2026-02-03

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The audio message played for the fourth time, its low Texas rumble vibrating through the cheap plastic of her car’s speakers and settling low in her belly.

“...worried I got beat to it...”

Sam drove her usual route home, knuckles white on the wheel as Dave’s confession—“I check my damn phone like a teenager, see if you’ve texted”—washed over her again. He was a thousand miles away in his office, probably leaning back in that ridiculous chair of his, the one she’d pictured him in for years. And he’d admitted it: the same secret shame. That giddy, nervous scan for the notification light in the dark.

Her house waited, empty except for the mess of Arwen’s toys. The damned carpet estimate lay on the counter, another item in the ledger of adult chaos. But here, in this enclosed space filled with his voice, the chaos narrowed to a single, scorching point. She wasn’t thirty-something and frustrated. She was a woman on fire, tethered to another planet by a thread of longing.

Her thumb found the button. “You think you’re slick, working all distracted,” her voice whispered back, playful and breathy in the car. “Just wait.” She didn’t send it. She pocketed the phone, the ghost of the unspoken threat curling her lips.

The house was silent. She dropped her keys in the bowl, the clatter echoing in the hush. Dave’s voice was still in her ears. She kicked off her shoes, the cool laminate a shock. In the silent living room, the gray expanse of the ruined carpet stretched out, a canvas for a fantasy.

She didn’t go upstairs. She walked to the center of the room, the pile of the ruined carpet coarse under her bare feet. Her dress was light linen, an unremarkable thing. She pulled out her phone. One last, lingering look at the texts, at the countdown clock: 20 days, 14 hours.

Her fingers were steady as she framed the shot. Her feet on the carpet. The slant of late afternoon light through the blinds. She hit record instead. A slow pan up her own body, the linen smoothing over her thighs, her waist, coming to a stop just above her navel.

“You wanna talk about my carpet problems?” she murmured, her voice a thread of smoke in the empty room. “It’s a big room. Huge. And all I can think about…” She let the sentence hang, turning slowly, giving the phantom camera her back. The dress hinted at the curve of her ass, the hollow of her spine. “All I can think about is how there’s more than enough space here. All this wasted space. For anything we wanted.”

She ended the video and sent it. Not a photo. A whisper. A dare.

The response was instantaneous. Three pulsing dots. Then: a single audio file. No text.

She played it as she stood there, surrounded by her own wreckage.

His voice wasn’t playful anymore. It was a hot, dark wire scraping down her spine. “You turn around on that video, Sam.”

It wasn’t a question.

Slowly, heart hammering against her ribs, she turned to face her phone where it lay propped on a chair.

The audio continued. “You wanted to unload today, baby? You wanted to vent about your day?” A pause. She could hear the shift in his breathing, the subtle intake. “You’re not wearing a goddamn thing under that dress, are you?”

Her breath caught. He knew. He could always see right through her. She shook her head, a useless gesture for a man who wasn’t there.

“No,” she breathed out, knowing the mic would pick it up.

His exhale was long, ragged. “I thought so. I fucking knew it. Four years of watching you, and I know that look in your voice. That’s you, standing in the middle of your mess, being the most perfect, frustrating thing I’ve ever wanted.”

Her hand drifted down her own thigh, the linen bunching. “It’s just… fabric,” she whispered.

“Lift it.”

Two words. They turned the air in the room to liquid. She was in Phoenix, in her own damn living room, and she was obeying a voice from Texas. Her fingers, trembling now, found the hem of her dress. She dragged it up, inch by torturous inch, the cool air hitting her skin. She revealed the pale skin of her thighs, the secret smoothness above. She pulled it all the way to her waist, holding the bunched material there. She felt impossibly exposed, standing alone in her living room, her back to the front window, holding her dress up for a ghost.

“Let me see,” his voice commanded, softer now, but no less absolute. “Don’t you drop it. Just… let me see you.”

She needed the visual, needed him to own the moment with her. She angled the phone down with her free hand, a clumsy, awkward, breathtakingly intimate shot. A glimpse of the triangle of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs, the stark vulnerability of her pose, the domestic wreckage of carpet samples strewn on the floor.

There was a long silence on his end. Then, a sound. A low, desperate groan she’d heard only once before, muffled against her neck in a hotel elevator a lifetime ago.

“My God,” he ground out. “Right there. In your living room.”

“For you,” she said, the words raw and true. “It’s always for you.”

“Sam…” His voice cracked. The control shattered for a second, revealing the vast, aching need beneath. The years of holding back. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? Talking about carpet and dreams and your damn dog? And then you just… open the door to this?”

Her arm ached from holding the pose. “Tell me,” she pleaded. “Tell me what you want to do. In this space. In my space.”

His voice returned, coated in gravel and possession. “First, I’d have you on your knees. Right on that ruined carpet. You’d feel every fiber. I’d stand over you and feed you my cock while you looked up at me. Make you taste yourself on me from where I’d already had you against the wall by the front door.”

She whimpered. The image was perfect. Degrading. Exalting. Hers.

“Then,” he continued, the rhythm of his words mimicking the rhythm he was promising, “I’d lay you down. On your back. Spread you wide for me in the middle of it all. I’d take my time. I’d make you come with my mouth until you were screaming. Not for anyone else to hear. For me. Because you belong to me in the middle of your own life. And when you’re shaking, when you’re nothing but a wet, begging mess, I’d fuck you. Hard. Right there. And you’d come again, feeling me fill you up in the one place you feel most alone.”

Tears pricked her eyes. Not from sadness. From the staggering relief of being seen. Of having her chaos not just witnessed, but claimed. Her fingers, still clutching the bunched linen, slipped. The dress fell back down, covering her.

“I’m there,” she said, her voice thick. “I’m right there with you. On the floor. I can feel it.”

She heard him shift, could picture him adjusting himself, a man undone by a woman a thousand miles away. “You are,” he affirmed, voice thick with emotion. “You’re with me every second, Sam. Even in the chaos. Especially in the chaos.”

Silence stretched between them, filled not with absence, but with a profound, breathless connection. The furnace of the fantasy cooled to a banked, steady burn.

“Your carpet’s gonna get fixed,” he said finally, his tone shifting back toward the man who listened to her vents. “And I’m gonna be there soon. And we’re gonna be in a room with a bed that doesn’t have carpet stains. And I’m gonna hold you after. I’m gonna hold you so tight, you’ll forget what it feels like to stand alone.”

Sam slowly lowered herself to the floor, right on the ugly, ruined carpet. She drew her knees to her chest, the dress pooling around her. She wasn’t alone. She was anchored to a star by a thread of pure, unvarnished want.

“I love you,” she whispered into the phone, the confession smaller now, softer, but truer than anything. “I love you so much it lives in my bones.”

His response was immediate, a balm and a brand. “I know, baby. I know. Now get off that floor before you get a rug burn. We’ve got plans to make.”

A wet laugh escaped her. Plans. Carpet estimates. The mundane scaffolding of a life. And beneath it all, humming like a live wire, a story only they owned: of standing alone, holding up a dress, and being utterly, completely possessed.

