2026-01-28
The ache started in her hip, a dull, familiar throb from a night spent twisting in sheets that smelled of laundry soap and absence. Sam sent the photo with a grimacing emoji—her reflection in the blurry bathroom mirror at dawn, shadows under her eyes, hair in a messy knot. Long day ahead, she’d typed. Dave’s reply was instantaneous. Beautiful. You’re always beautiful. Then, the playful dig about her new favorite emoji, the one with the suggestive smirk. It was their pattern: a lifeline of ordinary misery spun into gilded thread.
They talked of sleep, of dogs, of chaotic vet visits and ridiculous clothing sizes. “It’s a conspiracy,” Sam texted, fuming at the arbitrary numbers. “A size should be a fact, not a feeling.” Dave laughed, his messages warm pixels in her palm. For men, it’s just a measurement. For you, it’s a whole existential crisis. Their banter was a shared language, a four-year construction of inside jokes and understood silences.
Then, the shift. Almost imperceptible at first. A compliment about the line of her neck in the morning photo. A teasing remark about what might, or might not, be beneath her work dress. The digital air thickened.
You know, Dave wrote, the words appearing on her screen as she sat in her parked car after work, the only cure for that hip is a very specific kind of pressure. My hand. My palm. Working the pain out until it turns into something else.
Sam’s breath hitched. She typed, deleted, typed again. Prove it.
Prove what? That I know how to hurt you just right? he responded. You proved that for me. In an elevator.
The memory slammed into her, visceral and bright. Three months ago. A hotel, a conference. The discreet ding, the mirrored walls, the ascent from the lobby. They were the only ones inside. The professional facade had cracked over dinner; a touch on the wrist held a second too long. In the elevator, he’d simply turned her, his body a wall of heat at her back, his hand flattening possessively against her lower stomach to pull her into him. She’d felt every hard inch of him through the thin silk of her dress. His other hand had slid down, over the curve of her hip, and then lower, cupping her firmly through the fabric. A rough, deliberate knead. Not a tease. A claim. She’d gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder, her eyes meeting his in the mirror—his gaze dark, hungry, final. He’d held her there, motionless but for the rhythmic, pressing circle of his hand, until the doors opened on her floor. He’d released her without a word, and she’d walked out on trembling legs, soaked and utterly unraveled.
Now, in her car, her skin burned with the ghost of that hand. That wasn’t pain, she typed back, her fingers unsteady. That was you starting something you didn’t finish.
I’m finishing it now, his reply came. Are you still in that dress?
Yes.
Then lift it.
A jolt of pure electricity arced down her spine. She was in a public parking lot, the twilight sun washing everything in orange-gold. Anyone could walk by. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic, traitorous drum. The part of her that was all fierce, independent will reveled in the risk. He doesn’t ask. He knows. Her hand obeyed before her mind could protest, gathering the soft navy material, inching it up her thighs. The air-conditioned chill of the car kissed her skin.
Tell me what you see, he commanded.
My thighs. She swallowed. The seat. My…my hand.
Is your hand where mine should be?
Her own touch was a pale imitation, but she let her fingertips trace the lace edge of her underwear. A shaky sigh fogged the window slightly. No. It’s higher. On my stomach. Like yours was.
Move it lower. Now.
The order, crisp and absolute, liquefied something deep in her belly. She slid her hand down, under the elastic, through the slick evidence of her own wanting. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her lips.
Good girl. The praise was a drug. Now, tell me what you’re thinking about. Not the elevator. What you wanted next.
Her mind fractured into a thousand explicit images. His bald head bent between her thighs in that hypothetical hotel room. The heavy weight of him pinning her to the mattress. The sting of his palm on her backside, a sharp, bright counterpoint to the deep, filling ache. The obscene, wet sounds of their joining. She typed it in a frantic, run-on burst, no punctuation, just raw need scrawled across the screen.
His response was a single, devastating sentence. I wanted to hear you beg me to stop. I wanted to watch you realize you couldn’t.
Tears, hot and sudden, pricked her eyes. Not from sadness, but from the sheer, terrifying truth of it. He saw the hidden engine of her desire—not just surrender, but the annihilation of her own control. To be made to want, to be driven past the point of coherent thought.
Dave, she whispered aloud, her thumb hovering over the call button. But this, the tension, the written filth, was part of their ritual.
Do it, his next message read, as if he’d heard her unspoken plea. Touch yourself for me. Slow. Think about my mouth on you. Think about my tongue finding that perfect, desperate rhythm until you’re pushing my head away and pulling it closer at the same time. Think about me telling you to be quiet while you’re in a public parking lot, trying to swallow your own screams.
She followed the script of his fantasy. Her fingers moved, a poor substitute for his tongue but animated by his words. She pictured the intense focus on his face, the feel of his stubble against her inner thighs. Her hips lifted off the seat, seeking friction. The world outside the car blurred into irrelevant shapes.
I’m there, he typed. I’m with you. Let go. Come for me. Now.
It crashed over her with brutal, sweeping force. A silent, shuddering climax that clenched her whole body, her free hand slapping against the steering wheel to muffle her cry. Waves of pleasure, sharp and sweet, radiated from her core, momentarily erasing the hip pain, the work anxiety, the grief over the rescue dogs, the unbearable miles between Arizona and Texas. She was just sensation, owned and spent.
Breathless, trembling, she typed. …I did.
I know, he replied, seconds later. The simplicity held a universe of satisfaction. I felt you.
The aftermath was a hollow, tender ache. The longing was worse now, a physical wound. She rearranged her dress with shaky hands.
I hate how much I need you, she sent, the admission soft in the darkening car.
His reply was immediate, the dominant edge softened into something foundational, solid. I know. I need you the same way. It’s the best and worst thing that’s ever happened to me.
They sat in that shared, silent understanding for a moment, connected by the phantom threads of spent desire. The conversation from the day—the dogs, the sizes, the silly emojis—swirled around this central, immutable truth. Their love was a forbidden, complicated, all-consuming thing, built in the quiet spaces between texts, and proven, violently and beautifully, in the shuddering silence of a climax wrought by words alone.
Go inside, sweetheart, he wrote, his tone shifting to caretaker. Get some rest.
You too, she answered, love swelling behind her ribs, warm and heavy. Goodnight.
She turned off the phone, his presence lingering like a scent on her skin. The night ahead would still be long, and lonely. But it was theirs. Every whispered wish, every explicit fantasy, every tender goodbye—it was all a part of the intricate, desperate, glorious map they were drawing to find their way back to each other.
The glow of her phone screen was the only light in the dark bedroom. Sam stared at the selfie she’d sent him hours ago, the one he’d said pushed him over the edge. Her thumb traced the curve of her own smile in the photo. Eleven days. It felt like an eternity and a heartbeat all at once. The chaotic symphony of her day—the puppy pee disaster, the soul-sucking one-on-ones, the rescue drama that left her heart heavy—all of it faded into a low hum beneath the persistent, throbbing need he stirred in her just by existing.
