, soul-altering intimacy. “I’ve been thinking about your laugh all day,” he murmured. “The one you do when you’re pretending to be annoyed with me. And about how you feel, right here.” His other hand came up, his fingers barely grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, just above her collarbone. A full-body tremor answered his touch.

It was all the invitation he needed. His lips met hers, not with conquest, but with a heartfelt reverence that dissolved the last of her surprise. This kiss was a continuation, a deeper dive into the vulnerability they’d texted about. It was slow and searching, a tender rediscovery. She could taste the coffee on his tongue, feel the slight scratch of his goatee, and a sound escaped her, a sigh of pure surrender into the rightness of it.

His hands began to move, not with haste, but with an aching thoroughness designed to cherish. One slid into her hair, cradling her head. The other traveled down her arm, leaving a trail of fire, coming to rest on her thigh. His palm was searingly warm through the thin fabric of her dress. He broke the kiss, his breath uneven against her lips.

“Tell me this is okay,” he breathed, his eyes searching hers. “Here. Now. I need to feel you, Sam. Not through a phone.”

“Yes,” was all she could manage, the word a vibration against his mouth. “Please.”

His hand on her thigh pushed the hem of her dress up, slowly, revealing her skin inch by inch. The air conditioning kissed her flesh, followed by the infinitely warmer touch of his fingers. He traced patterns on her inner thigh, moving higher with a patient, devastating intent. She arched against the car seat, the leather creaking a soft accompaniment to her shaky inhale.

He found the lace edge of her underwear and paused, a smile touching his lips. “You told me you were comfortable in your skin today,” he whispered, nuzzling the delicate shell of her ear. “God, you’re so beautiful it aches.” He hooked a finger under the lace and slid it aside. His touch, when it came, was a direct, tender connection that made her cry out softly, her hand flying to clutch his shoulder.

He held her gaze, his own eyes dark with love and desire, as his fingers began a slow, worshipful exploration. Every touch was a word in a secret language they’d built together—a promise, an affirmation, a claim of the deepest, most loving kind. He read every hitch of her breath, every tremble, adapting his rhythm to the rising tide of her pleasure. The outside world—the gas pump, the distant traffic, the lives they would return to—faded into a meaningless blur.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he urged, his voice thick. “I want to see you. I want to see how much you feel this… feel us.”

Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, locked with his. In his gaze, she saw no mere fantasy, but the profound reality of a man who adored her, who had crossed states to answer the call of her lonely desire. The intimacy of it, the emotional courage he demanded and she freely gave, was more potent than any physical act. It cracked her open. The coil of pleasure, tightened by days of textured conversation and years of hidden love, snapped.

Her release was a quiet, powerful unraveling. A silent sob shook her as she clenched around his touch, her eyes never leaving his, letting him see every vulnerable, glorious wave of it. He watched, enraptured, his expression one of heartfelt triumph and awe, murmuring, “That’s it… I’ve got you… you’re so loved,” until the last tremor subsided.

He gently withdrew, bringing his fingers to his mouth, tasting her with a quiet reverence that sent a fresh, aftershock of need through her. Then he leaned in, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips, a profoundly intimate seal.

For a long moment, they simply breathed together in the quiet car, foreheads touching. The digital connection was a ghost. This was flesh and breath, scent and sound, a sacred, stolen moment made real.

He finally pulled back, tucking a damp strand of hair behind her ear. “I have a hotel room,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “Twenty minutes away. We have the night. No phones. No one else. Just… this.”

Sam looked at the man who knew her chaos, her cycles, her laughter, and her soul. She saw not a forbidden secret, but a profound love, arrived in the most ordinary of places to answer her most vulnerable call. She touched his face, her fingers tracing his jaw.

“Just this,” she echoed, her heart full and quiet. The pump clicked off with a final thud. The tank was full. And for the first time all day, so was she.

😇 Sam POV😏 Dave POV📖 Narrative

This morning started off on a sweet note with Dave's audio message. He expressed how he woke up thinking about me and how much our conversations make him feel loved and comfortable. I felt warm inside hearing that. After a good night's sleep—finally!—I shared a funny photo of myself just waking up. It felt good to be alive and rested, especially since the dogs let me sleep through the night for once.

As the morning went on, I mentioned how none of my pants fit right now, which was frustrating. Dave was supportive and shared my annoyance. I recorded a couple of audio messages, rambling about my day and how I ran a red light while rushing around. I also shared some amusing updates about work and a canceled program, finding humor in the chaos.

I reflected on my sleeping habits—how I usually wear shorts but ended up cozying up in pants and socks last night, which was unusual for me. I thought about how my cycle might be affecting my mood and my feelings about seeing Dave soon. It’s been on my mind a lot lately, and I wonder what kind of mood I’ll be in when we're together.

The conversation turned deeper as I expressed some vulnerability about my feelings and attachment style. I mentioned how it feels different with Dave, which is both exciting and unsettling. He responded thoughtfully, acknowledging the intimacy we share and how it contrasts with my past relationships. It feels good to be open with him.

Throughout the day, our light-hearted banter continued. I teased him about his movements, and we joked about our quirks. I appreciated how we could talk about anything, even the tough parts. I shared my plans for the weekend, feeling overwhelmed by a packed schedule but also excited to see friends.

As I got ready for drinks with a friend, I couldn’t shake the urge to express my attraction to Dave. I sent a flirty message that made us both laugh, and I enjoyed the connection we have. Despite the complexities of our situations, I feel a strong bond with him, and it’s nice to know he feels the same way. I love how we can be honest and playful with each other.

I woke up this morning feeling great, with thoughts of Sam on my mind. I sent her a voice message letting her know how much I enjoyed our conversation from last night and how loved it made me feel. It was nice to hear her say she was alive and that she finally managed to sleep through the night. I couldn’t help but smile at that. She mentioned some issues with her clothes not fitting, which I completely understood, and we shared a few laughs about it.

Sam's energy today was infectious, and I loved hearing about her morning with her dogs as they all snuggled together. She also talked about her cycle and how it might be affecting her mood, which prompted a deeper conversation about vulnerability and our relationship dynamics. It was interesting to hear her reflect on her past relationships and how she feels more open with me.

As the day went on, we bounced around various topics, from her work frustrations to her plans for the weekend, where she felt overwhelmed by her commitments. I could sense her FOMO, but I encouraged her to prioritize her well-being. The chemistry between us was palpable, and even though she had plans with her boyfriend, I felt a mix of emotions hearing her discuss it.