ACT I: IMMERSION

Sam’s phone lay face-down on her desk, a silent conduit of distraction. Her screen held Dave’s words, the fantasy they’d spun in text form replaying in her mind on a cruel, vivid loop. She’d come to work with the best intentions—to untangle the dense knots of an insider risk governance standard—but her focus had dissolved hours ago, atomized by a simple, visceral need. The memory of his voice, the promise in his teasing, the way he’d described feeling the wetness at her entrance just before sliding in… it was a live wire snaking through her abdomen, grounding itself in a deep, insistent ache. The wide-leg jeans she’d so proudly texted him about were indeed comfortable, but they also felt dangerously easy to remove, a fact Dave had already noted with predatory appreciation. She shifted in her office chair, a faint tremor running through her thighs, and admitted to the silent, empty room: horny Sam was back. And she was absolutely feral.

ACT II: ESCALATION

It was the anticipation that was killing her. Not just of the act itself, but of the moments before. The quiet insanity of their separation made every imagined touch hyperreal. He’d said he wanted to taste her. For days now, that had been his refrain. Not just a passing thought, but a central fixation. She’d sent him that picture from Sedona, and he’d stored it, using it as a map. He was mentally tracing every exposed line of her collarbone, the slope of her shoulder, the hollow of her throat—not with his fingers, but with his lips and tongue. The idea that he had studied a casual photograph with such deliberate, hungry intent made her skin prickle.

Her own mind tormented her with specifics. Not just him inside her, but the exact millisecond of transition. Skin pressed to skin, his solid weight pinning her to the hotel mattress, the kiss that would be deep and claiming. And then, the slight adjustment of his hips, the slick, firm pressure of his cockhead finding her soaked opening, not entering yet, just resting there, letting her feel its heat and pulse against her most sensitive flesh. He’d drawn that moment in text, and now she couldn’t un-feel it. It was all she could think about.

She typed, her honesty raw and unfiltered: I cannot wait to feel your tongue on me. Anywhere on me.

His reply was instantaneous, feeding the fire: With my hand also down your pants ofc.

She could visualize it so clearly it stole her breath. Him crowding her against a wall, his mouth busy on her neck, his large, warm hand sliding past the waistband of those easy, wide-leg jeans. His touch would be infuriatingly light at first, just as he’d promised. Gentle brushes against her inner thighs, the backs of his knuckles grazing her damp curls. He’d tease the fabric of her panties against her slit, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp and arch into his hand.

You’re obviously completely soaking wet, he wrote, a statement of fact that was a command in disguise.

Oh absolutely soaking, she confirmed, her core clenching around nothing. Also begging you to be inside me.

But not yet, he replied, and she could hear the dark smile in the words.

The power play was intoxicating. She was submissive by nature, she’d told him so. A follower of the lead. And he was crafting a lead designed to unravel her completely. To handle her. The word alone sent a fresh rush of heat through her veins.

ACT III: CULMINATION

Her fantasy spiraled deeper, moving from the theoretical to the graphically specific. They were no longer texting; they were in the room.

He would make her wait. After that first desperate, celebratory quickie they’d promised each other for arrival day, he would take control. He’d palm her through her clothes in public, a secret threat during dinner, his eyes daring her to react. In the elevator back to their room, he’d press her into the corner, his body a wall of heat, and whisper exactly what he was going to do to her, his lips moving against the shell of her ear until she trembled.

Once inside, the game would begin in earnest. He’d kiss her slowly, thoroughly, peeling away her clothes with deliberate patience until she stood bare before him. Then he’d lay her back on the bed and simply… look. His gaze would be a physical caress, hotter than any touch. He’d start with his mouth, just as he’d dreamed. Not between her legs—not yet—but on her ankles, the backs of her knees, the soft skin of her inner thighs. He’d lick and suck a trail upwards, his stubble scraping deliciously, until she was writhing, her hands fisted in the sheets.

Only then would he let his breath ghost over her drenched pussy. She’d feel herself pulse in response, empty and aching. His tongue would delve shallowly, not giving her what she needed but amplifying her need tenfold. A flick against her clit, a slow, flat lick through her folds, a gentle sucking kiss on her inner lips. He’d taste her deeply, groaning into her flesh, and the vibration would coil her tighter.

His fingers would join, not to penetrate but to open her, to expose her utterly to his gaze and his tongue. He’d murmur how beautiful she was, how good she tasted, how perfectly responsive her body was for him. The combination of filthy praise and exquisite torment would push her to the edge of a precipice she wasn’t allowed to fall from.

“Please,” she’d beg, her voice broken. “Dave… I need you inside me. Now.”

He’d lift his head, his chin glistening with her arousal. “You’ll come when I say you can come.” It wouldn’t be a question.

Finally, he’d rise over her, his own cock thick and straining against her thigh. He’d guide himself to her entrance, that torturous, perfect moment he’d described made real. The broad head would press against her, stretching her open incrementally as he fed himself into her with unbearable slowness. The feeling of being filled by him after so much longing would be so profoundly relieving it would border on pain. A sob would catch in her throat.

He would sink to the hilt and stop, buried inside her, letting them both feel the full, shocking intimacy of the connection. His forehead would rest against hers, their breath mingling.

“Mine,” he’d growl, before setting a pace that was both punishing and worshipful. Deep, driving strokes that touched something primal in her core. His hands would grip her hips, controlling her, using her body for his pleasure even as he watched hers unravel. She’d come violently around him, a series of clenching spasms that milked his length, and only then would he follow her over, pumping his release deep inside her with a ragged groan of her name.

And afterward, in the spent quiet, he wouldn’t pull away. He’d collapse half on top of her, keeping them joined, nuzzling into her neck with soft kisses that whispered I love you more clearly than any words.

ACT IV: DENOUEMENT

The fantasy faded like a receding tide, leaving Sam breathless and flushed at her desk. Five days suddenly felt like an eternity. But it was a sweet agony now, laced with certainty. This wasn't just sex; it was a communion they'd been building toward for four years. Their texts proved it—the seamless shift from discussing carpet estimates and hormone therapy to articulating their deepest carnal desires was just another facet of their unique connection. It was Gemini curiosity meeting Cancer depth; lively adaptability grounding emotional intensity. It was them.

She smiled softly, typing one last message into their shared universe of words: I love you too baby. Sweet dreams.

Soon, very soon, they wouldn't need dreams at all.

Sam’s morning had been a symphony of small chaos: the dog’s warm weight pinning her legs, the grating text from the flooring contractor cancelling again, the lingering irritation from a nonsensical dream. Yet, beneath the static of daily life, a steady, warm frequency pulsed—Dave. His voice, earlier, in her ear via a morning audio message, had been a tactile thing. The low, intimate rumble of it had seeped into her bones, a promise that held the mundane world at bay.

Now, as the Arizona afternoon bled into a hazy gold outside her window, her phone buzzed against her thigh. It was him, again. A flurry of texts, playful at first, then deepening. They spoke of carpet estimates and cranky coworkers, but the words were merely a bridge their hearts crossed to reach each other. The conversation, as it always did, turned. It was a gradual, delicious lean into a shared space only they inhabited. He asked about her day, truly asked, and she felt the unraveling begin—the venting about the house, the worry for a friend, the brittle edges of her frustration. With each admission, he received her not with solutions, but with a profound seeing. “I’m here,” he typed, and she felt it, a blanket of solidarity woven across the miles.