Arizona was quiet outside her window, but Texas might as well have been another planet. Yet, in the digital space between them, he was right here. She could almost smell him, that clean, masculine scent she’d inhaled greedily in the back of that car on crazy night. Her hips twitched against the sheets at the memory. The shock of his fingers first touching her, then delving inside, finding her so embarrassingly, wonderfully ready. She’d grabbed his wrist, hadn’t she? A silent, desperate plea for more. She’d known then she was ruined for anyone else.
Her own hand slid under the waistband of her sweats, fingertips brushing through curls already damp with anticipation. She didn’t need visual aids anymore. Historically, she never had a face in her fantasies. Now, she had his. Bald head she loved to run her palms over. Those kind eyes that saw straight through her bravado. The solid width of his shoulders.
And his mouth. God, his mouth.
He’d had his tongue pierced once. The thought of that metal bead sliding against her clit, his skilled tongue working in tandem… A sharp gasp escaped her as she circled her own slick flesh. She imagined it was his thumb instead, applying just the right pressure.
In Texas, Dave lay on his side in the dark, achingly hard again just from replaying their texts. He’d tried to nap earlier and failed miserably, his cock a rigid, complaining weight against his stomach. Now, he slowly rolled onto his front just enough to mimic a position he craved: spooning her from behind, his erection nestled in the perfect warmth between her ass cheeks.
His mind constructed the scene with vivid detail—not a fantasy with faceless actors anymore, but her. It was after their reunion, after they’d already spent themselves once. They were in some anonymous hotel room they’d joke about naming later. The shower was still running in the ensuite; they were damp and sated but far from done.
In his fantasy-her dreamscape-reality—Sam is lying on her side facing away from him on cool sheets that smell faintly of bleach and their own sex. He fits himself behind her like a puzzle piece finally solved after four long years of searching. His arm drapes over her waist possessively. “You good?” he murmurs into the shell of her ear. A shiver runs through her “Mmhmm.”
He can feel every breath she takes against his chest One large hand splays across her flat stomach fingers splayed He skates them lower dipping beneath the elastic band of whatever panties he imagines she might wear which are already soaked through He groans “Fuck princess You’re still dripping for me”
“Always for you” she whispers pushing back against him deliberately grinding his rigid length where it’s trapped between them
It undoes him That simple confirmation He flips her onto her stomach before she can process the movement One strong hand pins the small of her back holding her down not with force but with absolute certainty The other hand fists in her hair pulling just enough to arch her spine presenting that gorgeous ass he thinks about all day every day
“My favorite view” he growls voice thick with desire
He doesn't ask He doesn't need to He hooks his fingers in whatever lace or cotton separates him from paradise and drags it down down over those cheeks until it's just pooled at her knees There's no barrier left just smooth warm skin and glistening pink folds already swollen for him
He remembers what he texted: I bet if I walked up to you... shut your door... bent you over your desk...
This is better This is theirs
He releases her hair letting one hand smooth over one perfect globe squeezing kneading before landing a sharp stinging slap that makes jolt then cry out not in pain but pure electric shock Her skin blooms pink under his touch
"You love that" he states leaning over so his lips are against ear "You love when I take what's mine"
"Yes" she whimpers face pressed into pillow "Yours"
He rubs soothing circles over spot he just marked then slides single finger through soaked heat parting lips entering easily up knuckle She cries again clenching around him helplessly
"So fucking tight" he breathes moving finger curling it finding spot that makes entire body jerk His other hand moves around hip down front where needs more focus finds bundle nerves with practiced ease starts circling relentless rhythm
She dissolves immediately hips bucking trying fuck both hands words devolving into sobbed pleas "Dave please... I need..."
"What do you need baby? Tell me"
"You Inside Need feel you fill me up Make me forget everything but you"
It's all permission he needs He withdraws both hands ignoring frustrated whine she makes lines himself up presses blunt weeping head against entrance For moment just holds there savoring unbearable tension watching slickness coat him Then drives home burying himself balls-deep one smooth brutal thrust that punches air from lungs makes see stars
The sound ripped from Sam’s throat in real life as two fingers plunged inside herself was muffled by her pillow A ragged moan Lost God yes Just like that Imagining thickness stretching burning perfect way imagining way would own claim ruin repair worship all same time Her own frantic motions weren't enough needed weight power needed him
In fantasy hotel Dave stills buried deep buried home lets adjust clench flutter around him forehead pressed between shoulder blades fighting own climax “Christ” rasps “Feel perfect So fucking perfect Sammy”
And begins move Not gentle Not slow Piston-hard drives reclaiming each inch withdrawing slamming back home establishing punishing rhythm knows can take knows secretly craves The slap skin-on-skin wet lewd fills room punctuated by choked cries Each thrust grunts primal thing Each time hilt-deep massages spot has seeing white Her fingers claw sheets knuckles white “Don't stop Don't ever stop”
“Not planning on it princess” grits out hands gripping hips surely leaving bruises tomorrow reminders Places kisses along spine bites shoulder blade marking Remembers flash earlier conversation natural tits no push-up bras Real authentic Perfect Prefers tiny peaks hard under tongue than any silicone cantaloupe
Control starts fraying pleasure coiling tight low belly He snakes arm around again finds clit swollen desperate matches rhythm thrusts She shatters first body seizing around milking screaming into mattress wave after wave contracting pull right over edge follows moments later vision graying pouring deep with groan feels empties soul into
Collapses half top spent breath saw echoing room sweat-slicked bodies tangled Slowly withdraws eliciting oversensitive flinch gathers boneless against chest arms locking around Strokes hair presses kiss temple listens frantic heart gradually slow “Love you” whispers hoarse “So goddamn much”
Sam came with strangled cry whole body bowing off bed waves crashing through leaving trembling spent Tears pricked eyes from intensity sheer emotion not just physical release In aftermath curled fetal position phone glowing forgotten beside thought knew then lying Texas doing same thing pretending bed ass feeling ghost pressure craving reality coming soon Very soon With sigh final tremble subsiding sleep finally began claim drifting last thought promise whisper across miles See soon my favorite person Love you
The glow of her phone screen was the last light in the quiet Arizona house. Sam lay in bed, the ghost of a smile on her lips, her body humming with a fatigue that was equal parts a long day’s labor and the sweet, persistent ache of longing. Dave’s final message—You’re my favorite part of every day—was a warm stone resting over her heart. The chaos of the morning, the vet visit, the absurd tyranny of clothing sizes that had made her feel frumpy and unseen, all of it had dissolved in the alchemy of their conversation. He saw her. He always did.
In Texas, Dave paced the confines of his living room, the late-hour silence a stark contrast to the riot of feeling in his chest. Her photo from this morning—a tired, beautiful smile in her work bathroom—was etched behind his eyelids. He could almost taste the faint, floral scent of her shampoo, a memory from their last stolen hours together. Her texts about the rescue closing had cracked his heart open; her strength in sadness was a thing of profound beauty. And then, the playful turn, the teasing about nudes, that had set his blood singing a familiar, desperate tune. Four years of friendship, of silent admiration, had combusted into this: a love so vast it needed its own geography, spanning the desert between them.