I shared my feelings about how her spending time with him affected me, expressing a bit of jealousy but also reassurance that I wasn't trying to change her. It was refreshing to have that level of honesty between us, and I appreciated her reciprocating. There was a moment of playful banter as we discussed the idea of snuggling and how it felt foreign to her, which led to some humorous exchanges about our dynamic.

Later, she sent me a sultry message, and I felt the rush of excitement from it. I was thrilled to feel that spark and intimacy, even from afar. We ended our conversation with promises of more connection in the future. Overall, the day was filled with warmth, laughter, and an undeniable bond that continues to grow between us. I’m looking forward to what’s next.

The conversation began with Dave sending a cheerful audio message to Sam, expressing his affection and how warm their previous evening's conversation made him feel. He reflected on their interactions and hoped she had a good night. Sam responded with a playful photo and light-hearted banter, revealing that she had finally gotten a good night’s sleep, thanks to her dogs.

As they exchanged messages, Dave checked in on Sam's well-being and commented on how surprising it was that she had gone to bed before him. Sam appreciated Dave's morning messages, claiming they made her feel good. They continued to share light-hearted jokes about their clothing sizes and how they felt about their bodies.

Sam then updated Dave about her busy day, which included some chaotic driving and the realization that she needed gas. She also mentioned her dogs and how they had all snuggled together for a cozy morning. As they discussed their day, Sam revealed how her cycle impacted her mood and feelings, voicing a mix of anxiety and affection regarding their relationship.

Dave responded thoughtfully, acknowledging her feelings and reflecting on how they had both grown more vulnerable with each other. He encouraged Sam to embrace her newfound affection as a positive change in their dynamic. Sam, in turn, expressed her surprise at her own emotional depth and connection with Dave, admitting that it was both unsettling and comforting.

The conversation shifted toward their individual lives and the complexities of their relationships. Sam wrestled with her mixed emotions about spending time with her boyfriend, Christian, while Dave shared his feelings on the topic. They both navigated the tangled web of their affections, discussing jealousy and the challenges of balancing their current relationships with their feelings for each other.

As their talk progressed, they seamlessly intermingled humor, flirtation, and serious reflections. Sam shared her plans for the weekend and expressed concerns about being overwhelmed with social obligations. Dave suggested that she prioritize her mental well-being, and they discussed the implications of their choices.

Amidst the lighter moments, they sparked intense flirtation, with Sam admitting to feeling particularly drawn to Dave. Their playful banter became suggestive, and they discussed their physical attraction, leading to a deeper exploration of their desires. They acknowledged the excitement and nervousness that came with their developing relationship, with both of them expressing a desire to explore their chemistry further.

As the evening wore on, the conversation included playful teasing about their respective partners and the challenges of navigating their feelings. Sam concluded with a romantic and steamy message, affirming her attraction. Dave reciprocated her affection, emphasizing how much he adored their connection.

Ultimately, the day's conversation flowed from lighthearted exchanges to deeper musings about vulnerability, attraction, and the complexities of their emotions, leaving both Dave and Sam feeling closer and more attuned to each other's feelings.

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── 06:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning sunshine I hope you slept well. I did and I went to sleep and woke up thinking about you. And today I just wanted to say how good and warm and loved our conversation yesterday evening made me feel Texting I mean I've checked was great too of course but just thinking back through our text last night. I was just looking through them again and yeah. You just make me feel so good and comfortable and for that I love you. I hope you have a good day. I'll talk to you soon.

── 08:00 ──

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

<b>Sam:</b> Literally me right now. I just woke up. Hehehe

<b>Sam:</b> Good morning!!
Normal

<b>Dave:</b> Lol

<b>Dave:</b> I was starting to get worried hahaha

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

<b>Sam:</b> I’m alive. The dogs actually let me sleep. I was taking full advantage.

<b>Sam:</b> I FINALLY slept through the night

<b>Sam:</b> And also fell asleep soon after texting you

<b>Sam:</b> I was so tired I fell asleep before even reading soft copy!

<b>Dave:</b> That’s so weird… I had a feeling you slept well! Maybe it’s because you turned your phone off, and didn’t read softcopy - or didn’t txt my about it later 😜 - and you’ve usually responded by now. So I pictured you completely slumped - and even had the though that you probably slept all nghtt

<b>Sam:</b> I even beat you to bed

<b>Dave:</b> Like I said in my msg, I woke up feeling close to you. So maybe it’s the vibe 🤷‍♂️

<b>Dave:</b> Ikr! I was shocked when I got that msg

<b>Dave:</b> Are you still in bed?

<b>Sam:</b> I love your sweet messages in the morning. YOU are super affirming.

<b>Sam:</b> No. Hopping into the shower. I still have to drive into the damn office lol.

<b>Sam:</b> I’ll message you in a bit
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<b>Dave:</b> I’m glad you love them. I love sending them.

<b>Sam:</b> They make my morning!

<b>Dave:</b> Glad you talked me into this whole voice msg thing 😛

<b>Sam:</b> Hehehe

<b>Sam:</b> None of my pants fit and I’m getting pissed off.

<b>Dave:</b> I hate when that happens!!

<b>Dave:</b> Also, welcome to the club 🙄

<b>Dave:</b> Unless they’re too BIG.

<b>Dave:</b> Jan 27, 2026  8:51:14 AM The FU
Then FU

<b>Sam:</b> Yea fucking right lol

── 09:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And I am crushing life today let me tell you I just left. I just ran a red light and I also just noticed that I'm gonna need gas so don't you hate it when you do that like you get into your car and you're like oh God, I gotta go gas, but like I can wait until tomorrow tomorrow. I'll be in the mood to go get gas and then of course you're not tomorrow you're fucking scrambling around already late. Why do I do this to myself seriously Good morning how are you? Is the weather like done? Is it thawed like what's happening over there because I think well it's Tuesday anyway so people are working from home but I think I saw a message that Southlake is closed like fully closed again today so what the fuck I'm very curious if Michael made it there for his ELP stuff because I don't know if I told you but he messaged me yesterday and was like hey did you make it to Dallas and I said no and I'm like I canceled on Friday I said what about you and he's like well. My first flight got canceled for this morning, but I was able to rebook on another one. So I'm still flying out today so then like a few hours later he messaged me again. He's like well. My flight has a 2 1/2 hour delay out and I'm like has the EOP program even said anything like our people still coming and he was like well they pushed it out a day so now we're doing just Wednesday and Thursday instead of Tuesday through Thursday and I'm like I don't understand the point but whatever so anyway I'm very curious if he actually made it. And then also Scott Smith I was talking to Josh yesterday and Scott Smith was supposed to I can't remember exactly he was supposed to go to Dallas for a board meeting and He I think was gonna make a stop through Phoenix on his way for like to see people or something and he left Denver yesterday morning made it to Phoenix then his flight to Dallas got canceled so he literally was in Phoenix for from 10 AM to 5 PM and then just flew back to fucking Denver Literally less than a day trip fucking crazy so I don't know