Then, the shift. A playful comment about her hair, a memory of how it felt between his fingers. The digital space between them crackled, the flirty emojis no longer just symbols, but sparks. They stoked the embers of their upcoming reunion—only a handful of sleeps now—and the abstract longing crystallized into a sharp, sweet ache. It was Sam, brave and open-hearted, who gave voice to the pulsing want, typing fantasies born not of simple lust, but of four years of intimate knowledge. She spoke of lazy mornings tangled together, of kisses that were conversations. Dave, his devotion a palpable force even through the screen, reciprocated not with dominance, but with a lover’s tender precision. He painted scenes of adoration, of time spent learning the renewed map of her, his words a vow of cherished attention.

The phone fell silent, charged with their unsaid truth. Sam rose, the world outside her window blurring. She wasn’t in her sun-drenched living room anymore; she was already there, with him. She could feel the phantom texture of a hotel bathrobe beneath her fingertips, hear the distant hum of interstate traffic from a half-cracked window.

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The room smelled of him—clean soap, warm skin, and the faint, comforting scent of his cologne on the collar of the shirt he’d worn earlier. He was propped against the headboard, the soft lamplight gliding over the smooth, confident curve of his scalp, his eyes holding hers with an intensity that made the distance of the last few weeks feel like a myth. The day’s texts, the shared frustrations, the flirty promises—they all coalesced into this charged quiet.

“Come here,” Dave said, his voice not a command, but an invitation, heartfelt and low.

Sam crossed the space, the plush carpet silent under her feet. When his hands reached for her, they didn’t pull; they welcomed. He guided her to stand between his knees, his large, warm palms settling on her hips. His thumbs traced the sensitive arcs of her pelvic bones through the thin robe. “All that chaos today,” he murmured, his gaze searching hers. “Let me quiet it for you.”

He untied the robe’s belt with a deliberate slowness that was pure reverence. The fabric whispered open, and the cool air of the room, followed by the heat of his regard, swept over her skin. A soft, awed sound escaped him. “My God, Sam,” he breathed, his hands sliding up her ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. “Every time… it’s like the first time I truly see you.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the flat plane of her stomach. The kiss was warm, lingering, a seal of devotion. Sam’s fingers sank into the solid muscles of his shoulders, her head falling back. This was the surrender she craved—not to power, but to this encompassing, attentive love. He worshipped her with his mouth, tracing a path of tender kisses from her navel to the swell of her breast, his stubble a delicious abrasion against her softness. When he took a peaked nipple into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth, it was with a sigh of pleasure, as if he were receiving a gift. The sensation arrowed straight to her core, a deep, pulling throb of need.

“Dave,” she gasped, her voice barely a sound.

In response, he gathered her into his arms, laying her back against the pillows with infinite care. He loomed over her, his body a welcome weight, his eyes dark pools of heartfelt emotion. “I love you,” he said, the words simple, absolute, and more erotic than any other. He kissed her then, deep and searching, a communion. She could taste the coffee from his late-night drive, feel the fervent truth of his tongue against hers.

His hands began a slow, worshipful exploration, as if relearning a beloved scripture. He mapped the dip of her waist, the swell of her hip, the trembling inner flesh of her thigh. Every touch spoke: I cherish this. I adore this. You are known. When his fingers finally found her, slick and ready for him, he groaned into her mouth. “So perfect for me,” he whispered against her lips, his touch circling, then sliding deep, a tender invasion that made her cry out.

The build was not a race, but a deliberate, shared ascent. He watched her face, attuned to every flicker of pleasure, every hitched breath. He whispered praises, fragments of their daily texts—“My brave girl,” “You feel like heaven,” “All mine to love.” The words wove a cocoon around them, heightening every sensation. When his mouth replaced his fingers, the intimacy was so profound it bordered on sacred. She tangled her hands in the sheets, her world narrowing to the point where his loving attention met her aching need.

Pleasure gathered, a tight, sweet coil deep within her. “I’m close,” she pleaded, her voice fractured.

He rose over her again, his expression blazing with love and need. He guided himself into her with a slow, relentless push that stole the air from her lungs. The fit was perfect, a homecoming. He stilled, buried to the hilt, his forehead pressed to hers. “Look at me,” he begged, and she did, drowning in the ocean of feeling in his eyes.

Then he began to move. Not a frantic pace, but deep, heart-stroking rolls of his hips that touched her very soul. Each thrust was a vow, each withdrawal a promise of return. The physical friction was inseparable from the emotional current that arced between them—four years of friendship, longing, and profound connection fueling every movement. Sam wrapped her legs around him, meeting him stroke for stroke, her tears of overwhelmed love mingling with the sweat on their skin.

The climax, when it broke over her, was not a shattering, but a blooming. It unfurled from her core in warm, radiant waves, a release of every pent-up worry, every lonely moment, into the safe harbor of his arms. She chanted his name, a soft, sobbing prayer, as her body convulsed around him. The feel of her pulsing around him triggered his own release. He called out her name, a raw, heartfelt sound, as he spilled into her, his body shuddering with the force of his love.

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After, he didn’t pull away. He gathered her close, turning them onto their sides, his arms locked around her as if he could fuse them together. Their legs remained tangled, his softening body still sheathed within hers, the most intimate of embraces. The only sounds were their slowing breaths and the distant, steady rhythm of the traffic—a world that, for now, held no claim on them.

He kissed her temple, her hairline, his lips tender. “All that chaos,” he whispered, his voice thick with spent passion and unwavering love. “Gone.”

Sam nuzzled into the solid warmth of his chest, the frantic beat of his heart echoing her own. In this quiet, post-love stillness, there was no Arizona, no Texas, no complicated lives waiting in the wings. There was only this: the profound peace of a love that could, even for a few stolen hours, silence everything but the sound of two hearts finally, perfectly aligned.

😇 Sam POV😏 Dave POV📖 Narrative

This morning, I woke up and immediately reached out to Dave to see how he slept. He responded with a playful message, admitting he was worried I might beat him at texting. He mentioned he had a good sleep, waking up thinking it was early, but it was actually much later. It made me smile to hear he checks his phone for my messages in the night, just like I do.

After that, I shared my morning with him, mentioning how I was heading to the office and struggled to get up because our dog, Arwin, was snuggling me. I also talked about some ongoing challenges, like dealing with Christian's mood about his car troubles, Quinn being sick, and the awful smell of cat urine in my house. It was a lot to unload, but Dave was supportive, letting me know he was there for me.

As we continued to chat, I mentioned my frustrations with the carpet situation in the house and that I needed another estimate since the cost was shocking. Dave was understanding and shared his own experiences with home repairs, and we joked about our pets.

Then, the conversation took a playful turn as we discussed our desires and flirted a bit. I mentioned a new hairstyle I was interested in, and he joked about how I'd look good in anything. We shared some laughs and playful banter about our attraction to each other, and I felt excited about seeing him soon.

