2026-01-30
Erotic Narrative Transformation:
The notification ping was a spark in the dark. Sam woke to the familiar, thrilling pressure in her chest as Dave’s image loaded: a blurry, early-morning, tongue-in-cheek photo of his alarm clock. Six-oh-three. Their little joke. His follow-up text was immediate.
Dave: Bet you’re already quiet. Sam: I could be. But where’s the fun in that? Resisting the urge to behave is a full-time job. Dave: Darlin’, I would never tell you to be quiet. Never. I want to hear every sound I can pull from you.
That last line hung in the air of her dim bedroom like a tangible promise. Her dogs, sensing her shift, whined from the foot of the bed. But Sam was already gone, mentally folded into that dark velvet space where only Dave existed. She typed a reply about her ridiculous, ingratiating colleague, a mundane frustration he reframed with his dark, knowing humor until she was laughing. They pivoted—her partner’s stalled album, a shared eye-roll at the industry’s nonsense—but the undercurrent was a live wire, humming with everything they weren’t saying.
Then, in the middle of discussing weekend plans, she sent it. The confession, tucked into a casual sentence like a secret note.
Sam: You know, thinking about that thing you said last night? The one with the wall and my hands? I finished in about a minute this morning. Just thinking about it. Humiliating, really.
She could feel his stare through the screen. The ellipsis appeared, disappeared, appeared again.
Dave: A minute. Sam: Barely. Dave: Did you touch yourself after? Sam: No. Felt greedy. Like I didn’t deserve more after that. Dave: That’s where you’re wrong. You deserve to come apart over and over until you can’t remember your own name. Until all you know is who put you in that state.
Sam’s breath hitched. She was standing in her office later, staring blankly at a student petition on her screen, her entire awareness centered between her thighs. A slow, hot ache was blooming there, persistent and demanding. The mundane conversation about carpet estimates and contractors trying to gouge her faded to static. He was describing the AI image he was obsessed with, something absurd and fantastical, and all she could think of was his voice, that deep Texas cadence, whispering filthy things into her ear while his hands learned every inch of her.
By late afternoon, the playful teasing had crystallized into a raw, pulsing need. It was a physical weight.
Dave: Tell me what you’re feeling. Sam: Empty. Needy. Frustrated. All my clothes are wrong. Everything is an irritation. I feel… combustible. Dave: What do you need? Sam: You. I need you to ruin me. I need you to walk through that door right now, put me against the first wall you see, and use that pretty mouth of yours for something other than talking. I need to not be in charge of a single thing, not my body, not my voice, nothing. I need to be yours for an hour. Completely.
The silence that followed was absolute. Sam watched the screen, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Then, the answer.
Dave: On your knees. Right now. Face the wall by your desk. I want you to pull your panties down just to your knees. Not off. Just enough. I want you to feel the restriction. Press your forehead to the wall. Close your eyes. I’m there.
A shudder wracked her frame. Her office door was locked. The building was quiet. It was madness. It was everything. Her fingers fumbled with the waistband of her slacks, then the silk of her underwear. She pushed them down, the cool air a shock against her heated skin. The fabric caught at her knees, a tight, humiliating band. She obeyed, shuffling to the blank, cool wall, pressing her brow to it. The posture was one of utter submission, of waiting.
Dave: Good girl. Are you wet for me? Sam: Yes. Dave: Let me feel.
Her fingers, trembling, reached back. She was soaked, slick and swollen. A soft, choked gasp escaped her as she touched herself.
Sam: Dripping. Dave: I can smell you from here. Sweet and dark. I’m stepping behind you. My hands are on your hips. I’m pushing your blouse up your back. You feel me, Sam? Sam: I feel you. Dave: My thumb is tracing the line of your spine. Down, down, to where you’re open for me. I’m spreading you. I’m going to taste you just like this, from behind, while you’re trapped against the wall. My tongue is on you. Licking into you. Slow, then deep. You taste like home, baby. Like everything I’ve been craving for four goddamn years.
A ragged moan tore from Sam’s throat. She bit her lip, hard, to stifle it. Her free hand clenched against the wall. In her mind, it was real—the scratch of his denim against her bare thighs, the hot, flat press of his tongue, the obscene, wet sound of him feasting on her. Her hips jerked forward, seeking friction against nothing but air and imagination.
Dave: You’re trembling. Your legs are shaking. You’re trying to push back against my mouth. Don’t. Be still. Take it. This is my worship. You come when I say. Not a second before. Sam: Please. Dave: Please what? Sam: Please, Dave. I can’t… I’m going to fall. Dave: Then fall. I’ve got you. Let go.
His phantom mouth was relentless, licking, sucking, circling the taut, desperate center of her. The pressure built, a coil wound beyond its limit. The dual sensations—the cool wall on her forehead, the restrictive pull of silk at her knees, the blazing heat of his imagined invasion—shattered her. Her orgasm broke over her silently, a violent, convulsive wave that locked her muscles and stole the air from her lungs. She slumped forward, held up only by her forearms against the wall, a silent scream caught in her throat.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of her harsh breathing. Then, her phone buzzed.
Dave: Did you fall? Sam: I’m in pieces on the floor. Dave: Pick them up. Put yourself back together. But remember this. That pleasure? That was mine. I own it. I own the ghost of it in your muscles for the rest of the day. You carry me with you now.
Tears, unexpected and warm, pricked her eyes. Not from sadness, but from the overwhelming, terrifying truth of it. He did own it. He owned parts of her no one else had ever touched.
With shaky hands, she pulled her clothing back into place. The damp silk chafed. The mundane world—the unfinished work on her screen, the faint sounds of the hallway—seeped back in, but it was different now. It was layered, thin, a veil over the raw, glowing reality he’d carved into her.
She typed, her fingers still unsteady.
Sam: I hate and love you for that. In equal, impossible measure. Dave: I know, baby. Me too. Now go be brilliant. I’ll be here. Always.
She leaned back in her chair, her body humming, sated and profoundly claimed. The connection wasn't a thread anymore; it was a root system, buried deep, impossible to tear out. He was right. She carried him with her. In the ache, in the peace, in every breath she took.
ACT I: IMMERSION
The text from Dave landed at 3:56 AM like a live wire, hot and sparking with static imagery from that day’s “Softcopy” excerpt. Sam, awake far earlier than planned, felt the phantom ache the words described—a muffled cry, a pillow, two urgent fingers. By 10:09 AM, she was confessing her own collapse, a fantasy so potent it detonated on contact: him at the hotel door, pulling her pants down before a single word was spoken, fingers pushing inside. She came before the fantasy could even breathe. They both spent the day in a state of suspended animation, bodies tingling through corporate calls about quantum computing and carpet quotes, their private text stream a low-voltage current connecting Arizona to Texas, a lifeline of want.