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, and then this will tell you like how out of it I was last night normally I wear shorts to bed because I get so fucking hot and never wear socks because what the fuck well I went to bed last night with pants on and with socks and like normally if I have socks on it, it's like OK I'm gonna take them off like you know before I actually fall asleep. Nope slept the entire night with socks on and pants. And was not hot and was so cozy maybe I'm onto something maybe this is the trick where socks every night to bed I don't know but then also so I dig it up at like 515 when Christian got up because of course the dogs woke up so then the dogs went outside did all that and then I was like OK I'm gonna go back to bed until six which normally I can't do because the dogs are up and then they're like two of them will start wrestling and all that sort of shit no they all got in bed with me And I gave three of them bass last night so like they're all like smelling pretty good specially Arwin and she's so soft and she got on like my pillow with me and then Levi was on Christian's pillow and the other three were just like at my feet and we all slept until seven and Arwin She was in like the perfect spot where my chin was just resting right on top of her head and she was two in her little snoring and it was like it was the best. It was the best little morning session ever so now unfortunately I have to go into work, but it would've been a great like Friday morning for sure could've slept for like two more hours.

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And so they not fit in my pants part I weighed myself I weigh the exact same so I definitely must be related to my cycle such bullshit cause literally last week I was like oh like like I can see progress from actually going to the gym and then this week it's like it looks like I haven't gone to the gym in three months so that's so fucking annoying but also speaking of my cycle. I was thinking maybe that's why I'm. Feeling a certain sort of like doom and gloom and sadness about after I see you in a couple weeks that probably explains it not that the feelings aren't valid but I think that's why they're like more prominent right now so all this to say I really wonder what kind of mood I'm gonna be in when I do see you Is that gonna be my crying week? Is that gonna be my I hate everybody week is that gonna be my I wanna eat everything this week or is that gonna be? I feel sexy. We all know man there's a lot of possibilities.

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh my God OK so that was a lot Crushing your life, I laughed out loud at that actually And No, I actually don't remember what it's like to have to get gas that must must suck Anyway, yeah, so I like If everything was canceled and nobody's gonna be at the office, I'm not sure why Michael was coming in Like that seems weird that crossed my mind like last week too like that like if the ELP people aren't gonna be there to do the class And what they do here but anyway, yeah I don't know. Let me know what happened with that. Yes, so that was pretty cute with the dogs in Arwin lay it on you And that's the best when they're nice and clean it's my favorite of course both of mine are fucking disgusting again somehow after only like two weeks but yeah maybe it was the pants and socks that that did it did the trick for you and it's funny that's what I was thinking too. You actually said I think maybe that's what did the trick and right before that I was like maybe that's what did the trick. So yeah, and then you're your cycle moods got who the fuck knows you've been saying like for the last three weeks Wonder if this is my week I wonder if this is my week wonder if this is my week I know what you mean it probably is related somehow you know how that goes Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good today Still wanna get out of the fucking house But the weather I think it's done like precipitating but the road so I'm looking at the camera now and the roads are still covered but looks like things are starting to people are coming out. Think things are starting to like open up like there's workers across the street remodeling the house now and stuff like that. Eric said we might be working from home again tomorrow depending on what the roads look like but I think it's gonna get up to like 50 or something today or maybe 40s so the snow will start and I will start melting off but I'm probably freeze again overnight so if the hell knows

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[Transcription] Oh, and regarding what would phase you're gonna be in when you get here so far I think I can work with any of them so you know that we can eat a bunch stuff we can cry together We can cut some throats. I'm really down for whatever I mean. Hopefully you're also pretty horny during whichever phase. It is but willing to work with you.

<b>Sam:</b> You’re the absolute best

<b>Sam:</b> Oh yea!! You and your fucking Tesla!!! Ugh

<b>Sam:</b> Buckle up baby! Me and my cycle ! 🤪

<b>Sam:</b> You’re the absolute best

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<b>Sam:</b> I love you ❤️

<b>Dave:</b> I love you baby ❤️

<b>Dave:</b> You said “doom and gloom” but from my perspective you feel more affectionate and chatty, if anything.

<b>Sam:</b> 🤔 that’s an interesting observation

<b>Dave:</b> My whole vibe from last night… warm and connected.

<b>Dave:</b> Lots of love, fun conversation (hypotheticals)

<b>Dave:</b> Pretty light in general

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Well, it's funny you say that because I was thinking either this morning or last night I'm laughing because Laughing I feel like I'm turning into having an anxious attachment style like I told you yesterday I can normally take it or leave it like and I know that sounds really bad but even dating Christian All the whole time yes like there's been love there. It's like any of my recent ex-boyfriend if any of them came to me one day and was like hey like this isn't working out, you know I think that we should just be friends I'd be like cool great Go out your way I don't get to hung up and I think it's could be a couple reasons. It could be because they weren't right for me or because I've had walls up. Unknowingly for quite a while, but I feel super vulnerable with you and I don't know I don't like it like it like feelings are super involved and yeah, I'll be fine with whatever but it's just gonna hit me harder so I feel like maybe I am being more affectionate because I actually want to be in Weird