A new notification glowed on Sam’s screen. Dave: Can’t sleep. Thinking of you. Of that blue dress you hate. The one you said fits all wrong.
She typed back, her fingers slow in the dark. Sam: It’s in a heap on the closet floor. Where it belongs.
Dave: I don’t know. I’m imagining it on my floor. Here. And you, not in it.
The air in her bedroom changed. Grew thicker, warmer. The mundane frustration of the day—the puckered seam, the tight armhole—melted into something else entirely. Under his gaze, even the ill-fitting became intimate.
Sam: It would look better there.
Dave: Come prove it.
It wasn’t a command. It was an invitation, whispered across the miles. A shared daydream they were about to step into. Sam sat up, the sheet pooling at her waist. The cool night air kissed her skin, but inside, a furnace roared to life. This was their space, the secret world they built word by word, touch by remembered touch.
In the story they were writing together, there was no distance.
He was there, his familiar, solid presence filling her doorway. The playful challenge in his eyes had softened into pure, aching devotion. “Hi, beautiful,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in her bones.
She was standing by the bed, clad only in the moonlight and the bravery he inspired in her. “The dress is gone,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
“I see that.” He crossed the room, not with conquest, but with reverence. His hands, when they found her hips, were warm and sure, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just below her navel. “This hip?” he murmured, his touch feather-light over the joint that had ached that morning. “Let me take care of it.”
He lowered her to the bed, following her down, his body a welcome weight. His kiss was a slow, deep exploration, a conversation all its own. It spoke of the laughter they’d shared over emojis, of his pride in her work, of his shared sorrow for the rescue dogs. It was a kiss that understood her completely.
He worshipped her with a tenderness that stole her breath. His mouth, that had teased her so playfully in texts, now traced the line of her jaw, the fluttery pulse in her throat, the swell of her breast. When he took her nipple into the warm, wet heat of his mouth, she cried out, her fingers spearing through the short, soft hair of his head, holding him to her. Every suck, every flick of his tongue, was a promise: You are perfect. You are desired. You are mine.
His journey south was a pilgrimage. He kissed the slight curve of her stomach, a landscape he adored. He nuzzled the tender skin of her inner thighs, breathing her in. And when he finally tasted her, it was with a groan of pure, heartfelt pleasure, as if he’d been starving for her. Sam arched off the bed, a sob catching in her throat. This was it—the sweet surrender. His devotion made liquid and physical. He read her body like his favorite poem, murmuring against her, “Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” His tongue was an artist, painting spirals of delirious pleasure until she fractured, her release washing over her in a wave of shimmering warmth, her thighs trembling against his temples.
Before the last tremor had faded, he was moving up her body, his eyes dark pools of emotion in the moonlit gloom. He cradled her face. “Look at me,” he breathed. She did, her eyes glazed and full of trust. He entered her in one slow, profound glide, a homecoming that made them both gasp. The connection was soul-deep, a circuit completed.
He moved within her with a rhythm that was neither frantic nor lazy, but perfectly, devastatingly intimate. Each stroke was a declaration. Each sigh against her skin was a secret. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust, her heels pressing into the small of his back. The world narrowed to the joining of their bodies, the slick, hot friction, the symphony of their ragged breaths and whispered names.
“Dave,” she choked out, feeling the coiled tension in him, the mirror of her own. “I know, baby. I know.” He captured her mouth again, swallowing her cries as the sensation crested, overwhelming and beautiful.
His release was a shuddering, full-body sigh against her neck, her name a prayer on his lips. Hers followed, a second, softer wave that melded with his, a tangle of bliss so complete it felt like peace.
For long minutes, there was only the sound of their slowing heartbeats, syncing in the quiet dark. He shifted just enough to gather her against him, her back to his chest, his arm a secure band across her ribs. His lips found the curve of her shoulder.
“The dress,” she mumbled, drowsy and sated. “It really would look better here.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “We’ll burn it tomorrow. Send you something that fits. That feels like you.”
It was no longer about fabric or sizing. It was a metaphor for everything he offered: a love tailor-made for her soul. The future they mused about, the playful challenges for their next visit, they weren’t just fantasies. They were promises, being woven into their reality one tender, stolen night at a time.
“I love you,” she whispered into the darkness, meaning it more profoundly than ever.
His arms tightened around her. “You are my favorite part of every day,” he murmured back, echoing his text, now imbued with the scent of her skin and the memory of her heat.
And in their separate beds, a thousand miles apart, they fell asleep wrapped in the same exquisite dream, the distance between them nothing but a temporary, inconsequential detail in the map of their forever.
I shared a photo this morning, feeling like it would be me all day. I greeted Dave with a "Good morning handsome," and he replied with a sweet compliment. We joked about how tired I was, especially since I woke up early to take the dogs out. My hip is bothering me, and I mentioned needing to do some stretches to help.
I talked about some drama at work, including my frustration over having seven one-on-one meetings scheduled for the day. I had to deal with a couple of dogs, one of which had thrown up, and I felt overwhelmed by it all. I decided to stop at Target to buy new clothes instead of making the long drive home and back to work.
Amid all of this, I needed to vent about women's fashion. I ranted about the inconsistency in sizing and how it contributes to body image issues. Despite feeling frustrated, our conversation was lighthearted, with Dave and I sharing jokes and flirting.
Later, I expressed my feelings of being sad about the potential shutdown of a rescue organization I care about, worrying about the dogs' futures. Dave offered his support, reminding me that I’m the best and that he loves me. We exchanged sweet messages about our physical attraction, and I felt a rush of excitement at the thought of being with him soon.
As the day went on, I found myself feeling more and more drawn to him, constantly thinking about our connection and what we would do when we finally saw each other again. I ended the night feeling grateful for our conversations and looking forward to more.
I woke up to Sam sharing a photo and a sweet good morning message, which instantly brightened my day. She mentioned how she couldn't wait to return home and go back to bed, and I could totally relate. We exchanged playful comments about her being a princess and how I felt pretty good after a solid night's sleep.
Sam shared that she had a rough night due to her hip bothering her and having to take the dogs out early. Even with her struggles, she kept the conversation light and humorous, which I always appreciate. She mentioned some work drama, including a complicated situation involving people at her job, and I could tell it was weighing on her mind.
As our chat progressed, we shared some more intimate banter, teasing each other about nudes and sexy selfies. I revealed that I’ve never sent nudes, but if I ever did, it would be to her. The conversation took a steamy turn, and we reminisced about past encounters, both of us feeling the heat of the moment.
Throughout the day, she encountered a series of mishaps while caring for the dogs, leading to her driving around in a bit of chaos. Even when things went wrong, she maintained her sense of humor, which I find incredibly endearing.