ACT II: ESCALATION
That night, after her workout and his narrow escape from last-minute shopping, they orbited the unspoken tension of their real lives. “I’m fully mentally prepared you’ll have post-wedding drunken sex tomorrow,” she texted, her heart a tight fist in her chest.
Dave’s response was immediate. Negative. Then the kicker: “Of all the dirty shit we talk, laying face to face with you is what got me over the edge. I mean, it actually got me the whole way.”
The confession hung in the digital air between them, raw and intimate. It was the quiet truth beneath their filthiest exchanges. Twenty minutes later he was texting again, a laugh of disbelief in his words: “And ffs, I came like 20 mins ago and I’m completely hard again just from typing that.”
It was the final catalyst.
Sam lay in her dark bedroom, Christian asleep beside her after an evening of pausing the TV for unfunny commentary she’d had to escape. The house was quiet. Her phone glowed softly against the sheets. The day’s desperate edge—the morning’s lightning-fast orgasm, his shower selfie that had made her whimper aloud, this latest admission—coalesced into a single, unbearable pressure. The nine-day countdown to his arrival felt like an eternity. Her body refused to wait.
Her fingers slipped under the waistband of her pajama shorts. No fantasy needed this time. Just memory. The ghost of his voice in her ear from weeks ago: I want your pussy in my mouth RIGHT NOW.
She pressed the heel of her palm hard against her clit through the thin cotton, a sharp inhale hissing through her teeth.
ACT III: CULMINATION
In the fantasy that was no longer fantasy but visceral expectation, he’s not patient. He never is.
The hotel room door clicks shut behind them and his mouth is on hers, a claiming kiss that tastes of whiskey and four years of restraint snapping. She barely registers dropping her purse. His hands are already at her hips, shoving her slacks and panties down in one rough motion until they pool at her ankles. He doesn’t even make her step out of them. He just turns her, bends her over the nearest surface—the dresser—and spreads her legs with his knee.
“Look at you,” his voice is gravel, thick with need. “Soaked all day just thinking about this.” His thumb finds her clit immediately, circling once, twice, a cruel tease before sliding down through her slick folds. “I felt it in every text. Every fucking sigh you typed.”
She buries her face in her folded arms to muffle the broken sound that escapes when he pushes two thick fingers inside her without preamble. It’s exactly as she’d imagined this morning—no build-up, just possession. A raw stretch that makes her back arch.
“Shhh,” he breathes against the shell of her ear, his body a solid wall of heat at her back. But it’s not a command for silence; it’s a sound of deep satisfaction. He pistons his fingers deep, crooking them to press against that sweet, spongy spot inside until stars burst behind her eyelids.
“That’s my girl,” he growls. “Taking me so good.” He adds a third finger and she cries out into her arm, her inner muscles fluttering desperately around the delicious invasion. He works her with a ruthless precision until she’s shaking, on the precipice of an orgasm built over hours of longing.
He doesn’t let her fall.
He pulls his fingers out with a wet sound that makes her blush hotly, then spins her around to face him. Her pants are still tangled around one ankle. His gaze is molten as he lifts her clean off her feet and carries her to the bed, dumping her onto the center of it before following her down.
He strips her completely then shucks off his own clothes. His cock stands rigid against his stomach, flushed and heavy-looking. But he ignores it for now, nudging her thighs apart with his shoulders and settling between them with a focus that steals her breath.
This is where fantasy melts into sense-memory—the first flat stroke of his tongue from her opening to her clit, slow and savoring.
“Fuck,” he groans against her skin, the vibration shooting straight to her core. “You taste fucking perfect.”
His tongue becomes that weapon of knowing precision he’d confessed to wanting earlier in their texts. He doesn’t tease. He feasts. Broad laps interspersed with focused suction directly on her clit while his hands grip her ass hard enough to bruise. She fists the sheets, her hips rolling helplessly against his mouth as he eats her like a man starved.
When she comes—sudden and violently—it’s with a choked scream he swallows whole as her thighs clamp around his head. He works her through every spasm until she’s sobbing from overstimulation, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
He doesn’t stop for long. He climbs up her body, rubbing his cockhead through the mess of slick and spit on her folds. “You ready for more?” he rasps, kissing her neck.
“Yes,” she pants. “God, please.”
He looks into her eyes as he pushes inside, inch by excruciating inch until he’s fully seated. They both go utterly still for a second, breathing raggedly into each other’s mouths. Laying face to face, finally feeling the reality of what they’ve wanted for years.
“See?” he whispers, voice raw with emotion beneath its usual dominant growl as he begins to move slowly inside her tight heat. “This is what gets me.”
It breaks something open in them both.
What follows is not slow or tender; it’s a frantic collision born of stolen time and desperation. He fucks into her with deep, powerful strokes that shift the mattress on its frame, each thrust aimed to hit exactly where she needs it most. His hand slips between them to press firm circles on her clit again and soon she’s coming apart underneath him for a second time, pulsing so hard around him that his rhythm falters into stuttering grunts of pleasure against her lips.
But it isn't enough. "Turn over," he commands gruffly. He pulls out of her only long enough to flip Sam onto hands and knees. "Show me how much you missed me." He enters again in this new position from behind; deeper now than before - every impact echoes throughout hotel room walls while making them forget world outside exists anymore because all either can feel is skin meeting sweat & desire mingling breathlessly together until there's nothing left but raw need driving them forward relentlessly toward another climax which tears through Sam like wildfire leaving behind trembling aftershocks everywhere Dave touches next--his hands gripping hips possessively as final waves crash over both bodies leaving no room thought other than this real & happening now despite everything else trying keep them apart forevermore...
ACT IV: DENOUEMENT
In the quiet aftermath tangled among disheveled hotel sheets smelling like sex & sweat mixed together with love neither will name aloud yet hangs heavy between breaths taken after such intensity shared moments earlier... Sam lay curled against Dave's chest listening beat beneath sternum while fingertips traced idle patterns across bald head resting chin atop hair damp from exertion still humming energy leftover high coursing veins slowly settling back down reality waiting outside door again soon enough but not yet...
"I love you," he murmured into crown hair without opening eyes holding tighter closer possessively protective all same time gentle too knowing well fragile line walked daily between their worlds separated by miles commitments others but worth risk because feeling right here now surpassed anything else ever known before...
"I love you too shithead," she whispered back nuzzling deeper warmth radiating from him smiling despite heavy heartache looming inevitable parting only days away already counting hours until next could touch again though promise made silently vow never go back way were prior tonight sealing deal fate sealed long ago anyway just took four years realize truth staring right front faces whole damn time...
They drifted sleep entwined limbs heartbeats syncing rhythm perfect imperfect forbidden beautiful mess theirs alone carry forward whatever came next... together somehow even apart always connected thread woven steel desire unconditional acceptance saw flaws loved them anyway made whole broken pieces fit perfectly puzzle no one else could solve except each other...
The ache began with a sound.