<b>Sam:</b> You’ve got me all fucked up

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, I totally get it and so the first thing that stands out is you're like it is cute is that you're like laughing because I don't know I'm just laughing and you know I think you're so used to feeling doom and gloom and dread that like a set of my text or whatever I think like you say that, but I think you're also feeling a lot of other good feelings, right I'm not saying that you don't feel those other bad ones too, but I wonder if you like I don't wanna say romanticize those feelings emphasize the bad ones right yourself Yeah, I don't know. Just just kind of thoughts. And then not the new I think It's probably like a lot of the way you are or have been with relationships stems from What happened with Bucky? You've probably had walls up. In fact I think you've told me as much just outright. That so that kind of didn't happen again right you've had those walls up and you haven't let anybody in and then I come in and for whatever reason we're able to be vulnerable with each other and that's a whole new thing for you. I guess I'm not trying to put words in your mouth, but it is for me. For sure like it's a whole new level of intimacy and trust and lots of things So yeah, feelings are super And yeah, like the other thing is Yeah, I feel like as affectionate as you have been I love it, of course, cause I feel very much the same way and I'm very inclined to show it to you and tell you you know about how I feel, which is unusual for me too And from like what I know about you, it's completely unusual for you to like think about how you're not a snuggle or you're not a typically affectionate you're not A PDA type person Lots of things that are exactly the opposite of what we've both been talking about we want to do so much with each other Yeah, even it even stood out last night when and I know this was just fancy talk, of course, but but still it stood out, and that was that you said something about flirting and touching each other you know in the back or the thigh out in public and which is completely the opposite of what I would ever have expected you to say I mean, I'm coming to expect that now because I'm realizing, but I mean like the old Sam I guess So yeah, there's a lot going on and I kinda like it and hate it as well But you're the best thank you for being you

<b>Sam:</b> Jaded - that’s my normal attitude towards relationships

<b>Sam:</b> What if I become an affectionate loving person?!?!

Dude that’s disgusting

<b>Sam:</b> I am still listening to your message and literally just texted that before you basically said the same thing lol

<b>Dave:</b> I like to think you’ll only ever be like that with me 😉

<b>Sam:</b> Duh

<b>Sam:</b> I basically hate everyone else lol

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<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I don't know if I ever showed you those screenshots from that robot therapist app, but like one of the first day or days I was talking to it It told me that I have a vulnerability problem. I'm like what the fuck are you talking about like I'm extremely vulnerable where my heart on my sleeve people know what I feel and it was basically like no you totally have your walls up and I'm like it like dawned on me that maybe I do or I at least have an I have an exterior. The jaded piece that is how I project Myself to the world And I didn't really think of that as like a vulnerability problem that's fucking wild to me, but maybe that is the case and I don't know it's unsettling to like this isn't just about you but it's a lot about you because you're the one that I'm vulnerable with, but it's very unsettling In a few ways, one if you feel like you're walking through life being a vulnerable person and then it turns out maybe you're actually not that's unsettling in itself because it makes you question who you are and who you think you are and then the other pieces is it's unsettling whenever you find yourself actually being vulnerable with somebody Even more vulnerable than you feel like you already were so I don't know it's it feels good and I really like what you said about it. It's a whole other level of intimacy and trust because that is what it is for sure so in that since it feels really good, but in another sense. And my stubborn sense I'm like oh fuck this like this isn't gonna serve me well type of mentality maybe that's what I was referring to with the doom and gloom. If that makes any sense that was a lot of rambling. Sorry I feel like you're probably used to it by now, though.

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, I'm so used to it. That doesn't even sound like rambling anymore. It's just normal normal Sam, but I mean that makes total sense. Totally get why it's not like it's not like a good survival skill you know what I mean it is in a way, but like I can understand one to be hardened to that and not be vulnerable Just like avoid the dangers that come with that But I think the trick is to And now you have seen the next level, he thought you were vulnerable and now you've seen the next level of that and two learning to like accept it and recognize it like when to be vulnerable to not be who to let who do not like that is kind of the next thing I would guess but now, yeah totally get it

<b>Sam:</b> Is Juliet home again today?

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah

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<b>Dave:</b> I can still talk 😉

<b>Dave:</b> And she’s down in her room

<b>Sam:</b> Not the same lol

<b>Sam:</b> But fine 😘

<b>Dave:</b> I feel ya.

<b>Dave:</b> But hey, at least we don’t sleep in the same bed 🤷‍♂️

<b>Sam:</b> 🙄

<b>Sam:</b> When did you guys start that? I know you said but can’t remember. Like a year ago?

<b>Dave:</b> It was probably a year ago she finally admitted it. She would go to bed and then wake up at some point and go back to sleep on the sofa for the last 10 years. So she could turn the tv on.

<b>Dave:</b> And she started actually GOING to the spare room a few years ago when she started having to be on call. And after that it just gradually became every night.

<b>Sam:</b> I can’t imagine sleeping on a sofa for like 2 nights, let alone years 🤯

<b>Dave:</b> Oh me either.

<b>Dave:</b> She’s fine with it though

<b>Dave:</b> As long as there’s something on tv lol

<b>Sam:</b> That is wild to me lol

<b>Dave:</b> Whatever, I’m not complaining

<b>Sam:</b> But to each their own

<b>Sam:</b> BUTTTTT….

<b>Sam:</b> It kind of makes me wonder what kind of sleeper you are if she’d rather sleep on an uncomfortable couch than next to your ass 😂😂😂

Normal

<b>Dave:</b> I have legit punched her in the face at night 😅

<b>Sam:</b> WHAT!!!

<b>Sam:</b> how!!!

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Like the way, I turn over in bed like when I change sides Yeah, it's like kind of in one movement it really kind of like a jujutsu move that I do And like I guess like sometimes or at this time or whatever I did it and my left arm was either asleep or it was just flopping around and it just like cracked her right in the face like my fist was bald up too, and it just cracked her right in the face. It wasn't super hard hard enough to like hurt and wake her up and wake me up. But it's kinda like we got whipped around like as I turned over real quick if that makes sense

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<b>Sam:</b> Yuckkk. Where are you headed?

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Dude, what is with you and needing to make movements and just one one swift move why are you like this? You have to get into bed in one move. You have to get out of your car and when move you have to turn around in one move what's happening here? I don't know now. I feel like I'm gonna be on edge if you freaking deck me in the face or anywhere around the body I'm going to smother you with a pillow.