We talked about our mutual attraction and anticipation for when we finally get to see each other again. It’s clear that our connection is strong, and I can’t help but feel excited about what’s to come. As we wrapped up our conversation for the night, I felt grateful to have someone like Sam in my life, someone who brings joy and warmth to my days.
Sam began the day by sharing a photo, expressing a mix of humor and exhaustion about the long workday ahead. Dave responded warmly, calling her beautiful and engaging in playful banter about Sam's new favorite emoji. They both acknowledged their struggles with sleep, with Sam sharing that her hip was bothering her after an early morning wake-up to tend to the dogs.
The conversation flowed seamlessly from small talk about sleep to deeper discussions, with Sam recounting a series of humorous and frustrating events from her morning, including a chaotic trip to the vet with her dogs. She also shared her thoughts about work-related challenges, including an upcoming announcement that had her feeling anxious.
As they continued chatting, Sam expressed her frustration with the inconsistency of women's clothing sizes, lamenting the pressures and challenges women face in fashion. Dave chimed in, offering his perspective on sizing and how it doesn’t seem to differ much for men. They both shared a good laugh over the absurdities of fashion.
The tone shifted to flirtation as they exchanged compliments and teasing remarks about nudes and their physical attraction to each other. Dave playfully suggested that he might be more inclined to send nudes if he received some from Sam, which led to a humorous debate about their respective experiences with intimate photos.
As the day went on, Sam shared her feelings of sadness regarding the potential shutdown of a rescue organization she had been involved with, expressing her concern for the dogs affected by the decision. Dave offered his support, checking in on her emotional well-being.
Their banter continued with lighthearted teasing and affection, showcasing the depth of their connection. They shared sweet nothings, playful challenges about their upcoming interactions, and a longing for physical closeness, culminating in a mix of flirtation and romantic musings about their future together.
As the day wound down, both expressed their love for each other, reflecting on the impact their conversations had on their days. They ended the evening with plans for more playful discussions in the future, looking forward to the moments they would share.
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── 06:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Gonna be me all day 😭
Good morning handsome
<b>Dave:</b> Good morning beautiful 👸😍
<b>Sam:</b> I’m loving this new queen/princess emoji you’ve started to incorporate 😂
<b>Sam:</b> I literally cannot wait to come home from work and go back to bed lolol
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, I know that feeling. Waking up ready to go to bed lol
<b>Sam:</b> I’m loving this new queen/princess emoji you’ve started to incorporate 😂
[reply]
<b>Dave:</b> You ARE a princess ☺️
<b>Sam:</b> ❤️
<b>Sam:</b> How did you sleep?
<b>Dave:</b> Pretty good. I don’t think I woke up at all
<b>Dave:</b> Hbu
<b>Sam:</b> Woke up at like 410 and had to take the dogs out 🙄
<b>Sam:</b> Otherwise slept but my hip is killing me
<b>Dave:</b> What’s going on with your hip??
<b>Dave:</b> Maybe you need a massage… from the inside 😏
── 07:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You know what's really impressive is that you still managed to say good morning sunshine and like a chipper way every single day rise when I say good morning sounds like I don't wanna just die. I don't know it does not sound like a good morning. I'm so freaking tired and I'm driving in the dark and I'm just like I could fall back asleep I won't but I could My hip thing so I just I need to do some figure 4 stretches for sure. I think that would that would do the trick, but I am sleeping at angles so I have like half of my upper body one way then my legs start going another way to accommodate dogs in the bed so I think that's probably contributing to a lot of it I did not sleep with socks on last night. My feet were actually super hot like normal but I did fall asleep with pants on again and I was so hot but I couldn't wiggle my way around to takeoff the pants like in my sleep and so I just stayed hot. It was not super joyful. I also had a dream last night that I was with Justin Maine coon and that is beyond fucking disturbing. Why would I dream that please tell me why so that felt all sorts of egg and there were several other people in my dream but I don't remember what it was about. It was like a people in my life and I remember it was like my birthday and we went hiking and I was with Justin I am disturbed
<b>Sam:</b> Just picked up Arwen’s brother, and I’m pretty sure one of them already threw up. And I still have a 1 hr 15 min drive to the vet. Yay me!!! 🤪
<b>Sam:</b> You’re such a sweetie
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, so I'm caring. I'm commuting them transporting whatever the fuck in separate carriers so I'm not sure who threw up or if they threw up, but luckily, I still carry a whole bunch of paper towels and rescue wipes in my car. From all of the shit, but Yeah So what did Chanel respond back? I guess OK that makes sense. Then I didn't know that Gabby posted about Michael being in town and people getting together for a happy hour. Are you fucking kidding me oh my God I bet Chanel was like what the fuck but that makes sense cause I was wondering how the hell she knew that he was there but she was like did you talk to Steven about this? I'm thinking what are you talking about? Steven knew he was coming like I don't know Steven doesn't say shit to me. Like I don't fucking know people take it up with FCRM they're the ones who are hosting this fucking program. This isn't like me telling Michael to go to Dallas for a fucking shits and giggles like he's there for a reason. I'm taking up with it. I don't know so I do feel really fucking bad for him because he probably like who the fuck knows anyway today is supposed to be the day that like this is so announcement is made and other things so I don't know we'll see what if it didn't even happen although it makes sense that something would because the corporate updates Friday so I would think that it would happen now Did I mention that I have a fuck ton of one at once today? I think I have maybe like seven I don't know. I gotta look at my calendar again either way it sounds fucking awful so that's that. Justin Moon is how you pronounce his name And yeah, fucking disgusting and he would be OK, he's he's a good employee. I'm sure he's a great person. Would not be a good boyfriend. He is very intense. Think he has a lot of trauma still from army and I think. He is Yeah, would not be good but Should I tell you this fine I will because I tell you everything but this was A long time ago, like I had just started dating Christian and Justin was single at the time Not that that really mattered, but I don't feel like he would've done this. He had a girlfriend, but he was like going through this fasting phase and he was still my direct report by the way like we were not just coworkers man reports to me. And he was texting me one day about something and he was like do you want to see my before and after pictures from my fasting and like you know obviously they're probably gonna be like shirtless pictures and I'm like I don't know. I said something like like I'm sure you know that you look great and I don't know. I don't think I said you look great I said. I don't know what the fuck I said basically like things but no things I don't need to see that and he didn't apologize like profusely. I'm like it's fine like it's fine. Don't make this any more fucking awkward than I already feel.
<b>Dave:</b> Oh shit! You didn’t see that in chat?? Haha. Maybe it was southlake chat
<b>Sam:</b> It had to have been a local chat. Bc what other chat would it be?
<b>Dave:</b> Oof… please god don’t let Stephen be the new Jeff
<b>Dave:</b> Omg 7?! You have more 1 on 1s than anyone I know
<b>Sam:</b> Yea just looked. 7 😭
<b>Sam:</b> How are other ppl not 1x1ing?!? I don’t want to be!! Why me!!