Not the sound, hours earlier, of Dave’s morning voice message—that warm, gravelly Texan good morning that had flooded Sam’s Arizona kitchen with a physical warmth. No, this was different. It was the sound of her own breath catching, mid-laugh, as she read his text. A joke about the sycophantic colleague, a shared eye-roll at the absurdity of their days. And then, her thumb hovering over her own risky reply: Resisting the urge to be quiet. His immediate response was a balm and an accelerant: I would never tell you to be quiet. Ever. The words lived under her skin, a gentle, relentless pulse, as her afternoon melted into the soft gloom of her home office, the chaos of dogs and carpet estimates and distant partners all fading to a pleasant hum.
Four years of this. Four years of building a universe in the palm of her hand, brick by digital brick, laugh by soul-searing confession. It had culminated, recently, in a hotel room where words finally became skin, and the love they’d nurtured from a distance became a tangible, breathtaking truth. Now, the distance was a phantom limb, throbbing with remembered sensation.
Her phone glowed on the desk, a portal to him. The work tab was open, but her mind was a thousand miles east, replaying the confession she’d typed earlier, the one that had made him go quiet for a full, heart-stopping minute. A fantasy, she’d said. A simple, vivid daydream of his hands on her. I finished embarrassingly fast, she’d admitted, her cheeks flaming even in the empty room. His reply had been a masterpiece of heartfelt devotion: The greatest compliment I’ve ever been paid.
Now, as dusk painted her walls in lavender and gold, the fantasy wouldn’t stay contained to text. It expanded, filling the quiet room. The memory of his voice became the ghost of his breath on her neck. The memory of his confidence became the sure, steady pressure of his gaze upon her.
She leaned back in her chair, the leather cool through her thin blouse. The house was silent. The world outside her window was holding its breath. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back.
In her mind, he was there. Not as a sudden apparition, but as a natural, inevitable presence. He would come up behind her, his hands—broad, warm, known—coming to rest on her shoulders. No greeting was needed. The first touch would be his lips, a tender press against the side of her throat, right where her pulse fluttered like a captive bird. “Sam,” he’d murmur, just her name, a prayer and a claim all at once.
Her breath hitched now, in the real, empty room, just as it would then. Her own hands, resting on the arms of the chair, tightened.
In the fantasy, his fingers began to move, slipping the first button of her blouse free, then the next. The slide of cotton giving way was louder than any shout. His palms skated down her collarbones, thumbs tracing the upper curves of her breasts held in lace. “So beautiful,” he’d whisper, his voice thick with an adoration that had been banked for years. “Every part of you.”
She arched into the touch that wasn’t there, a soft sigh escaping her lips. This was the heart of it: not just wanting, but being wanted so completely it felt like being rebuilt. He would turn the chair, slowly, until she faced him. His eyes, the color of warm whiskey, would drink her in—flushed, trembling, openly his. He’d sink to his knees before her, his hands cradling her face. “I love the sound of you,” he’d say, echoing their texts. “I love the way you laugh, the way you sigh… the way you say my name.”
His mouth would find hers then, a kiss that started as a sweet reunion and deepened into a consuming fire. It tasted of coffee and mint and Dave, a flavor she knew in her soul. His hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips to pull her closer to the edge of the seat, until she was cradled in the vee of his legs. His fingers found the hem of her skirt, pushing it up over her thighs with a reverence that made her chest ache. The cool air, then the scorching heat of his palms on her skin.
He looked up at her, his forehead resting against her stomach. “Tell me,” he’d urge, his voice a loving command. “Tell me what you thought about. What made you finish so fast for me.”
“You,” she’d gasp, her fingers tunneling into the soft, familiar terrain of his scalp. “Just… you looking at me. Like I’m everything.” Her confession from the text, given breath and skin.
His answer was to lean in, his lips trailing a path of fire down her stomach, over the lace at her hips. He hooked his fingers in the sides of her underwear, drawing them down with agonizing slowness. “You are,” he said, the words vibrating against the inside of her thigh. “You always have been.”
Then his mouth was on her, and the world dissolved into sensation. It wasn’t an act of taking, but one of profound, worshipful devotion. Every stroke of his tongue was a sentence from their four-year love letter; every soft suck was a promise whispered across state lines. He held her hips steady, not to restrain, but to anchor her as the pleasure built—a slow, deep tide pulled by the moon of his unwavering attention. She was unraveling, a cascade of sighs and broken syllables, her hands clenched in his hair, not guiding, just holding on. The pleasure was a sweet, unbearable pressure, coiling tighter and tighter, built on a foundation of shared jokes, morning voice notes, and the terrifying, wonderful truth of their love.
“Dave… I’m…” The warning was a sob.
“I know, sweetheart,” he murmured against her, the vibration tipping her irrevocably over the edge. “Let go. I’ve got you. I love you.”
And she did. With a cry she didn’t try to quiet, she shattered, the release wracking through her in waves of liquid gold, a culmination of a day’s flirtation and a lifetime’s longing. He held her through it, his mouth gentle, his arms wrapped around her trembling thighs, until the last tremor subsided into a profound, humming peace.
In the quiet aftermath of her real room, Sam slowly opened her eyes. The lavender dusk had deepened to violet. Her body hummed, satiated and lonely all at once. On her desk, her phone lit up with a new message.
It was a silly, AI-generated image he’d made—two cartoon figures laughing under a starry sky. Beneath it, his text: Still thinking about you finishing fast. Still the best thing I’ve ever heard. I love you.
A tear, sweet and not sad, traced a path down her temple into her hairline. She brought her fingers to her lips, still feeling the ghost of his kiss. The distance remained, a stark, empty map. But in the quiet, in the lingering warmth on her skin and the glow of the screen, the love was not a phantom. It was as real as her next breath, as intimate as a secret shared in an empty room, waiting for the day when the fantasy would once again be just a prelude to his touch.
I woke up this morning feeling a bit groggy but excited after a night filled with playful exchanges with Dave. He sent me an audio message that made my heart race, talking about how he woke up hard and how much he loves the excerpts I send him. It’s always nice to hear that from him. I shared a photo that reflected my mood, and we exchanged good morning wishes.
We talked about our workdays and how some kids were protesting at school, which I fully support. It’s nice to see young people standing up for what they believe in. I also took a moment to vent about someone at work who was acting like a total brown-noser, and we joked about how everyone was on camera. Dave's sense of humor always makes me laugh, especially when he agreed with my observations about our coworkers.
I mentioned my excitement about my favorite artist releasing a new single, though I was frustrated that the full album won't drop until April. Dave encouraged me to keep the faith and said it has to be just right. Our conversation flowed easily, filled with banter and flirtation. I even confessed that I couldn't stop thinking about a fantasy involving us, which seemed to thrill him.
After sharing some light-hearted moments and discussing my workout plans, I felt a bit tired and decided to take a nap, kicking the dogs off me. I also teased Dave about the possibility of him having post-wedding drunken sex tomorrow, even though I told him not to tell me about it if it happens.