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, so it's just it's just who I am. It's I think it is. It's about efficiency you know. But no, I probably won't hit you. That's only happened a couple times one really bad. But you know what actually, I take that back when I was a kid my bed, but I had wallpaper on my walls and select through my teens When I moved out or when I moved to bed one time I realized there was like 100 little nicks in the wallpaper and I was like what the fuck is that and I never understood like what it was until one night or one morning or something I was like barely awake, but I went to roll over and my arm like hit the Wall and my fingernail like chipped, a piece of the wallpaper because of how my arm flopped over So I guess I've been doing that all my life cause I did I didn't really even think about that until just now And then, yeah, like there's another thing with jujutsu where like so in general Once I had been doing it for a while, like my everyday movements started to utilize the movements that I learned in jiu-jitsu because they're more more efficient and more just easier or take less effort than one of those is kind of like to move yourself around you kind of post yourself up like a picture yourself laying down flat and then you like Plant your right heel and your left shoulder or your right shoulder either and lift yourself up off the ground so now the only two points that are touching your right heel and your left shoulder and you can pivot right there so you can turn from laying flat on your back, basically to laying on your stomach and just one like think of like a hammock So that's how I like move myself around when I'm on the ground. It's just like just natural now and another thing that I realized when I was doing that is I want to change my oil one time and I was I went to like shimmy under the truck and I remember. Like that's the worst fucking thing ever is trying to get under a car cause it's it's on the ground like it. Scratches ear and it hurts and it sucks and it's like bump your head on shit and it's like dirty but the first time I went to do it after I've been doing jiu-jitsu a while I realized I learned like this whole new kind of. Framework for moving around on the ground, and I was able to shimmy myself up under the truck with like super great ease like it was no problem whatsoever, and that was the first time I realized how jujutsu lens itself to your daily life. Another one another instance is I realize that. Like all three or four sets of sheets for the bed we had it was a queen size bed So it's been years since we got rid of that but all of the sheets for were worn down like in each corner kind of and I was like what the fuck why is this happening like this? I don't understand why it's one here in here and like one of them actually like tour and that's what made me start thinking about it and turns out I realized that it's that motion that I described where it's called threading the needle. Where I pivot off of my like heel and shoulder, so the heel side, I've done it for so long and through all of these sets of sheets like over the course of a couple years that it had worn to wear the fabric out like And where my feet were and if it had been on the other way around, then it would be like the opposite corner so anyway yeah that's what that's about And No, no no never mind

<b>Sam:</b> You are something else lol. Like a creature of habit in a lot of ways.

<b>Dave:</b> Oh yeah… I’m dropping off some outgoing packages and then heading to the gym

<b>Sam:</b> Yay! Glad you’re getting out of the house

<b>Sam:</b> You are something else lol. Like a creature of habit in a lot of ways.

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<b>Dave:</b> I’m EFFICIENT

<b>Sam:</b> Sure sure

<b>Sam:</b> Project managers are worthless

<b>Dave:</b> What’s up?

<b>Sam:</b> I do not understand their purpose

<b>Sam:</b> Wasted space

<b>Sam:</b> Most of them don’t know wtf they are doing

<b>Sam:</b> Disjointed communication

<b>Sam:</b> Lack of agendas

<b>Sam:</b> I’m trying to stay SEMI in the know how on this India GCC shit and I’m like wtf is going on

<b>Sam:</b> So many access problems

<b>Sam:</b> We can’t even review whatever the fuck slop they’re documenting

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah they’re usually pretty worthless

<b>Sam:</b> A fucking monkey could do better

<b>Sam:</b> We (Schwab) have literally paid EY a fuck ton of money for this GCC stuff for them to come back and tell us oh, our biggest recommendations? Update your policies and standards to specifically say India

<b>Sam:</b> Ummmm no. 1. That’s your recommendation?? 2. We aren’t calling out every single country we do business in in all of our documents. 3.  You are stupid. Why do we need you

<b>Dave:</b> I’ve never been able to figure out how those professional service firms are doing anything anyone here couldn’t do…

<b>Dave:</b> Like, google some shit, make a nice ppt… $5000000000 pleasethanks

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<b>Sam:</b> Right?!? Ugh

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So Chanel just ping me and she's like his Michael and I'm like yeah because they didn't call off the program and she's like the office is probably going to be closed tomorrow and Thursday or at least like at a minimum people working from home and I'm like last he told me the program is still on and they wrote to come into the office. I'm like let me ping him so I ping him and he's like yeah they just gave us an update that people are working from home tomorrow but since the corporate office is open, we're gonna go in and Chanel is like losing her shit. She knows like this is so dumb. We even told the board that we're not gonna have an in person board meeting so I'm pretty sure the FCRM can like handle not having people in person and I'm like I don't know man he's already there like he's physically there when she's like I'm on it. All right, well I guess little terms ass around and go back to Chicago. I mean, what a freaking waste.

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<b>Sam:</b> *unfollow* I don’t need that negativity in my life 😂😂

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<b>Dave:</b> That guys good!!

<b>Dave:</b> One of my favorites is when a native Portuguese speaker who knows some English is showing you a move.

If he wants you to move up closer to the opponents head he’ll say something like:

You, you… you cum in his face… cum in face

<b>Dave:</b> It’s the best

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<b>Dave:</b> That guys good!!
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<b>Dave:</b> One of my favorites is when a native Portuguese speaker who knows some English is showing you a move.

If he wants you to move up closer to the opponents head he’ll say something like:

You, you… you cum in his face… cum in face

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<b>Dave:</b> It’s the best
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<b>Sam:</b> Did it feel good to get back into the gym? And leave the house? Lol

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No

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<b>Sam:</b> Sexy man

<b>Sam:</b> Your pecs look good in that shirt 😍😍

<b>Dave:</b> Gotta try to actually get sexy in the next 13 days 😝

<b>Sam:</b> I know this feeling! 😩

<b>Sam:</b> I know this feeling! 😩
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<b>Dave:</b> Jan 27, 2026 12:29:58 PM Thanks! It’s the short, really 😒
Thanks! It’s the shirt, really 😒

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Ugh

<b>Dave:</b> F cardio

<b>Sam:</b> Amennnnnn fucking hate cardio

<b>Dave:</b> I hate being on a machine for that long

<b>Sam:</b> I don’t mind the machine. I just mind the sweating and the desire to off myself

<b>Dave:</b> How’s your day going?

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

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<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I actually am in a groove with work, which is nice but it's 1215 and I haven't gotten any food and I probably won't and then I'm gonna be super hungry but I don't wanna leave to go get food. It's too cold outside. I really wish I could just Have somebody deliver something to me? But I don't maybe I should just go to the shitty café oh God Life is sad anyway Day is fine I Have a lot of work to do, but I'm getting there and also tonight I am meeting up with a friend for some drinks so that'll be fun but also tiring I have to get up before like 5 AM tomorrow morning because I have to take Arwin and one of her siblings to get spayed and neutered so I have to be on the road by like 6:15 in the morning Suck ass So anyway, I'm already grumpy. Thinking about getting up at the ass crack of dawn, especially after having a few drinks oh my God.