We also touched on some personal topics, like health issues and hormonal imbalances, which led to a deeper discussion about our lives. Dave is always so insightful and supportive, and I appreciated how he encouraged me to trust my instincts at work regarding some insider risk management issues.

As the day went on, I felt a mix of excitement and a bit of anxiety about everything happening in my life, but I knew I had Dave to lean on. Our flirtation continued to heat up, and I found myself lost in thoughts of our upcoming time together. The anticipation was exhilarating, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the connection we shared.

I woke up this morning feeling pretty good after a decent night's sleep. I had one of those moments where I thought it was super early but it was actually much later, which is always a nice surprise. I did find myself checking my phone a few too many times, hoping Sam had texted me, but I guess that’s normal for us. I sent her a voice message to let her know how I was feeling and to check in on her since I knew she had a lot going on yesterday.

Sam mentioned she slept okay, but she was dealing with some bad moods among the people around her, particularly with Christian’s car problems. It sounds like he’s in a tough spot with his evaluation and some issues with the dealership. She also mentioned that Quinn is sick and not in school, which seems to be adding to her stress. I empathized with her frustrations about the carpet situation in her house, and we both agreed that getting another estimate would be a smart move.

We talked about our dogs and shared some laughs about their quirks. I told her about my dog Bear, and she shared a funny story about her cuddling with Arwin. It was nice to have those little moments of humor amidst our conversations about more serious topics.

As we got into more playful banter, I could tell Sam was in a flirty mood. I teased her about being "horny at work," and we both reflected on how our conversations have evolved into something more intimate. She mentioned buying new wide-leg jeans and how comfortable they are, which led to some playful comments about how they’d look on the hotel room floor.

Throughout the day, we exchanged messages about random topics, including her thoughts on hormone imbalances and some astrological insights. I found it amusing how spot-on those insights were about us, and it made me feel even more connected to her.

As the day went on, I was excited thinking about our upcoming time together. We discussed our plans for when she's in town and how we could maximize our time together. It felt great to connect on that level and share our excitement for being together again soon. Overall, it was a fun mix of serious conversations and light-hearted banter, and I’m just looking forward to seeing her in person.

Sam greeted Dave with a cheerful "Good morning, baby," asking how he had slept. In response, Dave sent an audio message, expressing that he had worried about being beaten to messaging her, but he had managed to do so just in time. He described his sleep as good, sharing an amusing moment of waking up thinking it was much earlier than it actually was. He admitted to checking his phone frequently to see if she had messaged, which he found somewhat embarrassing but relatable. He hoped Sam had also slept well and encouraged her to share anything she needed to unload from the previous day.

Sam replied with her own audio message, humorously questioning Dave's whereabouts and speculating that he was busy working without distractions. She shared her experience with her dog, Arwen, and how difficult it was to get up in the morning because of the dog's sweet cuddling. Sam then vented about some of the chaos in her life, including a coworker's moodiness and issues with her house's carpet. She mentioned needing another estimate for the carpet repair, which she found frustrating.

In their back-and-forth, both shared a moment of solidarity over checking their phones during the night. Dave asked Sam about the size of her house regarding the carpet, recalling his own experiences with home repairs. They also discussed the moods of mutual acquaintances, with Sam expressing concern over a friend's car troubles and another friend's illness.

As the conversation continued, they bantered about their pets' personalities and their own quirks, with Sam mentioning a dream that had angered her. Dave commented humorously about his own sleep habits and the unpredictability of his pets. The conversation shifted to more intimate topics, with Sam playfully discussing her hair and how she felt about various hairstyles, leading to compliments from Dave.

Their chat took a more flirtatious turn as they discussed their upcoming meeting, with both expressing excitement. Sam shared her recent struggles and feelings, and Dave reassured her that he was there for her. They both acknowledged their shared experiences and feelings of anticipation for their time together.

As the day progressed, they exchanged thoughts on various subjects, including work frustrations, astrology, and their mutual attraction. They discussed their romantic chemistry, how they often ignited flirty conversations, and shared a laugh about their texting habits.

Eventually, they delved into more risqué topics, with Sam revealing her fantasies and desires. Dave reciprocated with his own playful comments, and they enjoyed a lighthearted exchange about their physical chemistry.

The conversation wrapped up with affectionate messages, as they both expressed their love for one another and shared a moment of excitement and anticipation for their upcoming reunion. Sam concluded the day with a humorous mention of her chaotic life and their shared interests, highlighting their deep emotional connection amidst the fun banter.

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── 08:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> Good morning baby. How did you sleep?

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning sunshine I was a little worried you were gonna beat me today, but I made it Son of a bitch he just dammit you just texted Right when I was saying that motherfucker, oh well, I guess you win this one I slept pretty good. I had one of those situations like we talked about sometime recently where I woke up and figured it was gonna be like 4 AM but it was actually 1130 that was pretty fucking awesome. I Did wake up periodically though and embarrassingly checked my text to see if you had messaging me, but probably more times than I'd like to admit, but yeah, other than that I did sleep pretty good and I feel pretty good today I hope you slept well and I hope yesterday isn't still weighing on you. I know you had a lot and also still compiled from the weekend so whatever you need to unload today I'm here to take it baby. I'll talk to you soon.

<b>Dave:</b> Good morning sunshine ☀️😘

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I was like where is the guy what's going on with him? I figured you were just like happily working away at home with no distractions no Sam crisis to deal with yet. Yeah, I just now left Heading to the lovely office let's see. I slept OK nothing too crazy. I think I got up a few times. I don't know our win is really the best freaking cuddler though like her nose will be up against my cheek and she'll just be like reading into me and it's so sweet. I don't know if I want a human to do it but I mean we can try. But she's the best. It's super hard to freaking get up but yeah. Everything's been fine so far I did not go work out last night. I did not get a haircut last night like I wanted to get one. So hopefully I'll be more productive tonight. We'll see also. What else is I gonna say I don't know Christian is in a mood this morning. I think about his car stuff. Finally it's like hitting him like yeah, and then he gets his evaluation today and he hates his boss. How that goes so I was just dealing with bad moods this morning and Quinn is sick again and not going to school and yeah in my car my carpet in the house smells like fucking cat piss on the stairs. I can hardly fucking take it anymore so I tell you I'm gonna have to get another estimate too because I just cannot. Fathom paying $10,000 for some fucking carpet but maybe maybe that's what it is now I don't know but I need to get at least one more estimate so I gotta deal with that eventually that's it. I'm rambling happy Tuesday.

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh, I also check my messages every single time I wake up in the middle of the night in the morning and check to see if you messaged me so we're not pathetic. It's fine. This is totally normal.