Later, I found myself deep in social media sleuthing, discovering a familiar face from a reality show I watched. Sharing the details about my findings made the evening fun, and I loved that Dave was engaged in the conversation, joking about my discoveries.
As the night wound down, we flirted about the new AI image generation project Dave was working on, jokingly expressing my concerns about him creating an unrealistic image of me. His reassurance that nothing could replace the real me made me smile.
Overall, it was a day filled with laughter, love, and a bit of playful teasing, reminding me how much I cherish the connection we have.
From my perspective, the day started with a playful vibe. I shared a cheeky photo and made a comment that I could never tell Sam to be quiet, which always gets us both laughing. I sent her a morning audio message, expressing how I woke up feeling a bit embarrassed but excited about her beautiful writing. Her responses are always such a highlight for me.
As our conversation flowed, we joked about some coworkers and their antics, which led to a bit of light-hearted venting about work. I was intrigued by her thoughts on her favorite musician releasing a single, but delaying the album until April. I couldn't help but chuckle about how we both have a tendency to get wrapped up in our own worlds, especially when it comes to work and responsibilities.
We talked about her plans for the weekend, and it seemed like she had a busy schedule ahead. I shared a movie with her and we exchanged compliments about our appearances, both of us playfully downplaying how we look. As always, she was excited to see me soon, and I reciprocated those feelings.
Things took a steamy turn as we discussed our fantasies and the anticipation of finally being together. I couldn't help but admit how much Sam gets to me, to the point where just talking about her made me feel a certain way. She’s always on my mind, and I love that we can talk so openly about our desires.
Later, I got caught up in my new obsession with AI image generation, and we bantered about that, too. Our conversations are often filled with laughter, sarcasm, and the kind of connection that makes me appreciate her even more.
Even as our chats shifted to mundane topics, like her workout plans and the frustrations of technology, there was a constant thread of fun and flirtation. I love our back and forth, and it keeps my spirits high. By the end of the day, I felt grateful for the interaction and excited for what’s to come.
On that day, Dave and Sam exchanged a flurry of playful messages, starting with Dave sharing a photo that set a lighthearted tone. He teased Sam about the contents of the image, prompting her to respond with a cheeky remark about resisting the urge to be quiet. Dave quickly reassured her that he would never tell her to be quiet, playfully implying that he enjoyed her banter.
As the morning unfolded, Dave sent a voice message wishing Sam a good morning and expressing his appreciation for the excerpts she had shared. Their conversation flowed easily, punctuated with laughter and shared photos. Sam greeted Dave warmly, sharing that she had slept fairly well despite being interrupted by her dogs. They exchanged lighthearted jabs about a colleague who was perceived as overly ingratiating, with Sam expressing disbelief at the lengths this person went to for approval.
The dialogue shifted to more personal matters as Sam mentioned her partner’s new single, expressing frustration over the delay in the album's release. Dave responded with humor, highlighting the anticipation surrounding the project. Their conversation took a sensual turn as they discussed fantasies, with Sam humorously admitting how quickly she had “finished” while imagining being with Dave.
As they continued to chat, Dave noted the challenges of their workdays and upcoming meetings, while Sam shared her thoughts on students protesting at their schools. The conversation interspersed with fun images and shared opinions about various topics, including Sam's upcoming plans for the weekend. They both enjoyed teasing each other, the flirtation evident in their exchanges.
Sam also touched on a frustrating experience with a carpet estimate, sharing her suspicion that she was being overcharged, which led to a discussion about the challenges women often face in negotiations. The banter continued as they explored humorous sentiments about their lives and experiences, culminating in a shared sense of camaraderie and affection.
The day ended with a playful back-and-forth about their feelings for one another, punctuated by lighthearted teasing and love declarations. They discussed the importance of their connection, reassuring each other that their feelings remained strong regardless of their circumstances. The conversation wrapped up with Dave playfully teasing Sam about his new obsession with AI image generation, setting the stage for more lighthearted exchanges to come.
Ultimately, their conversation reflected a deep bond filled with humor, intimacy, and understanding, reinforcing their connection as they shared their lives with one another.
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── 03:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
The souna rip from sam throat in real rife asa to two finger prunge insihuself wasa muffle by huh pirrow…
I can do resist 🤭😉
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<b>Dave:</b> I’ll never tell you to be quiet baby 😈
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── 07:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning sunshine I hope you slept well. I did until about 4 o'clock when I woke up. So embarrassingly hard I couldn't stand it but use that word because it's in that first passage that you sent and there's nothing embarrassing about how wonderfully ready you are. I love when you send me. I know I say this all the time probably but I love when you send these. These excerpts And yeah, I was definitely gonna make you be quiet Anyway, hope that's a good way to start your day off And I'll talk to you soon
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
shared a photo
🤷♂️
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── 08:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
Literally me right now lol
<b>Sam:</b> Good morning love
<b>Dave:</b> GM! How’d you sleep, sweetheart?
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
Jan 30, 2026 8:55:39 AM Hahahaha looks first!!
Hahahaha look first!!
Hahahaha look who’s first!!
<b>Sam:</b> Fucking imagine that 🙄🙄🙄
<b>Sam:</b> Is anyone else on.
<b>Sam:</b> I need to boot up my computer lol
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, 8 online
<b>Sam:</b> Well I’m glad I woke up in time! Lol
<b>Sam:</b> I slept fairly well. Still up a few times with the dogs but Atleast I got to sleep in!
── 09:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> He is SUCH a brown noser
<b>Sam:</b> Like dude…. Be ashamed
<b>Dave:</b> Even his voice says “brown noser”
<b>Sam:</b> How is he not gagging from having everyone’s dick shoved so far down his throat
<b>Dave:</b> He’s a pro 🤷♂️
<b>Sam:</b> Why is everyone on camera
<b>Sam:</b> I cannot. Lol
<b>Dave:</b> Sycophants 🙄
<b>Sam:</b> I think Jeff will cry 🥺
<b>Sam:</b> And that will be sad
<b>Dave:</b> Awwwwe
<b>Dave:</b> How about Shithead?
<b>Sam:</b> If I were Stephen, there’s no way I would want to take Jeff’s role bc he is going to suckkkkk in comparison
<b>Sam:</b> He definitely can’t be vulnerable. He’s just a brick wall
<b>Dave:</b> Right?? Those are big shoes to fill for his stupid little feet
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh I guess I should get off the couch and go into my office lol
<b>Sam:</b> I used to work on the couch like every Friday
<b>Sam:</b> And I don’t know how bc my whole body hurts 😂
<b>Sam:</b> My man released his new single today 🥹🥹
<b>Sam:</b> Did I tell you his whole album isn’t being released though until APRIL!!!!!??? what the fuck
<b>Sam:</b> It can’t be that hard. Shit is made. Like release lol
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Dave:</b> It’s gotta be just right!!