<b>Dave:</b> Omg! I thought you were going to say he sent you nudes or something 🤣🤣🤣
<b>Sam:</b> I would fucking die
<b>Dave:</b> lol right?’
<b>Sam:</b> YOU haven’t even ever sent me nudes lol
<b>Sam:</b> Fackkkkkkk one of the dogs is definitely throwing up.
<b>Sam:</b> Fackkk
<b>Dave:</b> I haven’t ever sent ANYONE nudes… But I guess if I was ever going to, it would be to you 🙄🤭
<b>Sam:</b> I brought another shirt for work thankfully. I’ve learned my lesson lol
<b>Sam:</b> You’ve NEVER sent nudes?!?!?
<b>Dave:</b> Nope. I take you have, given all the ?!?!?!s lol
<b>Sam:</b> No comment lol
<b>Dave:</b> And why have I not been the recipient… of all people?? 🤷♂️
<b>Sam:</b> Bc I’m older and wiser now!
<b>Sam:</b> Wait a minute
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> I’ve sent you basically nudes
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, I’m not complaining. You’ve been more than gracious ☺️
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, the Photos I got like soon after we met boudoir photos or whatever I sent you those I'm practically nude I was nude and most of those, but I guess you didn't really see much Same with like the tattoo picture So yeah, but no, I know what you mean like you haven't seen yeah But you have seen now in real life so so it's all good Dammit, I got on here to say something specifically about this Oh no, it wasn't about this, but I just started randomly thinking. What are your thoughts on being with someone who has like piercings down there? Like do guys have dick piercings? Do they have sex with the piercings on or do they take them off?
<b>Sam:</b> Damnit got cut off again
<b>Sam:</b> But you’ll get the gist
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm my phone is giving me errors acting like my access has been disabled 🤔
<b>Dave:</b> Well your entity is still active 👍
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<b>Sam:</b> That’s a good sign
<b>Sam:</b> 🙏
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, so by your logic, why have you never sent nudes? Riddle me that I do think that in our situation whatever this is it is definitely more risky to send nudes, especially with our faces because you know other people are Surrounding us and would hate them to get into the wrong hands Plus, I don't know I'm older now and like I don't need all these photos of me hanging around in the world I don't know also the photos I don't remember what I sent you but if I said that there were more than they were either too risqué or probably just not good. I'm gonna guess they just probably work good so anyway. Yeah, the piercings I don't know Have an experienced it sounds painful. It seems like it would scrape. My insides I don't know also even fuck even just having my nose pierced. I have my bellybutton pierced too, but I don't remember that I was like fucking 18 oh God, my fucking nose hurt. I can't imagine. I also laughed really hard when you said that's a lot of meat to go through. I can't imagine getting my fucking vagina pierced There's no way that sounds so fucking painful. I honestly would rather get a tattoo. In many places like and deal with that pain then like the pain of a piercing I just think that like the nose itself just sucked I mean, at least it's like a big sharp pain and then it's over quickly but still I don't know if I were to get more piercings. I probably would just like you more on my ears although I'm just not a jewelry wear so it hasn't made sense for me to do. I have no desire to get my nipples pierced maybe if I had like flashier boobs or something, but I don't. I have friends though that have them and just like what else One time in college this is random story, but I had my belly button ring in like I always do and I can't remember what kind I had in at the time, but it was like spirally or something Well, I went to close the door and this was on campus. I went to close the door and my belly button ring got caught like on the handle of the door, and I went to step away, and I was caught on it unknowingly and it literally about ripped out of my stomach. It was so fucking painful. Yeah, I'm lucky that it didn't like totally destroy it but that was My worst experience with my piercings luckily they really haven't any other experiences but yeah
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Do you have any piercings like did you ever have your ears pierced as a kid?
<b>Dave:</b> Pretty sure you said they showed too much
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao flashier boobs
<b>Sam:</b> Lolol
<b>Sam:</b> You had your tongue pierced!!! And a nipple!!!
Look. At. YOU!
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I didn’t want to get tattoos because I couldn’t decide on what to get. So I went with piercings since you can just remove them
<b>Sam:</b> I bet you looked hottttttt 🥵
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So you will never believe but I get the first puppy in all is fine. He is not the one that threw up then I go to take my puppy in. She is the one that threw up fine no big deal. Go to pick her up. Start walking into the place she peed all down my pants and did I pack extra pants sure didn't. So I have to drive the 40 minutes back home and then head back out to the office. Fuck my life. What the fuck
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<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] No, you did not say it and I should've fucking thought about it but normally I get puked on Jesus Christ. Also, I don't know if I mentioned, but I can't get into my phone. It's throwing errors oh I think I did mention that as if I'm not enabled so I texted Steven and the team and I told him the thing and Steven is like I'll move our one on one and I'm like thank you very much but also new plan also, where the fuck am I hold on?
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, sorry I got cut off because I Was lost new plan going to target by work and I'm just gonna buy new clothes and yeah that makes a lot more sense in driving so fucking far back home and so fucking far back but now I just thought about it I'm gonna be walking around target with fucking pee all over me, I cannot win. I'm done.
<b>Sam:</b> I am sooooooo buying me snacks at target
<b>Sam:</b> I deserve a fucking treat
<b>Dave:</b> You deserve some snack baby
<b>Dave:</b> Again
<b>Sam:</b> I wish I could have the snack I REALLY want
<b>Dave:</b> You ARE a snack
<b>Sam:</b> 11 more days?
<b>Dave:</b> We’re so on the same page 😋
<b>Dave:</b> Yep! 11 days
<b>Dave:</b> And we’re doing 1 week abstinence this time lol?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes. Not a moment sooner lmao
<b>Dave:</b> 4 days then
<b>Dave:</b> Think I can get…. 2?.. More selfies in 4 days? 😜
<b>Sam:</b> Depends how much time I can get alone buttttt I think that should be doable!
<b>Dave:</b> No pressure 😉. I’m just helping you set healthy goals.
<b>Sam:</b> How many more do you think I can get of you!?
<b>Dave:</b> Hmmm… I’m not sure, it would definitely be directly proportional to #of nudes received 😈
<b>Dave:</b> 😜😘
<b>Sam:</b> Oh fuck off
<b>Sam:</b> You keep changing the rules!!! No
<b>Dave:</b> I’m not changing rules!! I’m just making simple suggestions 🤷♂️
<b>Sam:</b> 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Awwwe, it didn’t animate
<b>Sam:</b> That’s MY meme!!
<b>Sam:</b> Can I rant real quick about women’s fashion?