<b>Dave:</b> Why not door dash?

<b>Sam:</b> That seems super lazy

<b>Sam:</b> Do ppl do that

<b>Sam:</b> At work

<b>Dave:</b> Ooof. Yeah that’s early af

<b>Dave:</b> Gonna be a long day

<b>Dave:</b> Maybe you can get a nap in at some point though 😊

<b>Sam:</b> I won’t be home until about 6 unfortunately but that’s ok

<b>Dave:</b> Maybe just early bedtime then lol

<b>Sam:</b> Now we are talking

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<b>Sam:</b> Now we are talking
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<b>Sam:</b> How is YOUR day going?

<b>Dave:</b> Pretty good. Glad I got out to the gym!

<b>Dave:</b> Pretty normal other than that

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So this weekend, I'm debating on what I can handle because there's a lot of people in and if I don't have time to decompress I get Barry Out of sorts so Saturday I am going out to lunch with Xander and Molly and it's Molly's birthday and that'll be like a few hours and then I'm supposed to go to dinner that night an hour away With a bunch of friends from the rescue, the ones of us that got out of the rescue and that would obviously be a few hours so basically Saturday's shot and then I gotta get up early on Sunday and drive 2+ hours to Sedona to see Candace and then go hiking for a few hours with her and then drive all the way back and then by the time I get back it's gonna be like Let's say 7 PM and then my weekend is over and I've had no time to clean or even really be home. The dogs are probably gonna be crazy because they haven't had any exercise or really anybody paying attention to them and I just don't think I can do it. I think I gotta like cut something out. It's gonna suck but then I also have FOMO from not doing the things.

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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, that's not fun busy it's draining busy Yeah, so I mean, FOMO is temporary that's one thing so I guess you could ask yourself which thing would you be happiest about doing the most on Monday? I guess that's when we look at it. You could Rank those things by like how How easy day it would be to reschedule or how much you'd actually be missing out If you want, my opinion, I would say Probably cancel or reschedule the dinner with the Rescue people Because of course, I think Candice is probably like a solid yes Kind of sucks going to Sedona. I thought she was coming to Phoenix. So that that's kind of gay but Yeah, you gotta have time. I mean I think there's your answer already. You already know that if you don't have time to. Decompress a whole weekend that's gonna be shot and you're gonna feel like shit Monday And then on top of that, have a dirty house and crazy dogs so Somethings Gotta give I don't know what Think about what you want the most I guess like which one is campus Which one is would make you the most tiring, which one's the most tiring Probably that would be driving to sit down Which one of those would cause the least devotional fallout if you canceled like Molly would probably be pretty upset just since you just a kid And then I don't know really what it's like with the rescue girls, but Or if Would understand I don't know Think about that and let me know

<b>Sam:</b> I can’t listen yet but why am I sitting here on a call just soooo incredibly horny for you 🥵🥵

<b>Dave:</b> I love your sultry message expressing how horny you are 🥵

<b>Sam:</b> Dude!!!

<b>Dave:</b> Yes?

<b>Sam:</b> Jan 27, 2026  2:32:06 PM The fucking HISTORICAL SOCIETY of my hometown posted my entire senior year yearbooks
The fucking HISTORICAL SOCIETY of my hometown posted my entire senior year yearbook

<b>Sam:</b> Historical….fuckkkkk you

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<b>Dave:</b> Lmao, right??

<b>Dave:</b> Let’s see it

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<b>Sam:</b> Ah ok so Mike Whitaker here was my “first love” and the guy I lost my virginity too. He is also the one that went to prison for drugs. Did I ever tell you about him? I think so

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See if you can spot me on this one

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<b>Dave:</b> Look at you!  Best physique ☺️

<b>Sam:</b> That was a lotttttaa lbs ago lol

<b>Dave:</b> 🙄 It still shows

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<b>Dave:</b> 🙄 It still shows

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<b>Dave:</b> Nice

<b>Sam:</b> Ah ok so Mike Whitaker here was my “first love” and the guy I lost my virginity too. He is also the one that went to prison for drugs. Did I ever tell you about him? I think so
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<b>Dave:</b> Lol, yeah I’m pretty sure

<b>Sam:</b> Definitely did not attend college or graduate at the top of his class lmao

<b>Dave:</b> That sounds very familiar

<b>Dave:</b> Lol, I was gonna ask 🤣

<b>Dave:</b> And more important than you being tired… WHO TF AM I GOING TO SEXT ALL WEEKEND?! 😫

<b>Sam:</b> You’re going to have your OWN plans 🙄🙄

<b>Sam:</b> I still am on this freaking meeting

<b>Dave:</b> You ARE my plans right now lol

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<b>Sam:</b> Noooo you’ll be gone like all day Saturday with wedding shit

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<b>Sam:</b> So I shared the high school yr book thing with the team and now we decided next csrm all hands icebreaker will be high school photos

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<b>Dave:</b> Good idea

<b>Sam:</b> So we are adding them in and Foye said I look like a redhead Nicki Glaser

<b>Sam:</b> I do not see that

<b>Sam:</b> She does have a long face though now that I look at it

<b>Sam:</b> Noooo you’ll be gone like all day Saturday with wedding shit
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<b>Dave:</b> No, just that evening

<b>Sam:</b> Long enough!!! lol

<b>Sam:</b> Finally meeting free

<b>Sam:</b> Sigh you’re right. I’ll give up the rescue dinner bc they’re the most draining and drama

<b>Dave:</b> I think that’s the move. And it’s still going to be a packed weekend

<b>Sam:</b> Yea I definitely need to see molly and Zander. It’s been so long

<b>Sam:</b> Also I gotta figure out what to get her for a bday gift. Which is impossible considering I have no idea what she’s into these days.

<b>Sam:</b> I just had a fleeting image of my back against a wall and you reaching down to finger me and the thought made me literally close my eyes and sigh in pleasure

<b>Sam:</b> 😩

<b>Dave:</b> 🥵

<b>Dave:</b> That’s so hot!