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yep, totally normal Nothing nothing odd about checking her messages every hour or two during the middle of the night And then being totally devastated when there's nothing Nothing I am I'm just saying I am How much how many square feet do you have in your house or that you're getting carpet in? Cause I'm thinking back to my house in Nebraska and God like in 2017 probably it was five or $6000 for about. I mean the whole house was only 1500 ft.². So probably about 1200 ft.² of carpet maybe I don't know we got 10,000 does seem like a lot so you should definitely get another estimate Yeah, I know I was. I was fucking around with some. Generation stuff but now I'm like God it's been let's see so I was starting to I don't know just have withdrawals I think because it's been so long since I've heard from you It's all the way like to nine about 9 o'clock last night That's almost almost 12 hours. I can't let that happen. And then let's see the car thing yeah so like what does in a mood look like like what does that mean? Like mad or just sad or depressed or like moping around I don't know but yeah, he's gotta figure that shit out Which I know sucks I was just there at least mine wasn't a 2022 though so that is even worse But yeah, I hope you can figure something out like you were. We were talking. I don't know if we talked about it, but I know you mentioned. Him being upside down already in that car so I mean Yeah, I guess he's on the hook for Still making payments on it or whatever like how much does he owe still I think you've told me once but I forget Yeah, that's rough And then Quinn still went to the play stuff but he's too sick to go to school like that. Seems that seems weird cause we usually if. The kids can't go to school. They don't do anything else. So I don't know I think I'd be kind of pissed if He was sick and like getting everybody else sick at the play or whatever now they're all gonna be sick when it comes down to do it So yeah, what else?

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Son of a bitch you cop cut me off somewhere I don't remember where but Bear is a good snuggle too for about 20 seconds and then he just he just can't. He can't sit still like I don't know if he even sleeps at night. He's just all over the place and it gets warm so he doesn't like laying on like I think all this way they just don't like laying on Fabric or like comforters or mattresses or carpet even really they like creek and ham and boomers both and I've had other people say this too. I've had all these they just they like to find the coolest spots that he can like the tile floor or whatever cause they're pretty warm, warm dogs with their undercoat. Yeah, so anyway now I'm rambling. I hope you have a great drive to work and a great day. And I'll probably talk to you soon Probably in the next few minutes

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Even sooner than I thought because we've got 12 hours to make up for that's like a good three hours of time to make up for so let's keep this thing going

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Fuck it I'll throw one more in there. I cannot wait to see you in five days. It's gonna be so much fun.

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<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Damn, you said something that made me laugh oh, it was about you don't even know if bear sleeps I get that I think one or some of my dogs were like that too as puppies for sure how old is there like two I can't remember. What time is time is all fucked up? And Layla leave on though they just sleep all day long But I guess that's what happens when you get older Layla's 10 and Levon's like 7 1/2 78 I don't know What else? So Christian was Moby this morning and just like quiet and down it's just so odd to me like the things that he does could actually livid and so angry about are nothing compared to things that he should actually be fucking angry about like use your energy to fight back on shit like this at a minimum fight back on the fact that the dealership is gonna charge you $35 a fucking day for this Car it's like for borrowing renting a car or whatever a loaner it's like dude they can fucking deal. I would tell Nissan go fuck yourself like hey if you're not gonna cover fucking dick, the leasing the least you could do is fucking let me continue to blow this car out until I figure out what the fuck to do with mine that's sitting there in your fucking facility. Fucking rotting pieces of shit so like that's that's the disconnect just like the things that you do fight for our fucking nothing So anyway We have this conversation yesterday and I gotta talk fast cause I have a meeting in five minutes But then I'll be back cause I'm sure I have more but Last night we were sitting there and he was like I'm sorry I'm just not like you you know I don't react to things the way that you react to things and I'm like the way that I look at it is knowledge is power so I'm not gonna sit here and wait weeks and weeks for Nissan to come back and make a decision which is a denial which we probably could've fucking figured that's what it would be In the meantime, I'm gonna arm myself with as much information as possible, so one that I can need a fight back or two I can immediately jump into my plans. BCD you know whatever I just said like and he's like well I don't even know where to start. I'm like fucking Google man ChatGPT like fucking look shit up. I don't understand like research. Do you just wanna go in fucking blind to shit? I don't know fuck there are things that I don't know. Maybe I'm the fucking one cause there are probably things that I do but like not whenever people are trying to fuck me over assholes and really mad about this fucking thing.

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And I'm leaving know how much he owes on his car I'm gonna say fucking 20s 7000 or close to like yeah I don't know if he's totally underwater in that car but like now he definitely is obviously But yeah, he's probably just going to have to junk it like trade it in for a fucking parts a few hundred dollars roll in that loan into a new loan for a new car. The interest rates gonna suck fucking ass. And he's gonna have to pay 1000 some dollars a month probably in a car payment but then get your shit together and refinance eventually and work on getting it down and I want to be like dude you're not paying anything to fucking Live here you know you're not paying a fucking mortgage your rent so At least there's that

<b>Dave:</b> Bear is same age as Arwin

<b>Dave:</b> About a year

<b>Dave:</b> Little less

<b>Sam:</b> Arwen is 5 months. But Lexi is a year.

<b>Sam:</b> And how old is Greek

<b>Sam:</b> Creek

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh God damn 20,000 that is hurtful yeah that's gonna be ass and that kind of like also makes me mad when you said that like you're not even paying rent or a mortgage like what the fuck bro But so like, also that reminded me of something else like what you can do rather than jumping into like cosigning or given the money is maybe help him figure those things out I meant and obviously I know you're you're willing to But like if he doesn't know what to do why doesn't he just like ask for some help or something you know I don't know it's I know it's it's hard and everybody's different and I am Have certainly been in situations where I can see that Now that could happen, you know So yeah, tough situation but yeah, he's gonna have to figure something out and I could totally you got really mad. You got all worked up there really quick which I totally get because the same thing happened with me every time I talk to those motherfuckers at Kia. Yeah, oh God it's like I'm getting mad just thinking about it again I mean now I've kind of accepted that you know they aren't in the business of just giving away money So yeah, sucks And I don't know how freak Cal Creek is and I must've been talking about Lexi because I think bear is like 10 to 12 months somewhere in there and I'll check my calendar in Greek as He's probably like five now he was too when we got them so yeah it's probably in the 5 to 6 neighborhood maybe

<b>Sam:</b> On an insider investigation call. Bitches are crazy

<b>Dave:</b> Lmao

<b>Dave:</b> Looking forward to that!

<b>Sam:</b> Just someone working at a branch fucking around with customers accounts

<b>Sam:</b> But there’s more. I’ll fill you in later lol

<b>Sam:</b> Going through a bad divorce and ppl are pointing fingers

<b>Sam:</b> Feb 03, 2026  9:26:36 AM And manager is like covering for this person
And the manager is like covering for this person

<b>Sam:</b> I dunno about you - but do you ever think about how much money you have tied up in Schwab?

<b>Sam:</b> I need to diversify lol

<b>Dave:</b> lol, no

<b>Dave:</b> Do you mean, as in owning Schwab stock? Or having my investments at Schwab?