<b>Dave:</b> You know you can baby
<b>Dave:</b> Word me up
<b>Sam:</b> /Users/davidclutter/Library/Messages/Attachments/63/03/661DCF8E-2461-4E95-AEA1-6A4DFEB6211B/Audio Message.caf
Disliked by Dave
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK testing now OK finally I see it moving fucking dumb thing I think I'll do with my Bluetooth anyway I was. I had talked for like 40 seconds the first time and it didn't capture anything. So then I just deleted it anyway it doesn't really matter. I was saying that you're the best for letting me rant and also I don't think I've ever heard you rant about anything and I how is that possible? What gets you going like what grinds your gears what you know minor inconveniences in life really just throw you for a loop cause like there's so much for me so I don't I don't get it. I need some of your rants but my latest rant. And you can tell me if you disagree, but I feel like men and close like if you're a medium, you're a medium you're a medium and everything doesn't matter what brand doesn't matter the style. You're a fucking medium you can count on the stability. Inconsistency in men's fashion women's is fucking bullshit. I could be one size with this brand entirely different size with another brand. OK, I'm used to that. It's fucking bullshit whatever but at target I just tried on two pants the same exact brand. They are just different styles and I had to be up a size from I have never been the size in my fucking life. I had to go up a size. In this certain style, same brand though I bought two pairs of pants different styles two different sizes no wonder women have body dysmorphia and feel like fucking shit and also if they're gonna fuck with us, they should do it to where they just down all of our sizes OK so like make me a two like let's pretend
<b>Sam:</b> I’m spun up all. the. time. Ya know, for funsies! 🤪
<b>Sam:</b> That’s very interesting that you notice slightly different fits too. Hmmm then maybe just ALL fashion sucks
<b>Dave:</b> Generally speaking though I do think men’s sizes are much not consistent across brands and styles. Like, 34x32 isn’t going to be drastically different.
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<b>Sam:</b> Oh also I said fuck it and bought an energy drink 😭
<b>Dave:</b> Are they though…
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Wowwwww the judgement!!!
<b>Sam:</b> Mr 2+ Energy drinks a day
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Dave:</b> Mr. Didn’t set a goal to not drink 2+ energy drinks - to you.
<b>Dave:</b> No, you totally deserve to get a pass today!
<b>Sam:</b> Time for you to set a goal so I can hold you accountable 🤪
<b>Dave:</b> This is precisely why I don’t set goals
<b>Sam:</b> Monthly goals are totally doable!
<b>Dave:</b> Are they though…
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<b>Sam:</b> Lmao fuck offffff
<b>Dave:</b> ….I love you 👸
── 11:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Not as much as I love you
<b>Sam:</b> Talking to you is the best part of my days
<b>Dave:</b> 100% the best part of mine too!
<b>Dave:</b> And the 2nd best is when I’m thinking about you all the time we’re not talking lolol
<b>Dave:</b> Lol.. Eric said: do me a favor and join this call and pretend like you’re listening
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> That’s youuuuu
<b>Dave:</b> You can keep pleasing me though 💗
<b>Sam:</b> That got me hot instantly
<b>Dave:</b> I love how easy you get hot for me 🔥
<b>Sam:</b> I find it QUITE annoying but I’m glad you enjoy it lol
<b>Dave:</b> I bet if I walked up to you in your office, shut the door, walked straight to you and grabbed you by the hair on the back of your head and pulled you out of your chair - you’d be so wet by the time I bent you over the desk that I could slide right in.
<b>Sam:</b> 10000% 🫠
<b>Sam:</b> That’s how I’ll be when we first see each other too 🫠
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe, oh I’m sure
<b>Dave:</b> And omg I can. Not. Wait.
<b>Sam:</b> Did I feel pretty wet on crazy night?
<b>Dave:</b> Oh yeah… I think.. lol
<b>Sam:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> I was gonna say - do we remember? Lol but no I’m pretty sure I remember being very wet by the time we got upstairs
<b>Sam:</b> Man I was sooooo tingly all over. I felt like I was on fire in the best way
<b>Dave:</b> Oh! You were really wet in the car. I do remember that.
<b>Sam:</b> I couldn’t believe when you started fingering me. I was like omg we are going there.
<b>Sam:</b> And then you went to stop or something and I think I grabbed your hand
<b>Dave:</b> Yes! OMG that was the best
<b>Sam:</b> I knew then I was in troouuubbllleeee lol
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh felt so so so good
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah when you grabbed my arm… 🥵🔥
<b>Sam:</b> Why do you do this to me as I’m about to jump on a fucking 1x1. Killlll meeeeeee. On camera! I’m FLUSHED
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe, are you blushing again?
<b>Dave:</b> Lemme see!!
<b>Sam:</b> I should not have had that redbull. I feel weeiirddd
<b>Dave:</b> Lol
<b>Dave:</b> Howso?
<b>Sam:</b> Jittery. Kind of lightheaded. Stomach is kind of like why did you drink all of that when you haven’t eaten anything of substance today.
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, you over did it lol
<b>Dave:</b> Better go for a run or something. Burn off some energy.
<b>Sam:</b> Oh so you just want me to die
<b>Sam:</b> I see
<b>Dave:</b> That’s the LAST thing I want!
<b>Dave:</b> At least not for about 2 more weeks
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<b>Sam:</b> Oh but THEN I can die lol
<b>Sam:</b> Got it
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> 😘
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
Hahaha… apparently you got me pretty wet too 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> Lollll what did you do!!!
<b>Dave:</b> That’s precum from being so hard for you all the time
<b>Sam:</b> Are you for real!!!
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah.
<b>Dave:</b> You know that’s a thing right?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes!! But I totally thought you were fucking with me!
<b>Sam:</b> Shut upppp 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
Ugh I want to have you in my mouth so badly
<b>Sam:</b> Yes!! But I totally thought you were fucking with me!
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<b>Dave:</b> There’s nowhere else I’d rather be rn 🫠
<b>Dave:</b> Nope
<b>Sam:</b> 🥵🥵 dying
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<b>Dave:</b> too! See above 👆
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<b>Sam:</b> How am I not just going to cum 2 minutes after seeing you 🫣
<b>Sam:</b> Like will I even make it to the bed?
Lol I’m kidding. I will. But probably barely 🫠
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah… me too 🤦♂️
<b>Dave:</b> It’s totally fine if YOU cum quick
<b>Sam:</b> You can too! Lol no pressure 🤪
<b>Dave:</b> lol.. right
<b>Sam:</b> I’d take it as a compliment 😘
<b>Dave:</b> Well you just might get the most complimentary 30 second of your life 😌
<b>Sam:</b> Yassssss!! 👏
<b>Dave:</b> …after a whole week 😅
<b>Sam:</b> And YOU wanted to do TWO weeks!! Like a psycho
<b>Sam:</b> Yassssss!! 👏
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<b>Sam:</b> And YOU wanted to do TWO weeks!! Like a psycho
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<b>Dave:</b> Right? Wtf was I thinking
<b>Sam:</b> You weren’t!