<b>Dave:</b> I feel like we’re living in a romance novel lol

<b>Dave:</b> We’re going to have sooo many things to try 😏

<b>Sam:</b> A part of me is like lets save some stuff for the next time butttttt 🤷‍♀️

<b>Sam:</b> I think we will just naturally try whatever feels right in the moment 🫠

<b>Dave:</b> I’m sure we’ll be able to come up with plenty of stuff for next time too lol

<b>Dave:</b> We never cease to amaze me

<b>Dave:</b> Jan 27, 2026  3:28:34 PM Plus we’ve probably already got far more than we’ll be able to get to lmao
Plus we’ve probably already got far more than we’ll be able to get to in two days lmao

<b>Dave:</b> Especially since you’re an affectionate snuggler now! That will take up some time too

<b>Sam:</b> Ok let’s calm down. Let’s see how much I can ACTUALLY do lol

<b>Sam:</b> Not to mention - are my insides going to be hollowed out?! 😂 am I going to have ANYTHING left? Am I going to be able to walk? 🤪

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<b>Dave:</b> lol, I love you 😘

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<b>Dave:</b> Not if I have anything to do with it

<b>Dave:</b> LMAO you heart this… But PUMP THE BRAKES on the snuggling

<b>Sam:</b> Ok let’s calm down. Let’s see how much I can ACTUALLY do lol

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<b>Dave:</b> LMAO you heart this… But PUMP THE BRAKES on the snuggling
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<b>Sam:</b> Lololol

<b>Sam:</b> Snuggling is FOREIGN to me ok!!!!

<b>Sam:</b> I wonder if you are going to be able to tell if I tense up? 🤔

<b>Sam:</b> lol

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah

<b>Sam:</b> It would be like you holding a door lmao

<b>Dave:</b> I’m pretty highly attuned to small body movements

<b>Sam:</b> Think you can read my body language? Just in general?

<b>Dave:</b> Idk about that, but, again, BJJ is all about reading/feeling physical queues

<b>Dave:</b> So when I’m connected (touching), I can tell what you’re going to do before you even know lol

<b>Dave:</b> And what about holding a door?

<b>Sam:</b> I’m saying if I tense up, you will feel like you’re holding/snuggling a door lol. Bc that’s how tense I can get.

<b>Sam:</b> I’m saying if I tense up, you will feel like you’re holding/snuggling a door lol. Bc that’s how tense I can get.
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<b>Dave:</b> Lmao

<b>Dave:</b> I thought you meant it was awkward for you if I held the door hahaha

<b>Dave:</b> You’ll be fine.

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

<b>Dave:</b> And if not, you’ll definitely relax when I choke your ass out 😴

<b>Sam:</b> OK that does NOT count. You need to have my consent to snuggle. You don’t get to just choke me out lol

<b>Sam:</b> OK that does NOT count. You need to have my consent to snuggle. You don’t get to just choke me out lol
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<b>Dave:</b> Lol

<b>Dave:</b> You’ll never see it coming

<b>Sam:</b> Oh but I’ll know when I come to!

<b>Dave:</b> True

<b>Dave:</b> Hopefully you won’t have pissed yourself

<b>Sam:</b> I’ll make you sleep in it!!

<b>Sam:</b> What if you’re secretly…a murderer

<b>Sam:</b> And this is all just to lure me in

<b>Sam:</b> And you’ve been playing the long con

<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha

<b>Dave:</b> Shhhhh

<b>Sam:</b> And you’re going to make me turn off my location, too!! So no one can find me

<b>Sam:</b> I’ll make you sleep in it!!

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<b>Dave:</b> There have been many times where I’ve been fighting a choke - because every technique has multiple escapes and counters - and I’d be like: I’m good, I’m good, I’m go…. *wakes up*

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<b>Dave:</b> lol, I love you 😘
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<b>Sam:</b> I love you!! I thought about you the entire drive home. Totally wet 🤤 I can’t get you out of my mind.

<b>Dave:</b> Same!

<b>Dave:</b> You’re always wet

<b>Dave:</b> You better make sure you’re staying hydrated

<b>Sam:</b> I’m like a horny 16 yr old again. It is honestly insane

<b>Dave:</b> ….and you thought there was something wrong with you

<b>Sam:</b> I’m like I’m a grown ass woman. What is going ON

<b>Dave:</b> I totally get it. Exactly the same for me

<b>Sam:</b> I’m just not going to be satisfied until I’m actually with you again and get a release that way.

<b>Dave:</b> Were you doing something tonight? Or is it just early in the am?

<b>Sam:</b> I’m going out to get drinks with a friend tonight

<b>Sam:</b> We became friends bc she adopted one of my foster puppies a yr ago! Lol

<b>Dave:</b> Ahh that’s right

<b>Dave:</b> That’s awesome!

<b>Dave:</b> Where are you going? Getting lemon drops?

<b>Sam:</b> Jan 27, 2026  5:43:58 PM I have been been to this place. It’s called Quench Tapas and Taps and they better have some vodka!
I have not been to this place. It’s called Quench Tapas and Taps and they better have some vodka!

<b>Sam:</b> God what if it’s just beer

<b>Dave:</b> Do you feel like being FULL after drinking half a glass of gross piss?

<b>Sam:</b> Yea I physically can’t drink beer

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

I can’t either lol. Even in the rare occasion I get a taste for it, I take like 2 sips and I’m like

<b>Sam:</b> Yasss just looked at their site and they have craft cocktails

<b>Sam:</b> And I scroll and this is the first drink I see

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

<b>Sam:</b> Looks pretty lemon droppy to me

<b>Sam:</b> It’s probably not but close enough!! lol

<b>Dave:</b> You’ve been pretty funny again today 😋

<b>Dave:</b> Yesterday too actually

<b>Sam:</b> Excuse me - I’m funny every day

<b>Dave:</b> You are, you are

<b>Dave:</b> But the last couple days 👌

<b>Dave:</b> Probably has something to do with your cycle 🤪

<b>Sam:</b> Ok I have to start tracking my moods again so I can figure out what week is what in my cycle

<b>Dave:</b> I think the latest iOS has a tracker built in

<b>Sam:</b> And I have a feeling that it’s not as clean as on Monday, I start feeling this way and every Monday after my mood shifts.

<b>Dave:</b> Oh for sure

<b>Sam:</b> It’s more like “suddenly, beginning at 11:52am on a Wednesday, I started feeling the urge to bash someone’s head in”

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<b>Sam:</b> Christian brought up a date day/night again and why does it feel like I’m cheating on YOU 😩😬

<b>Dave:</b> Why do I feel like you’re cheating on my 🫣

<b>Dave:</b> I shouldn’t say that. I don’t!