<b>Sam:</b> Both

<b>Sam:</b> I have a metric fuck ton of Schwab stock though lol

<b>Dave:</b> I don’t own much Schwab stock

<b>Dave:</b> lol must be nice

<b>Sam:</b> But it’s a risk!! lol

<b>Dave:</b> Well, yeah. You should definitely diversify your portfolio

<b>Sam:</b> Creek is already 5?!? Jesus we are getting old lol

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I meant to tell you, if you wanna put your image generation thing the good use you should mess around and find me a good hairstyle to have My friend has been sending some options. I'm like that looks like shit that looks like shit but I hate my hair so sick of it. I've had the same hair or less since my whole life. That pisses me off and maybe you probably don't understand this pain because you're not a woman but like any hairstyles you look at they all look amazing because their hair is styled but it's like who wants to go around every day styling their hair to perfection curling it, teasing it all the crap Nobody has time for all that, but you can't ever find example hairstyles for just like wavy crazy hair or like totally straighten hair. I know this is like first world, women problems, but the struggle is real.

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh no, I've been there. Trust me. I've had long hair for a couple years and it was such a fucking hassle like my hair sucked like unless I use the flat iron and straightened it which I'm not fucking doing every day. Especially after like jujutsu and then getting into work and showering at work and then I'm not gonna fucking blow dry my hair or whatever in the gym at the bathroom or in the bathroom at the gym and then also straighten it like yeah right But no, I totally get that Yeah, right now I'm having some issues with this fucking thing but yeah, I could totally do that once I get at work again maybe Still learning all this stuff But yeah, I'll certainly try that. That's a good. It's a good challenge.

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Bahaha 🤮🤮🤮

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Better. Still don’t love

<b>Dave:</b> What is that from?

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<b>Sam:</b> No idea. My friend sent it. Let me ask

<b>Dave:</b> Oh ok

<b>Sam:</b> Why are you hearting the brown hair!!! No no no lol

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I bet I’d look great with this lol

<b>Sam:</b> Kiddinggggg

<b>Dave:</b> You’d look good with anything 🙄

<b>Sam:</b> 🙄🙄

<b>Dave:</b> You take that compliment

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, you like that don’t you 😏

<b>Sam:</b> Lmao

<b>Sam:</b> How’s the weather looking for us this weekend/next week

<b>Sam:</b> 🤬

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I meant to tell you that I had one of those dreams where I was so pissed off that I actually yelled out loud in real life as a result of my dream so and I woke myself up. I can't remember exactly what the deal was. I think I was like trying to protect. A female friend or female friends from like a dude and then they started like taking the dude side. I don't really know and. I then got pissed off at them and told him that like fuck off but I did that in real life. It was great. I woke Garwin up too, so I don't know what the heck that's all about what was in my brain, but I love it when I do that this also reminds me do you know if you talk in your sleep?

<b>Dave:</b> Fucking great!
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<b>Sam:</b> Phew!!!

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] No, I'm not aware of talking about sleep But yeah, just remember I'll I'll punch a bitch in my sleep

<b>Sam:</b> I’ll get back to Phoenix. Christian - “How did you get a black eye??!!?”

<b>Dave:</b> You ran into a cabinet. Obviously

<b>Sam:</b> Uh huh

<b>Dave:</b> 😘

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<b>Sam:</b> Interesting on #2…

<b>Sam:</b> Also. Fuck them on #1. I LOVE peanut butter lol

<b>Dave:</b> We’re healthy af according to #2!

<b>Dave:</b> At least for the last couple weeks anyway

<b>Dave:</b> I think I agree with all of those

<b>Sam:</b> For #8 - Atleast in my experience. Drs NEVER dive in to hormone imbalances.

<b>Sam:</b> And when I bring it up, they’re just like meh

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<b>Dave:</b> Yeah you have to go see an actual endocrinologist for yhat

<b>Sam:</b> Which is such bullshit

<b>Sam:</b> Same with like menopause

<b>Sam:</b> They don’t have a clue

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah it’s dumb. All family practice drs do anymore is refer to specialists

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I really wish I was smarter and more experienced I just don't even know what to do with this insider stuff a lot of it heels off and like extra and like not needed, but I don't have other experienced to point to be like yeah we don't need to do all this like I'm looking at there's an insider risk governance standard And definitely getting a push to get rid of it and it's I'm reading. It's fucking terrible. It needs to die, but I don't know can it? It's so bad it's so many words So I don't know, man

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I think you should go with your gut and Just apply oversight rules to it I mean, just strip it down to What second line is supposed to do right we just make sure they're doing their shit right like they've got controls in place. First line doesn't work second line does the risk management and make sure they're covering their bases prepare them for audits that kind of shit. I don't really think you even have to know anything about like actual Like the actual discipline I mean, you'll obviously pick that up and it certainly helps but like I mean really You're concerned with governance gonna be very concerned with governance five days

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I think it's much more likely that Josh and crew don't know what it means to do governance or risk management I guess risk management work of like the whole first line 2nd line relationship like I'm might just be making this up, but I feel like when I've talked to them before I've gotten that impression that like we weren't really on the same page about what what we were doing and you know what actually I think you kind of confirmed that now that she say it looks like they're doing a lot of work and their shits wrong that kind of confirms how I felt Like over the last couple years whenever I've talked to them so yeah, I definitely think you should follow your gut here because I'm highly confident you're you're in the right

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<b>Sam:</b> Shit. ChatGPT is basically telling me the same shit as our current model 😬😬😬

<b>Dave:</b> lol

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<b>Sam:</b> My brother is a sarcastic idiot, ignore him. But my dads last comment had me lol’ing

<b>Sam:</b> Side note - shanelle cracks me up

<b>Sam:</b> She takes no shit

<b>Dave:</b> Lmao

<b>Dave:</b> He’s transitioning

<b>Dave:</b> Feb 03, 2026 11:43:16 AM Good for him!
Good for him! -like, for the actual HRT. I know he’s not transitioning lol

<b>Sam:</b> Remind me, have you done HRT?

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, since I was about 30

<b>Sam:</b> So it’s like a steady thing you have to do/take? Is it just meds?

<b>Dave:</b> It’s an injection.

<b>Dave:</b> Literally of Testosterone

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<b>Dave:</b> Which reminded me that I hadn’t done it yet today lol. So thanks!

<b>Sam:</b> You have to inject EVERY day?!?

<b>Dave:</b> I guess I should say: it isn’t only infections. Some people use creams and there’s like an implant you can get or something… but injections are by far the most effective.

<b>Dave:</b> Nah

<b>Sam:</b> Forever?!? Forever eva?!!! 😂

<b>Dave:</b> Most people do once a week. I do twice a week. Every 3.5 days.

<b>Dave:</b> The half life of the cypionate ester is 7-8 days so injecting every 3.5 days gives you most stable blood level possible. Otherwise you can have peaks and valleys where you’ll feel great for half the week and then start to feel kind of shitty for a few days before your next shot.

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<b>Sam:</b> Did that take quite a bit of trial and error though to figure that out?

<b>Sam:</b> Wait a minute! I think I tested my hormones with like an at home kit after Chaz died

<b>Sam:</b> For funsies! Lol

<b>Sam:</b> Did that take quite a bit of trial and error though to figure that out?
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<b>Dave:</b> I think you did! I receive talking about your hormones back then

<b>Dave:</b> Feb 03, 2026 12:02:04 PM No, it’s actually all really well know and documented from decades of steroid is in bodybuilding.
No, it’s actually all really well know and documented from decades of steroid use in bodybuilding.