── 13:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> About to start my 1x1 with Josh B 😭
<b>Dave:</b> Ugh
<b>Dave:</b> Say it with me: I HAVE A HARD STOP AT 1230
<b>Sam:</b> Omg you’re right
<b>Sam:</b> I hadn’t even been thinking about THAT part of him that I can’t stand
<b>Sam:</b> 😅
<b>Sam:</b> Jan 28, 2026 1:04:40 PM Did I tell you he more or less told me he killed a guys
Did I tell you he more or less told me he killed a guy
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Lord
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, yeah
<b>Sam:</b> God
<b>Sam:</b> I survived. And ended it on time
<b>Sam:</b> He literally talked solely about himself for 24 minutes. We had 1 min left.
<b>Dave:</b> Nice!
<b>Sam:</b> It was not but it could have been worse lol
<b>Sam:</b> He took in a homeless man a year ago…bc god called him to
<b>Sam:</b> Like dude still half lives there
<b>Sam:</b> Oh and I he legit trauma dumped like about him being abused as a child. I was not prepared
<b>Dave:</b> Jesus
<b>Dave:</b> Do YOU need to talk lol?
<b>Sam:</b> He said he was a “survival expert”
<b>Dave:</b> What a tool
<b>Sam:</b> I just keep on telling myself that at some point I will have heard all the stories and then it will get better.
<b>Dave:</b> OK well I have something to tell you too
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
I tried to take a nap but I ended up laying here painfully hard for 20 mins soooo.
<b>Sam:</b> Yessssss!!!!
Normal
<b>Sam:</b> Have I told you that you have like…the kindest looking eyes
── 14:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> No! Thank you ☺️☺️☺️
<b>Sam:</b> I meant to tell you the last time you sent a selfie ❤️
<b>Sam:</b> Do you feel better? 😉
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh I just want to kiss you so so badly. I cannot wait to kiss you.
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, I feel great! And I can’t wait till I’m looking at you and not my phone after…
<b>Dave:</b> And I’ve never had such satisfying fantasies! Like, I don’t usually masterbate without watching something. But just the thought of making love with you is soooo enough 👌🫠
<b>Sam:</b> I love that ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> Well, I did open eyes to look at one of your selfies and that pushed me right over the edge 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> Which selfie? 😊
<b>Sam:</b> I historically masturbate thinking about certain actions going on but there’s never a defined face of the person in my fantasies. Now it’s soooo good bc now it’s not just a random figure; it’s you ❤️
<b>Sam:</b> Which selfie? 😊
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<b>Dave:</b> Lol, I love that you used “historically” in that…
<b>Sam:</b> Lmao
<b>Dave:</b> Today it was this one
shared a photo
😍👸
<b>Dave:</b> They’re all so good though 🥵
<b>Sam:</b> Like I literally cannot wait to have my tongue in your mouth 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Mmmmm
<b>Dave:</b> That does sound great!
<b>Dave:</b> I can’t wait to have mine in your… everywhere 🤤
── 15:00 ──
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<b>Dave:</b> And I think we both know you like being bossed around 😉
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmmm. It depends on where I am in my cycle 🤪
<b>Sam:</b> Does this mean we’ve had sexual content in like all of our texts?
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmmm. It depends on where I am in my cycle 🤪
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<b>Sam:</b> Dude, are we going to be able to work together?
<b>Dave:</b> Doubt it
<b>Sam:</b> 🫣
<b>Sam:</b> I could barely work with you PRE crazy night
<b>Dave:</b> And this will be post [yet to be named] Weekend!
<b>Sam:</b> Like even pre crazy night gave me lots of butterflies
── 16:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> Remind me.. Do you have anything crazy going on tonight? Just picking the dogs up then you’re done? It’s the weekend with allthething?
<b>Sam:</b> Correct
<b>Sam:</b> What are you doing tonight?
<b>Dave:</b> Just the usual. Thinking about you and probably working on SoftCopy 😂
<b>Dave:</b> This is life now
<b>Sam:</b> You sound resigned to your fate 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Happily
<b>Sam:</b> There is sooo much drama and shit talking and gossiping in this group text with the ppl who left the rescue - I am over it
<b>Dave:</b> That’s exactly what you need to get away from
<b>Sam:</b> Between last night and today, there’s been easily 100 texts
<b>Dave:</b> …As you know
<b>Sam:</b> I had 52 in 3 hrs when I was out with the friend last night
<b>Dave:</b> Good call picking that as the thing to cancel this weekend
<b>Dave:</b> Same ppl right?
<b>Sam:</b> Ali literally has been digging for civil court cases against Jodie - like for debt collections on credit cards
<b>Sam:</b> Who gives a shit! She’s not like the spawn of Satan. Sure, is she a good leader? No. But running a heartbreaking, total grind of a non profit must S U C K
<b>Sam:</b> would I do things differently? Sure. But Jesus
<b>Sam:</b> The dogs they’ve adopted from the rescue? They’re like “I don’t want the rescue to be listed as the issuer of their microchips”. I’m like WHO CARES!! The dog is registered to you
<b>Dave:</b> Lol, wtf… Like anybody gives a single fuck about anything on the microchip other than the owner’s name and phone number
<b>Sam:</b> Literally!!
<b>Sam:</b> The pettiness is next level shit
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<b>Sam:</b> I’m sad
<b>Dave:</b> What’s wrong baby?
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] First off these two dogs are so high on pain. They came out of the back and they just look like they're in another fucking world but the nice part is they haven't made a peep the entire drive so far and I have a lot more driving lunch to do so. Anyway, I'm sad because I so one of the fosters of Arwin's brother is also really good friends with Jovi and also on the board of directors, which is a joke because it's literally Jody Jody's daughter This gal, Rachel, who's her friend and then Rachel's husband and like one of the person who also was like part of the rescue it's a joke. There's really no checks and balances all to say Rachel was like asking. I know how I was doing and I was asking her how Jody was doing that Jody was back in town. She's like no she's still dealing with her dad you know from him being in the hospital basically all these stop stories and basically then proceeded to tell me that Jody is going to shut down the rescue. She is there they're winding down which I don't think is the wrong call because I think that Jody can't handle this, but basically it was a remember when I sent you the letter or the notice that Mark and Kaylee gave when they left and I was pointing out all this shit that like they don't agree with the way that Jody runs rescue Basically was Rachel was basically saying that Jody, that was the last straw for Jody Jody can't come back from that they were attacking her personally her character and you know Jody just doesn't have it in her to like recruit more volunteers And all this stuff and it just like sucks me right back to all the drama more than anything. I'm just so fucking sad for these dogs because what's gonna happen like I'm not I'm not worried they're at the risk of being using eyes, but they could be because they could end up in a rescue or county that doesn't euthanizing them. But like these dogs are gonna have to go somewhere if the rescue shuts down not all of them are gonna be placed in homes like if it were that easy we would've done it by now and it's just like I love these dogs like I know these dogs I worked with these dogs and it just fucking sucks because It's just such a shit show and it's just a shit show all the way around in animal welfare says you're trying to empty an ocean with a spoon and like literally you can't ever make a fucking den but it just makes me sad for like this fucking instance and then a part of me feels guilty for leaving and I don't wanna feel fucking guilty for leaving
<b>Sam:</b> Rescue stuff 👆
── 18:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> You’re the best ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> Still driving? I can talk
<b>Sam:</b> Yes 20 more min
<b>Dave:</b> K, give me like5
<b>Dave:</b> You heard me say I love you right?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes lol
<b>Dave:</b> lol… just want to make sure
<b>Sam:</b> You said I love you baby ❤️
── 20:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> You know what bothers me?