<b>Sam:</b> Let’s gooooooo lol
<b>Sam:</b> Anyway, how are you baby? ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> Is this Noah we’re talking about?
<b>Dave:</b> I’m good. I have a meeting in a few minutes so that sucks. And the AC guy is coming back today to finish up 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> shared a movie
Call volume might be loud fyi
<b>Sam:</b> Seriously so pretty and floofy!
<b>Dave:</b> She really is 😍
<b>Sam:</b> This whole time I thought Christian was in his office and he’s not even here!
<b>Sam:</b> When’s that corporate update call? 11 your time?
<b>Dave:</b> 10 cst
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh
<b>Dave:</b> Why? Are you going to attend it?
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
I wanted to see how quickly I could do this…😉 turns out, very quickly lol
<b>Dave:</b> I wondered if that’s what you were doing 🤭
── 10:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Hehe I figured you might know
── 09:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> Yesssss
<b>Dave:</b> Day = made! 🥰
── 10:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> My day too! 😅
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<b>Dave:</b> God I can’t wait to see that face laying right in front of me 🫠
<b>Dave:</b> I wondered if that’s what you were doing 🤭
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<b>Dave:</b> Any particular fantasy?
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<b>Sam:</b> No, i came so fast, i didn’t even get past us seeing each other initially at the door and you starting to pull my pants down and stick your fingers in me 🥵 and i was done. Lmao. I’m in trouble
<b>Sam:</b> Hehe I figured you might know
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<b>Sam:</b> My day too! 😅
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<b>Sam:</b> No, i came so fast, i didn’t even get past us seeing each other initially at the door and you starting to pull my pants down and stick your fingers in me 🥵 and i was done. Lmao. I’m in trouble
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<b>Dave:</b> I looooove this
<b>Dave:</b> We start the abstinence challenge Monday right?
<b>Dave:</b> Or is it Sunday?
<b>Sam:</b> Sunday
<b>Sam:</b> Today I think both kids are walking out of school for ICE protests lol. Which I support. But the schools sent messages like we cannot support this. Kids will be marked with unexcuses absences blah blah blah lol
<b>Dave:</b> Oh wow
<b>Dave:</b> Good for them
<b>Sam:</b> But some schools have totally shut down so students can protest so that’s cool!
<b>Sam:</b> But also. What a damn time.
<b>Sam:</b> Like there was never a time when I was growing up where like there would even be anything for me, as a 15 yr old child, to protest!! Ya know?
<b>Dave:</b> Right?! Nothing this big.
<b>Sam:</b> Are you watching the corp update? I have mean things to say about ppl lololol
<b>Dave:</b> When I was in high school we had a walkout over the school banning shirts with the confederate flag, and shirts with the Malcom X “X”. Because they both had become value flags or whatever it’s called
<b>Dave:</b> It’s playing in the background but I’m not really paying attention
<b>Sam:</b> OK well the guy currently talking
<b>Sam:</b> 1. I hate his voice
<b>Sam:</b> 2. The pants are WAY too tight in his crotch area
<b>Sam:</b> I feel like he literally has a FUPA. LOLOL
<b>Dave:</b> Lol! Omg they are!
<b>Sam:</b> I’m bothered
<b>Sam:</b> His dick area is like a mound
<b>Sam:</b> I CAN’T STOP STARING
<b>Dave:</b> Hahahaha
<b>Sam:</b> Oh thank God, now I can judge the next person lol
<b>Sam:</b> Ok much better.
<b>Sam:</b> Do you know that if you were on stage, I would definitely be staring at your dick the entire time 😉
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe
<b>Dave:</b> I do know that!
<b>Dave:</b> And I love it
<b>Dave:</b> I’d wear the tightest pants I have!
<b>Dave:</b> I might just rock gray sweats 🤷♂️
<b>Sam:</b> I would like that very much lol
<b>Sam:</b> I’m literally still tingling a bit from getting off 🫠
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, I’m definitely tingling too lol
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<b>Sam:</b> Do you know of Ian Pleasants?
<b>Dave:</b> I know the name… But I can’t quite place him
<b>Sam:</b> Well Nevermind then 🤪
<b>Dave:</b> Why? Who is he? Now I need to know
<b>Sam:</b> Lol no it’s no biggie. He’s been a main stakeholder of mine for years and I’m on a call with him now and it just dawned on me that he totally reminds me (bc he looks like him) of my dude, Noah Kahan!!! lol
<b>Sam:</b> He’s a super cool dude though
<b>Dave:</b> Yes! I do remember him now.
<b>Dave:</b> We met about something a couple years ago. Turns out one of us wan’t the right one to deal with it. Probably something to do with the RW assessment actually.
<b>Sam:</b> That would make sense
<b>Sam:</b> There’s a lot of talk about post-quantum computing and imma be honest, I have no idea what that means 😂
<b>Dave:</b> The whole issue with quantum computing is that security hashing algorithms that we rely on today like AES and RSA will become obsolete as soon as QC is stabilized.
With our current computing power, it would take thousands of years to crack RSA-2048, and billions of years+ to track AES.
With QC, RSA-2048 would take minutes to hours. AES is still more secure but will be cracked in a fraction of the time.
<b>Dave:</b> Since that basically secures all internet communication, passwords, literally everything… literally everything becomes unprotected.
<b>Sam:</b> Ummmm
<b>Sam:</b> That’s bad lol
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah. But the reality is still: we’re a long way from quantum computing getting to that point.
<b>Dave:</b> From what I understand anyway.
<b>Sam:</b> But like…in our lifetime?
<b>Dave:</b> I mean, there could be a breakthrough at any time, but we’re talking: mastery of quantum mechanics, a science that we don’t even fundamentally understand.
<b>Dave:</b> Kind of like nuclear fission reactors. It has been “within the next 20 years” for…. 100 years lol
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmmm
<b>Sam:</b> I don’t like it lol
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<b>Dave:</b> Oh I can only imagine.
<b>Dave:</b> If you need to platypus, lmk 😉
<b>Sam:</b> I’m not at that level…yet buttttt I’m about to be bc I just got an estimate on the fucking carpet. $10k!!! FOR CARPET
<b>Sam:</b> why!!!