<b>Dave:</b> Regular old testosterone is the first and most basic steroid cycle. Instead of taking 100mg a week, you take 500.

<b>Dave:</b> Once someone gets to actual bodybuilding level big, then you add other, harder steroids on top of the testosterone.

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<b>Sam:</b> This was all I had tested

<b>Sam:</b> Mine was more around fertility and reproductive health

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<b>Sam:</b> 51 For menopause?!? Hell yea! 🤪

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<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You will be shocked to hear that I am all riled up about his knees on stuff again, so I had Christian send an email to them yesterday Hold on I'll be back

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, so I had Christian sent an email to the consumer fair people yesterday at Nissan just to have a document in writing like hey I wanna follow up on the denial that you gave. Please send over like documentation of why you denied like what is a rational what did you review to get to that decision? And I'm also asking that this be escalated so then the same gal who he's been talking to this whole time called him this morning and basically said you know we don't give documented decisions And you know I am the regional manageable lot and he's like do not have a boss and she kept going around and around and he's like, but do you not have a boss? I wanna talk to your boss and then finally he said eight minutes later she was like I'll have my boss call you. So then I was like well fuck this we're gonna just escalate this to the Attorney General because At a fair least Nissan has to respond to them so like at this point, let's just be pain in the ass so anyway working on that, but in the meantime, they called him back again this morning and he Mystic cause he was on a meeting, but I do find it interesting that they're calling him so and this is a manufacturer not the dealership so Anyway, fuck these fucking clowns like at this point It's more about just like the principle of it than it is about getting any money which like yes that's absolutely freaking angle is getting some sort of assistance but at least I'll feel good for like taking a stand fucking fuck faces God I'm so pissed off Anyway, I know you know this also I've been in a deep AI What's the word rabbit hole this morning all morning and I haven't done shit today because I've been reading like what an insider risk program looks like and like where the responsibility should lie and I'm in pain. It's a lot so. Yeah Fun times what are you doing your way maybe you're working out I feel like I've barely talked to you today like what the fuck dude

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I am not working out. I actually just left the car wash yeah I know I haven't. I feel like we haven't talked either. I guess you haven't been nearly as horny this week so you haven't had any reason to talk to me I guess. Let's see so I was gonna go to the gym but I had to get some shit to the shipping center so I'd like 10 orders figured out and then I was right across from a car wash. That's why I went there cause she was filthy. It's good for you, though that you're you know taking a stand to feel good about that hopefully Something will happen. I guess you know being a pain in the ass never like. Hurts your chances of getting a response I guess So yeah, that's cool Do you need? I just need something to invest some energy since you don't have the rescue baby.

<b>Sam:</b> Wowwwww

<b>Sam:</b> 😒

<b>Sam:</b> Turd

<b>Sam:</b> Also. I’m laughing at how much you wash your car lol

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You know, I'm just pulling your leg baby doll Yeah, so I do pay monthly for my car wash so I go there as much as I possibly can to make it worth my while

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I used to do that back in the day pay for a monthly membership and then I just like never got my money out of it because I wanna go So yeah Sorry, I got distracted Anyway, are you done with work? You freaking bum I'm kidding. I was gonna say Dammit, I don't even know my brain is all over the place, but I have not mentioned yet today that I cannot wait to see you or getting closer I'm so excited

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I know I am super excited like every minute that goes by as a minute closer So what are you finding about the Insider thing then you think they are like they're what they're doing is right is that what GPT is telling you?

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So ChatGPT was going one way copilots going another so I've been talking a lot to copilot and also talking a lot to Maria White and that is Exhausting and none of itself so Now I'm back of the mindset of like what we're doing is Sue bar and yeah I was gonna say something else to you. My brain is literally between the insider stuff and the Nissan stuff. I'm just like wow dammit I was gonna say something to you though like completely unrelated to this. Oh, this is so beyond random and you won't give a shit because You don't give a shit about women's fashion, but I finally caved and I bought a pair of like these super wide leg jeans and they are the best. They are so comfortable because normally I wear skinny jeans and normally I like can't fucking breathe and everything is tight and these are. Freaking stellar and they still make my butt look good so I might have to go buy like five more pairs

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Now that's what I'm talking about comfortable and you're gonna buy five more pairs that's that's my style right there so like how wide are they? Are they just like a little bit bigger than usual aren't you? Send me a picture please send me a picture of that great look at an ass.

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I mean the jeans picture of the jeans totally for that not your ass cares about that I'm just kidding. I care a lot about that.

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<b>Sam:</b> You can’t really tell

<b>Sam:</b> I’ll have to take a pic tonight like in a mirror

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<b>Sam:</b> These

<b>Dave:</b> Ahh ok. Nice!

<b>Sam:</b> SO COMFY

<b>Dave:</b> I bet they look even better on the hotel room floor 😉

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

<b>Sam:</b> I bet they’ll slide right off pretty easily

<b>Dave:</b> Perfect!

<b>Sam:</b> Feb 03, 2026  2:16:05 PM I am sooooo fucking hunger
I am sooooo fucking hungry

<b>Dave:</b> Did you bring anything today?

<b>Sam:</b> No. I just left to go get a Greek salad

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You probably know like the scientific answer to this, but how many days do you think that you could survive without any food so you restrained in the desert and maybe you had like a source of water For a bit, but then like it's gone how many days could you survive? I think I would probably kill myself. Before my body would actually shut down and I've died

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So yeah, the scientific answer is actually the rule of threes or like the survival rule of threes or something like that and it's three minutes without air three hours without shelter if you're in like super harsh conditions like the Antarctic or something three days without water in three weeks without food

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] But yeah, I would probably kill myself after just a few days without food Cause that would suck

<b>Sam:</b> THREE FUCKING WEEKS

<b>Sam:</b> ARE THEY INSANE

<b>Sam:</b> I N S A N E

<b>Sam:</b> I’m offing myself after about 36 hrs

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I’m right there with you

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Feb 03, 2026  2:27:32 PM Sam unsent a message!

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<b>Dave:</b> Wow

<b>Dave:</b> These are so spot on for you 😅

<b>Dave:</b> Your ability to attract love is definitely terrifyingly powerful 😍

<b>Sam:</b> I dunno that I really believe in these things but it’s fun to! 😂

<b>Dave:</b> Fundamentally I don’t. But I swear sometimes I reconsider….

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<b>Dave:</b> Lmao

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You know what I was just thinking about my cycle. What if I enter into my super horny period right after I see you I'm gonna be fucking pissed if that's the case.

<b>Dave:</b> That’s kind of like one of my favorite mostly for fun religious arguments. Like wtf is with all the PAIN god?! You could have just used a sound or something to warn us of danger

<b>Sam:</b> Amen! Lol

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, that would suck Cause I mean, it seems like you've been in your super horny horny period for the last couple weeks so maybe you're just now coming out of it and we're gonna hit like right in the dead middle of the not horny.