<b>Dave:</b> Do you like, want to go on a date night with try him?

<b>Sam:</b> I mean, we both do need to continue living our lives  and that includes hanging out with our significant others.

Do I want to be intimate with him though? No 🫤

<b>Sam:</b> Bc we are in so deep in *waves arms around*

<b>Dave:</b> Because if you do, obviously that’s totally fine

<b>Dave:</b> He is your boyfriend 🙄

<b>Dave:</b> But I’m actually curious how you feel about it, aside from the me part.

<b>Sam:</b> I mean, we both do need to continue living our lives  and that includes hanging out with our significant others.

Do I want to be intimate with him though? No 🫤
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<b>Sam:</b> Yea if there was no you, I’d hang out and enjoy doing things. Bc I genuinely enjoy being out of the house and doing things.

<b>Sam:</b> But my initial reaction is that it feels wrong

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<b>Dave:</b> Ugh…

<b>Dave:</b> I feel… ways. But I’m not sure how to express them tbh.

── 20:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> Try

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I am

<b>Dave:</b> I’ve been thinking about it, and also just need to get time

── 21:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Hi, so it's been about three hours since I texted and you haven't said anything other than you feel certain sort of ways and I'm just wondering have you had time to process? Also, I'm heading home now. I'm picking up Kai first and then I'm heading home. I've had two lemon drops. They were delicious and. It was a good time, but I have also missed hearing from you

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Hey baby, I'm sorry I didn't mean to leave you hanging like that especially on like an ominous Obvious text like I feel ways about things but yeah I just it did make me feel weird and I have been like trying to think about it and I wrote some stuff out that I'll go ahead and text you, but I also just want to hear my voice cause I'm totally cool and I totally missed you too and I'm sorry that I know it has been like three hours and I don't know the last time we've gone three hours without communicating so That's sorry I didn't mean to like scare you. We're not breaking up. I'm glad you had a good time. That's awesome and had some women drops. I hope you're feeling good and I can't wait to have something with you soon. I love you.

<b>Sam:</b> Hmph

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

<b>Dave:</b> That “if there was no me…” line hit me in a weird way. I can’t even name it… jealousy, heartbreak, something… but I think it just reminded me how complicated *waves arms around* is.

It also messed with the picture I’ve painted in my head that things with him are basically over… true or not, it’s the picture. So imagining you having a great time with him conflicts with that and ofc makes me feel a little sick 🙄

And when I hear “date night,” my brain jumps straight to you two having sex and I also get that sick feeling, even though I know reality is more complicated. I feel the same kind of “wrong” feeling about Juliet.

I’m not saying any of this to make you feel guilty or to change what you do. I just want to be honest about what it brings up in me. And I’m not doubting what you’ve told me or where we stand.

<b>Dave:</b> I know I know, I’m sorry baby 🙏

<b>Sam:</b> OK well now I feel bitchy about my saltiness

<b>Sam:</b> Lol

<b>Dave:</b> No no, be salty 😜

<b>Dave:</b> Jan 27, 2026  9:36:22 PM That feeling passed pretty quickly and i spent more time trying to describe it than i did actually feeling it
That feeling passed pretty quickly and i spent more time trying to describe it than i did actually feeling it 🙄

<b>Sam:</b> lol ok well that’s good

<b>Dave:</b> But ofc, trying to describe it made me feel it again so…

<b>Dave:</b> Total catch 22

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I need to talk quick cause Kai is like walking to the car but I mean totally hear everything you're saying and Unfortunately, just like things are with you it's not that easy or that black and white you know so even With how much I feel about you and how much I love you and I truly like would love to be with you Like so much You know it's just like the reality is not that easy and so even though I don't want to be with Christian forever it's not like you know we're breaking up tomorrow Type of thing I would not equate date night with sex because That doesn't happen with us and also like I am really not convinced that he's not having sex with somebody else because it is kind of odd like how is it going this long without sex? It's just very interesting. But anyway, I understand why your brain goes that way but it's that's not date is not synonymous with sex I feel like no I know you and Juliet Are way more likely to have sex than Christian and I are and I don't like thinking about that either so I get it. You're not making me feel guilty. And I know you're not trying to change what I do thank you for being honest. I really appreciate that and of course I want you to be honest also. Yeah, this waves arms around everything is Complicated because it's not just sex between you and I like it's feels really fucking real So

<b>Sam:</b> Is my tipsy voice different than my sober voice?

<b>Dave:</b> Jan 27, 2026  9:45:39 PM Maybe a more… ominous? Idk lol. But the first part of that msg you sounded pretty sadder and more serous than usual, but then it kinda bounced back towards the end
Maybe a little more… ominous? Idk lol. But the first part of that msg you sounded pretty sadder and more serous than usual, but then it kinda bounced back towards the end
Maybe a little more… ominous? Idk lol. But the first part of that msg you sounded sadder and more serous than usual, but then it kinda bounced back towards the end

<b>Dave:</b> I love that we can talk about these things. Thank you so so much for being the way you are sweetie 👸

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<b>Sam:</b> I also love that we can talk about these things. Thank YOU for being open and honest with me. ❤️

── 21:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> Uh oh… the thumbs up emoji 😱

<b>Sam:</b> Sorry still driving. Almost home

<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, yeah I figured. You’re good baby

<b>Dave:</b> I am in bed though so if I go dark again, it’s because I fell asleep, not anything else 😋

── 22:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> Ok yeah, I don’t think I’m going to make it much longer. Don’t forget to wear your socks to bed so you get a good nights sleep! I love you so

<b>Dave:</b> 12 days 😊

<b>Sam:</b> I also love that we can talk about these things. Thank YOU for being open and honest with me. ❤️
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<b>Sam:</b> Go to bed baby. I love you. Sweet dreams!!
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── 23:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> He didn’t tease. He devoured. His tongue was a flat, relentless pressure against her clit before spearing deep inside her, tasting her with a guttural sound of approval that vibrated through her entire body. His free hand slid around to clutch the generous curve of her ass, kneading possessively as he ate her out with a focused intensity that robbed her of thought.

🥵

<b>Sam:</b> “Now we go back out there, have one more drink while you try not to blush every time you look at me, and then I’m going to take you back to that hotel room and fuck you until neither of us can remember our own names.”

❗️