<b>Sam:</b> Carpet is supposed to be like $3-$5k
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<b>Dave:</b> Daaamn
<b>Dave:</b> Ugh.. that fucking sucks
<b>Sam:</b> We can save $400 by moving all the furniture ourselves. I’m trying to decide if that’s worth it 😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> Lololol
<b>Dave:</b> What is $400 out of 10,000
<b>Sam:</b> This is also true 😭
<b>Dave:</b> Not worth it - is what it is
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe I can ask Joe to help lol. Pay him in booze
<b>Sam:</b> This is also true 😭
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<b>Sam:</b> I feel like…I always get charged more bc I’m a woman lol
<b>Dave:</b> You probably do
<b>Sam:</b> 🤬🤬
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<b>Sam:</b> Lolololol
<b>Sam:</b> A man who “owns your mind”?!? Whattttt
<b>Sam:</b> How can you be grounded in faith but also polygynous lol
<b>Dave:</b> Lol that’s the first thing I noticed
<b>Sam:</b> Keep playing where its safe - yep, that sounds good to me lol
<b>Dave:</b> Is that from are we dating the same guy
<b>Dave:</b> Or whatever it’s called
<b>Sam:</b> Dude. If (likely when) I’m single again, and whatever we are is…whatever it is lolol and we aren’t together 😤 DON’T let me get on the apps again
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<b>Sam:</b> These men are living here in Phoenix 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah that guy would be moving in with you in WEEKS
<b>Sam:</b> 🤬🤬
<b>Sam:</b> He calls himself a Prince!!! Lolo
<b>Sam:</b> 🤬🤬
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<b>Sam:</b> Nah he’s 32! He wouldn’t even make it through my filters
<b>Dave:</b> He’s own your mind 🤷♂️
<b>Sam:</b> Omg he’s 32. What an even BIGGER punk ass. Like sit down child
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<b>Sam:</b> NOOOOOOOOO
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Jan 30, 2026 12:34:07 PM Love int
Love it
<b>Sam:</b> YOU ARE MISSING THE POINT!!
<b>Dave:</b> THAT’S THE ONLY THING I SEE
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<b>Dave:</b> Um.. no all the way back here
<b>Dave:</b> Lol
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah too bad that lady died though fr
<b>Sam:</b> 😭
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Oh I’m sorry I have feelings for you!
<b>Sam:</b> Sigh
<b>Sam:</b> I have all the feelings for you, too
<b>Sam:</b> Ya big dummy
<b>Sam:</b> Hahahaha
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<b>Sam:</b> Sometimes I REALLY just want to give you a tittie twister
<b>Dave:</b> LMAO
<b>Dave:</b> Ok. You won me back.
<b>Sam:</b> With the tittie twister comment? Lol
<b>Sam:</b> Oh did I lose you for a moment?
<b>Dave:</b> Not really
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<b>Sam:</b> With the tittie twister comment? Lol
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<b>Dave:</b> Um.. no all the way back here
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<b>Sam:</b> Oh. Bahaha
<b>Sam:</b> That was FAST
<b>Dave:</b> Oh sorry.. Yes, you won me back with the tittle twister
<b>Dave:</b> You lost me way back there
<b>Sam:</b> Oooooo
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Lolol there’s a stigma? But also….🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe, awe shucks
<b>Dave:</b> And yeah… What stigma lol?
<b>Dave:</b> Fuck that bitch
<b>Sam:</b> Idiots
<b>Sam:</b> Blahhhh do I go to workout tonight
<b>Dave:</b> Yes!!
<b>Dave:</b> You know you’ll feel great!
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<b>Dave:</b> That’s also an option
<b>Sam:</b> But it’s for a whole HOUR 🙄
<b>Sam:</b> Let’s talk about the fact that that’s stupid lol
<b>Dave:</b> Lol
<b>Dave:</b> Ok, good point.
<b>Sam:</b> Bc no one wants to work out on a Friday night. From 5-6pm. So for those of us that actually go, it should be a quick in and out
<b>Sam:</b> Like this was not thought through
<b>Dave:</b> Maybe they thought since it was the end of the week, everyone would need a good long workout to close the week out strong.
<b>Dave:</b> And to have a good outlet for all built up stress
<b>Sam:</b> Hmph
<b>Sam:</b> I signed up
<b>Dave:</b> Yaaaaay! Good job baby!
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<b>Sam:</b> shared a movie
Every time I try to nap….
<b>Dave:</b> Awwwwe
<b>Dave:</b> They just want you to see them!!
<b>Sam:</b> No it is not awww
<b>Sam:</b> My body is not a jungle gym
<b>Dave:</b> Actually I meant awwwe for you
<b>Dave:</b> Not yet it isn’t 😏
<b>Dave:</b> In 9 days it’s gonna be
<b>Sam:</b> Ahh! In single digits!!
<b>Dave:</b> 🎵 I can’t waaaaait 🎵
<b>Sam:</b> Meeeee neither!
<b>Sam:</b> OK baby I kicked out the dogs. Going to nap for 30 min. BRB.
<b>Sam:</b> What do you have going on this evening?
<b>Dave:</b> Nothing, I don’t think
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<b>Dave:</b> Hbu?
<b>Dave:</b> And tomorrow you’re doing Xander and Mollly? And then Sunday Sedona?
<b>Dave:</b> Is Christian going to Sedona with you? And I thought you said Candace was coming to Phoenix…
<b>Sam:</b> Just going to work out then come home and clean.
<b>Sam:</b> What time do you leave tomorrow for the wedding?
<b>Dave:</b> Idk. Afternoon?
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 30, 2026 5:14:59 PM Yeah it stays at 4
Yeah it starts at 4
<b>Sam:</b> Candace lands in Phoenix tomorrow night then they hired a driver to drive them up to Sedona lol
<b>Sam:</b> And I’m just going up Sedona myself on Sunday to hang out with Candace. No Christian
<b>Dave:</b> Why isn’t she coming to see you tomorrow night then? Seems… odd… to make you drive all the way there
<b>Sam:</b> 1. They get in pretty late and I’m not a nighttime hang out kind of gal 😂
<b>Sam:</b> 2. Meh it’s ok. This gives us time to hike and actually do stuff. It’ll be good for me lol
<b>Sam:</b> Also. Christian JUST realized I’d be gone Super Bowl night. 😅
<b>Sam:</b> Twas not pleased. Lol but he’ll get over it
<b>Dave:</b> You know what? I was just looking at your selfies and you really are incredible pretty 😍. Like, I’m not sure I actually believe you’re really into me 🤔….
<b>Dave:</b> Kidding, kidding 😘
<b>Sam:</b> Wtf
<b>Sam:</b> You weirdo
<b>Dave:</b> But it’s honestly kind of surreal
<b>Sam:</b> Same could be said for you!!!
<b>Sam:</b> I’m actually not. You should really inspect my face. Not pretty
<b>Dave:</b> Oh please
<b>Sam:</b> Open pores. Fat cheeks like a chipmunk (thanks to my fathers side 🙄), some scarring, big bags under my eyes
<b>Sam:</b> Like ACTUALLY look 🤪
<b>Dave:</b> Ive seen you plenty
<b>Dave:</b> Definitely enough to know your full of shit
<b>Dave:</b> And I’m right
<b>Dave:</b> You’re hot. 😘
<b>Sam:</b> I’m not! But thank you baby
<b>Sam:</b> I can’t WAIT to see your sexy face!
<b>Dave:</b> You’re going to see it soooo close!
<b>Sam:</b> And give it sooooo many kisses
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<b>Dave:</b> Of all the dirty shit we talk, laying face to face with you is what got over the edge. I mean, it actually got me the whole way 🤭.