Women who wear push up bras that push their tits SO high up, like practically to their necks. What the actual hell lol
<b>Dave:</b> Where did you see that lol?
<b>Sam:</b> You sound like you want to see a picture. 😂😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> Lol but no it’s this character on a show I’m watching
<b>Dave:</b> Do you… have any?
<b>Sam:</b> Do I have any pics of said character? No. Lol
Or are you asking if I, myself, have push up bras? lol
<b>Dave:</b> Both?
<b>Sam:</b> No picture and I do, but I’m sure none of them fit me anymore. In college, I had this one that was just stupid. Like it made my boobs double the size. It was so OBVIOUSLY padded lol
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 28, 2026 8:08:13 PM I’m more of natural Bob boob, no-bra kind of guy
I’m more of natural boob, no-bra kind of guy
<b>Sam:</b> You’re the man for me 😉
<b>Dave:</b> You have perfect tits 😍
<b>Sam:</b> I really think you don’t remember just how tiny they are lol
<b>Sam:</b> What do you think of women with fake eyelashes?
<b>Sam:</b> Can you even tell
<b>Dave:</b> Can I even tell…. Lolol I can’t stand them
<b>Sam:</b> You never know!
<b>Dave:</b> I mean, I guess if they’re tasteful sure, but I’m taking about those 3” long ones every Hispanic woman under 40 wears
<b>Dave:</b> You have perfect tits 😍
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<b>Dave:</b> I’m not really a fan of fake.. anything
<b>Sam:</b> I really think you don’t remember just how tiny they are lol
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<b>Dave:</b> I remember exactly how perfect they are!
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> 🤢
<b>Sam:</b> Ok first off
<b>Sam:</b> The size on those are ok but THEY ARE SO FAR APART
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha I googled “fake beats to far apart”
<b>Dave:</b> That’s the worst! Or just how round they are
<b>Dave:</b> Like cantaloupes stuffed under their skin lol
<b>Sam:</b> Agreed. None of that looks even remotely normal
<b>Sam:</b> Remind me to tell you tomorrow (if I don’t remember) about the sex trauma that is like the theme of this season in one of my favorite shows. And it’s honestly super fucking triggering to me. 😩 I’m like why you ppl have to ruin my favorite damn show!
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 28, 2026 8:36:23 PM I just watched a rape scene in this show we’re watching
I just watched a pretty disturbing rape scene in this show we’re watching
<b>Dave:</b> His & hers on Netflix
<b>Sam:</b> Oh we watched that
<b>Sam:</b> I know exactly the scene. Very very fucking disturbing
<b>Sam:</b> What episode are you on?
<b>Dave:</b> Just finished 5. It’s the one where black lady figures out fat girl at the lake house.
<b>Dave:</b> Sorry, don’t know their names
<b>Sam:</b> Yasssss
<b>Sam:</b> OK so you only have one more to go
<b>Sam:</b> Oh man I’m very excited for you to get to the end
<b>Sam:</b> Are you going to finish it tonight? YOU HAVE TO
<b>Dave:</b> Wasn’t planning on it
<b>Sam:</b> Sigh
<b>Dave:</b> But maybe if there’s only 6
<b>Sam:</b> There’s only 6
<b>Sam:</b> Doooo it
<b>Dave:</b> Fiiiine
── 21:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> Bruuuh
<b>Sam:</b> Did you finish it?!?
<b>Dave:</b> Yess
<b>Sam:</b> Did you see that coming?
<b>Dave:</b> Last txt was when black girl got rapes
<b>Dave:</b> No!
<b>Dave:</b> That was great!
<b>Sam:</b> Total twist. I loved it
<b>Sam:</b> How those fucking bitch ass twats sat there and WATCHED their friend be raped. I was sick
<b>Dave:</b> Because formerly fat girl got shot right at the end of the previous episode… so I was like, ok uhhh what else is there for a whole nother episode? Ohh, it must have been black lady
<b>Dave:</b> And they sang happy birthday
<b>Dave:</b> That was creepy af
<b>Sam:</b> Literally fucking awful
<b>Sam:</b> Go mama go. You fucked with the wrong one
<b>Sam:</b> And how she’s been FAKING her dementia/alzheimers, whatever
<b>Dave:</b> Right?! That was crazy!
<b>Dave:</b> That was a good show! I missed the first two episodes and still got sucked in on episode 3 just passing by lol
<b>Dave:</b> I’m surprised you’re still up!!
<b>Sam:</b> I’m in bed ❤️
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<b>Dave:</b> too
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<b>Sam:</b> I’m just thinking about you. ❤️ I love you baby
<b>Dave:</b> And I love you
<b>Dave:</b> You’re the absolute best
<b>Sam:</b> Awww ☺️ thank you
<b>Dave:</b> And prettiest!
<b>Sam:</b> I’m literally just laying here horny AF for you. Ugh. All. The. Time
<b>Sam:</b> I hope I dream about you tonight
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good night handsome
<b>Dave:</b> I know! wtf… it IS all the time lol
<b>Dave:</b> Like it’s only been about 6 hours since my “nap” and seriously uncomfortably hard just from texting you for 2 mins lol
<b>Sam:</b> That makes me very happy 🤭
<b>Dave:</b> Like, normally… I’d be good for a few DAYS to a WEEK
<b>Sam:</b> I can’t wait to feel your hard cock pressed up against me
<b>Dave:</b> I LOVE that
<b>Dave:</b> Ok, you’ll like this…
<b>Dave:</b> Lately when I’m laying bed, I’ll roll over from my side towards my stomach just enough for my cock to be pressed back against the bed as if I was spooning you and it was tucked up around your ass, and that’s what I imagine 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> Oooo I love love that ☺️☺️
<b>Dave:</b> I’m doing it right now
<b>Sam:</b> We will be spooning very soon
<b>Dave:</b> It’s gonna be the best!
<b>Sam:</b> I’ll be pressing my ass up against you a lot
<b>Dave:</b> Mmmmmm
<b>Dave:</b> Ok baby, let’s try to get some sleep
<b>Dave:</b> I love you so so much
<b>Sam:</b> I know I know. We need it.
<b>Dave:</b> We have a long day of sexting tomorrow
<b>Sam:</b> I love you so so much, too. You’re my favorite person 😭
<b>Dave:</b> And you’re mine 😍
<b>Sam:</b> Good night baby
<b>Dave:</b> NN love