<b>Dave:</b> And ffs, I came like 20 mins ago and I’m completely hard again just from typing that. 🤯
Idk what spell you cast on me but…. I like it 😏
<b>Sam:</b> I love that that’s what got you off
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<b>Dave:</b> ALLTHEKISSES
<b>Dave:</b> Ahhh looks like weather won’t be a problem 😮💨
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<b>Dave:</b> Jan 30, 2026 5:30:21 PM Also, nice
Also, nice 😏
<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha
<b>Dave:</b> Your workout is soon right?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes 😭😭
<b>Dave:</b> How long does it take you to get to the gym again?
<b>Sam:</b> 5 minutes lol
<b>Dave:</b> Nice!
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<b>Sam:</b> Getting there is hardest part. Lol
<b>Dave:</b> You can do it!!
<b>Dave:</b> I believe in you!
<b>Sam:</b> I already can’t wait to go home and shower lol
<b>Dave:</b> Oh hey! What day was the Asian version of SoftCopy? In med to see what’s going on there
<b>Dave:</b> Wherever you get a chance
<b>Sam:</b> The one for 1-28
<b>Sam:</b> Let me check
<b>Sam:</b> Yep and it was the porn one
<b>Sam:</b> It starts off normal then goes off the rails 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Ahhh ok lol
<b>Dave:</b> I thought it looked fine
<b>Dave:</b> Must not have gone far enough
<b>Sam:</b> Look for where there stops being any punctuation. Then it’s like a few paragraphs into that, you can tell it’s like there are words missing
<b>Sam:</b> Omg already regretting coming lol.
<b>Sam:</b> It’s like 10 of this, 20 of that, all the way up to 100
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<b>Dave:</b> Go kill it!!
── 19:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Hello, I just realized I don't think I've voice messaged you all day But so I thought I would say hi I'm dead absolutely but it was good. You were right I should've gone. Now I'm gonna go home and fucking shower cause I am disgusting but I hope you're having a good night and yeah I miss you And all the things
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Hey baby doll I happen to miss you as well. I am. I didn't notice that I hadn't heard your sweet voice today. And I have a unaffiliated to be able to listen to this, but you'll probably understand a selfie Send you when I'm done with this cause I just got out of the shower and you have definitely been on my mind today like every day in my mind you've been on something else We'll have to see how that plays out in a week though Yeah, so actually my night just got really good because fuck now. I don't have any clean underwear. It's not really good anymore. So like I don't know if you know this about me, but one of the worst fucking things you can possibly do to me is At like 7 PM come up and say hey let's go shopping for some shoes and fucking jewelry and a bunch of shit that I forgot or just didn't get that I need for tomorrow After I've like settled in and you know it's 7 o'clock right but luckily right before that I had just ordered a pizza cause I was I made a bunch of grilled chicken last night so it's kind of all day just kinda thinking I'll just have chicken. have chicken whatever for dinner But I decided to just go ahead and go with the pizza so I called in a pizza for delivery like 10 minutes prior so she comes out and says that I was like oh God oh sorry I just ordered a pizza Oh damn, I guess I guess I can't go So yeah, that was pretty awesome Cause I do not want to go shopping on Friday night at 7 PM for some dumb shit
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<b>Sam:</b> 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
<b>Sam:</b> Yassssss!!
<b>Sam:</b> Not the 7pm shopping!!
<b>Sam:</b> Glad you got out of it 😉
<b>Sam:</b> I find it interesting she wants you to go shopping with her. I hatteeee shopping with men. I feel rushed!
<b>Dave:</b> Yep… I mean,especially not without any warning
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah. I don’t get it.
<b>Sam:</b> Sounds like she wants to spend quality time with you.
Hmph.
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah fuck that
<b>Sam:</b> I’m fully mentally prepared that you will probably have post wedding drunken sex tomorrow, but just don’t tell me if you do 😅
<b>Dave:</b> Of all the dirty shit we talk, laying face to face with you is what got over the edge. I mean, it actually got me the whole way 🤭.
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<b>Dave:</b> And ffs, I came like 20 mins ago and I’m completely hard again just from typing that. 🤯
Idk what spell you cast on me but…. I like it 😏
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<b>Sam:</b> Sounds like she wants to spend quality time with you.
Hmph.
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<b>Dave:</b> Yeah fuck that
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<b>Sam:</b> I love that that’s what got you off
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<b>Sam:</b> I’m fully mentally prepared that you will probably have post wedding drunken sex tomorrow, but just don’t tell me if you do 😅
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<b>Dave:</b> Negative
<b>Dave:</b> Not happening
<b>Dave:</b> I’m going to be a…. Relative…. Virgin for you baby 😜
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<b>Dave:</b> …hard again 🤦♂️
<b>Sam:</b> Honey, you have to have sex again at SOME point. Otherwise that’s going to be very suspicious!
<b>Dave:</b> Do you WANT me to have sex tomorrow?
<b>Sam:</b> Ahem - do you WANT me to have sex?
<b>Dave:</b> 🤷♂️
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<b>Dave:</b> I’m not saying never… I’m just saying not before you 😘
<b>Dave:</b> Jeez… I thought you’d be flattered 🙄
<b>Sam:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> I am!!!
<b>Sam:</b> But also aware that it might seem odd to her!
<b>Dave:</b> Nah, it’s been totally natural
<b>Sam:</b> Okayyy
<b>Sam:</b> If you say so 😘
<b>Dave:</b> I’m not even gonna ask you because you already said you wouldn’t tell me if you did lol
<b>Sam:</b> It has absolutely not happened lol
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah that sounds like what someone who said they wouldn’t say - would say
<b>Dave:</b> 😜
<b>Sam:</b> 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> It’s fine if you have to too. It won’t be cheating on me, even if it feels like it. And it 100% won’t affect how I feel about you 😘
<b>Sam:</b> Ahem - do you WANT me to have sex?
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<b>Dave:</b> No!
<b>Dave:</b> Buuuuut… I just wanted to put that out there
<b>Dave:</b> So you know
<b>Sam:</b> Well that is the same way I feel as well
<b>Dave:</b> So you don’t mean either?!
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe
<b>Dave:</b> I love you 👸🏼
<b>Sam:</b> I love you too shithead ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> 😂
── 21:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Good lord, I finally downloaded the latest iOS update. Took freaking forever!
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Dave:</b> I’ve had that for months
<b>Sam:</b> MONTHS?
<b>Sam:</b> How
<b>Sam:</b> It didn’t hit my phone until maybe 2 weeks ago. MAYBE
<b>Dave:</b> The big update?
<b>Sam:</b> Yea
<b>Sam:</b> I don’t i like it
<b>Dave:</b> They roll it out to newer phones first
<b>Dave:</b> I got used to it
<b>Sam:</b> Oh. I see. And my shitty phone is last on the list lol
<b>Dave:</b> Exactly
<b>Sam:</b> Hmph
<b>Sam:</b> I do reallyyyyyy need a new phone
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah
<b>Dave:</b> You do
<b>Sam:</b> OK maybe that’s like a Monday Sam problem
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Sam:</b> Christian won’t. Stop. Talking. Like just keeps pausing the TV to keep saying random shit. Shit he thinks is funny. Or just to like interject something. Like he is on another level
<b>Sam:</b> I gotta go upstairs. 😑
<b>Dave:</b> I hate people who won’t stop talking…
<b>Sam:</b> It’s soooo bad. And I’m not paying attention to anything on the TV and he keeps pausing to talk about it and I’m like I’M NOT WATCHING THIS
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe it’s bc he’s been drinking
<b>Dave:</b> Ahhh, yeah probably. What is he watching?
<b>Sam:</b> I have literally no idea.
<b>Sam:</b> Ok I’m down deep in a rabbit hole
<b>Sam:</b> Social media sleuthing
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<b>Sam:</b> Ok are these the exact same picture, just one is zoomed in
<b>Sam:</b> With a different shirt
<b>Sam:</b> And slightly different background
<b>Sam:</b> Ok no it isn’t. Right? Man I’ve flipped back and forth like 25 times. Lol I think the head angle is slightly different in them
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, it’s VERY close
<b>Dave:</b> But I think there are some slight differences. Lighting for sure
<b>Dave:</b> Who is it? And why are you sleuthing him?
<b>Sam:</b> Ok so I was scrolling through FB and always get suggestions for local pages blah blah. And so I see this one advertising a local junk removal business. And I start scrolling by and I’m like wait. A. MINUTE!!! That guy looks so familiar
<b>Sam:</b> “Is that…” No it can’t be. Omg it is!!!”
It’s a guy from the first season of Love Is Blind!! And I know you’ve never seen that show lol. But he was out of Atlanta and I guess now is in Phoenix! So then I sleuthed and he definitely got a divorce. And then I saw that second picture without the logo shirt and was like wait!!! Is this the same picture?? Like maybe there actually ISN’T a junk removal business and we are all getting scammed!!
<b>Sam:</b> Anyway. 😅 Im not crazy or anything
<b>Sam:</b> So THEN!
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<b>Sam:</b> I obvi had to look into the divorce thing
<b>Dave:</b> Obviously
<b>Sam:</b> And get this!!! LOLOL dude posted a “joint” statement on IG a year ago saying they decided to separate. And his wife COMMENTED ON THE POST and said “This is news to me lol”
💀💀💀
<b>Dave:</b> LOL WHAT?!
<b>Dave:</b> I mean… He does look like that kind of guy tho
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<b>Sam:</b> AWKWARD
<b>Sam:</b> So after the show came out, he was like a “fan favorite” bc he was treated like absolute shit by the woman he was engaged to. He is super short in real life and she was like omg I can’t do this. Oh and his ears are really quite large.
So when it came out, she was the villain and he was the hero. Thennnnn I was following him for a few years in the beginning and there was always talk about him being a huge cheater. Blah blah. Drama.
<b>Sam:</b> Anywho. Why are you awake? Lol
<b>Dave:</b> I was actually just thinking about going to bed 😋
<b>Dave:</b> I’m just messing around with some ai stuff
<b>Dave:</b> I started fucking with image generation, and I think this I going to be new obsession for the next couple weeks 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> What images are you generating?
<b>Sam:</b> WHAT IMAGES DAVE?!?
<b>Dave:</b> Just a little bit of this… little bit of that
<b>Sam:</b> Show me one
<b>Dave:</b> It’s actually really complicated, and I’ve basically spent the last 2 days getting it set up. I’m running it locally on a virtual machine on my server
<b>Dave:</b> This is the interface
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<b>Sam:</b> This
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<b>Dave:</b> I’m still figuring it out. I’ve just barely scratched the surface
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This is Stupid Anthony and Justin.
<b>Sam:</b> Justin who?
<b>Sam:</b> Why not just use existing AI tools to create images?
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<b>Dave:</b> Because this is way more versatile once you learn how to use it.
<b>Sam:</b> Oh. My. Goddddd
<b>Dave:</b> I’m still working on learning how to use it lol
<b>Sam:</b> Bahahaha
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<b>Sam:</b> Yea, you will definitely be obsessed with this
<b>Sam:</b> New passion project lol
<b>Dave:</b> After I proposed that question to you yesterday(?) about the real nudes vs ai nudes, I though… hmmm I wonder what’s going on in the world of uncensored image generation.
<b>Dave:</b> And here we are
<b>Dave:</b> Oh!
<b>Sam:</b> You’re going to make one of us aren’t you? Lol
<b>Dave:</b> That’s the reason I don’t use the “regular” tools. Because this way is uncensored
<b>Dave:</b> Hahahaha
<b>Sam:</b> Oh I imagine lol
<b>Dave:</b> One
<b>Sam:</b> Don’t me making AI images of me that you then fall in love with bc that’s NOT what I look like!!!
── 11:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> This still applies. Make them realistic for fuck sake lol
── 22:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> Huh…. I think it’s time for bed
shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Oh please. Nothing could ever be better than the real Sam
<b>Dave:</b> Hard. 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> This is ridiculous
<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha
<b>Sam:</b> Go to bed! Lol
<b>Dave:</b> I love you baby
<b>Dave:</b> What time are you traveling Sunday?
<b>Sam:</b> I love you too ❤️❤️
<b>Sam:</b> Hmm I dunno. Try to be out of here no later than 9am my time
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe 8
<b>Dave:</b> K, maybe we can talk 😊
<b>Sam:</b> I hope!!
<b>Sam:</b> Lottttaa driving. There and back lol
<b>Dave:</b> Right!
<b>Sam:</b> Sweet dreams
<b>Dave:</b> You too babydoll 💗
<b>Dave:</b> NN 😘
── 23:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> “I can't believe you still jam your toothbrush into your gums,” he'd whisper in that low voice that made everything inside her coil tight. “You're so fucking wild and crazy.”
😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> His face would be buried between her thighs with a single-minded urgency he confessed to earlier: “I want your pussy in my mouth RIGHT NOW.” His tongue wouldn't be gentle or exploratory; it would be a weapon of knowing precision aimed directly at that sweet spot already swollen from a day of incessant wanting
🥵
── 09:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> It was this 🥵
── 23:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> She pictured him looking up at her while his tongue worked magic on her clit. Seeing desire twist his features because he could smell it too—her arousal soaking his beard as he drove two thick fingers deep into where she was empty and clutching at nothing. Are you mentally prepared for me to cum soooo much in your mouth? She heard her own voice from hours before echo as his greedy mouth worked against that orgasm threatening to rip through reality. “Yeah,” he groaned into reality again later. “I'm ready.”
You were right. Softcopy was extra hot today 😉