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Just to be clear if that is the case, I could care less as long as I get to spend some time with you

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Well, I don't really have like a baseline to go off of per se because I'm was practically dead inside before crazy night so I don't know what the fuck my norm is, but I feel like I shouldn't be super super horny every day for weeks I don't know I feel like I'll snap out of it, but I feel like there's there's a wall right now today but like you know, it won't last long normally though I definitely have periods where I'm very emotional and then I also periods where're very tired and then I also have periods where I want to fucking eat everything So yeah, I don't really know where I am right now

<b>Sam:</b> Don’t worry baby. I’m still absolutely having amazing sex with you ❤️

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I'm not the least bit worried because I can work with any of those phases also, let's not forget the slit and throat phase so we can kill people too or we can be emotional and cry or we can eat all the things or we can just nap I'm down for whatever baby

<b>Sam:</b> You’re the best! Once again

<b>Dave:</b> I love you 💕

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<b>Sam:</b> I love YOU

<b>Dave:</b> I love puzzles!! 👍

<b>Sam:</b> Ok I lied. I’m horny again.

<b>Sam:</b> Why the fuck does this hit me out of no where when I’m just sitting at work!

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<b>Dave:</b> Yeah you do seem to be your horniest at work. Good thing this is a work trip 🤪

<b>Sam:</b> I can’t forget my laptop!!!

<b>Dave:</b> I’ll remind you 😉

<b>Sam:</b> I’ll remind YOU! 🤪

<b>Sam:</b> What typically is your favorite part of a females body?

<b>Sam:</b> Like where do your eyes tend to naturally go or like what’s the first thing you notice

<b>Dave:</b> Hmmm

<b>Sam:</b> I’m literally sitting here, imagining in VIVID detail, exactly how your dick is going to feel sliding into me and I’m about beside myself 🥵

<b>Dave:</b> Yep, horny sam is back lololol

<b>Sam:</b> Maybe I just needed some food!! 😂

<b>Dave:</b> Well, I’m happy to report that I immediately matched your level 🥵

<b>Dave:</b> That IS going to feel amazing. I’ve actually been thinking about how it’s going to feel right before sliding in. Like, right at that point where the head just starts to get wet. When we’re pressed together, kissing.

<b>Sam:</b> I can’t even sit still 🫠

<b>Sam:</b> Pressed together skin on skin, or through clothes

<b>Dave:</b> That, and tasting your pussy. That’s been my other main thing for daaaaays now

<b>Dave:</b> Skin

<b>Sam:</b> Yea that’s going to drive me fucking WILD

<b>Sam:</b> Yea that’s going to drive me fucking WILD
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<b>Dave:</b> It’s driving me wild just thinking about it 🫨🤯

<b>Sam:</b> I cannot waitttttt to feel your tongue on me. Anywhere on me.

<b>Dave:</b> I’m looking at that photo you sent me from Sedona, imagining kissing, licking, sucking on every piece of exposed skin 🤤

<b>Sam:</b> I need to go find that picture now ha

<b>Dave:</b> With my hand also down your pants ofc

<b>Dave:</b> We can ft if you need it that bad 😏

<b>Sam:</b> I need to go find that picture now ha
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<b>Sam:</b> You’re making me insane

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

<b>Sam:</b> Eee I just got goosebumps

<b>Sam:</b> And what am I doing as your hands are down my pants and you’re kissing all the exposed areas?

<b>Dave:</b> Mostly just… quivering. Because I’m being super gentle and only very lightly touching you. Really just brushing up the sensitive areas. Pulling you open a little from the sides. Pulling your panties into up to put a little pressure on…

<b>Dave:</b> You’re obviously completely soaking wet

<b>Sam:</b> Oh absolutely soaking

<b>Sam:</b> Also begging you to be inside me

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

<b>Dave:</b> But not yet 😏

<b>Sam:</b> Yes! You will

<b>Sam:</b> Bc I’ll beg and you’ll give in

<b>Dave:</b> You got your quickie first thing day 1.  Now I get to play 😈

<b>Dave:</b> Yes, you’ll beg.

<b>Sam:</b> But I’ll beg veryyyyyy sweetly

<b>Dave:</b> I might just keep you on the edge aaaaall day

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

<b>Sam:</b> Bahahaha sorry. Had to

<b>Sam:</b> Absolutely the fuck not

<b>Dave:</b> Totally understandable

<b>Sam:</b> I will die

<b>Sam:</b> Do you want me to die

<b>Dave:</b> You might die when you cum harder than you ever have before later that night 😏

<b>Dave:</b> That is… if I let you

<b>Sam:</b> Do you think with sex that you’re more of a giver?

<b>Dave:</b> How do you think of yourself?

<b>Sam:</b> You know why I know you’ll let me?

<b>Dave:</b> Why?

<b>Sam:</b> Bc our time together will be limited. And we both will want to maximize allll *waves arms around* this 🤪

<b>Sam:</b> Soooo HA!!

<b>Dave:</b> That’s a decent point. But if we have TOO MANY orgasms, they’ll get weak, and we’ll get tired lol.

<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm. Also a decent point lol

<b>Sam:</b> Hmph

<b>Dave:</b> Truth be told, I may not be able to keep from fucking you senseless in the midst of all that 😅

<b>Sam:</b> I can’t wait to watch you try not to 🤭

<b>Dave:</b> How do you think of yourself?
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<b>Sam:</b> It really depends on the dude and what he likes. I can shape shift 😂

<b>Sam:</b> I’ve been with guys who almost solely take. And I’ve been with guys who almost solely give

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I can see it

<b>Sam:</b> I do think I’m more of more of a follow the lead type person though

<b>Sam:</b> More submissive

<b>Dave:</b> What do you expect with the Amicitia?

<b>Sam:</b> I WANT to be “handled” and played with and….🥵

<b>Dave:</b> Yep

<b>Dave:</b> That’s hot

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<b>Sam:</b> I’m very glad you think so 🫠

<b>Sam:</b> And I literally cannot wait to be your play (and cuddle) thing for a few days

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<b>Dave:</b> Omg me either!

<b>Dave:</b> And jeez! You sure know how to heat the chat up 🥵. Follow the lead huh? You’re definitely the catalyst for sexting 😈

<b>Sam:</b> Hahahaha

<b>Sam:</b> Am I??

<b>Dave:</b> Uhhh yeah

<b>Sam:</b> 🤭😅

<b>Sam:</b> All the time?? Noooo

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] This is reminding me, I wonder When we started full on sexy, I know it was in December But I wonder what we said and who started it but I do remember there was a moment I was like holy fuck like we're texting like this is sex

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah pretty much. I mean, when I know you’re in the mood I’ll jump right in, but it’s usually you that gets it going

<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, that's a good question. I think we actually called it out. I mean I'm sure we have all the chat locks. I can fucking figure out a way to ask. I haven't fucked with self copy really In a while since I've been doing the image thing, but yeah like it's all there I'll have to take a look, but yeah I think we're there was one point where we were like. Damn, this is just evolved right into straight up Sexting now. But why are you covering your face? I think that's pretty awesome. That you get this, get it going up in here

<b>Sam:</b> We totally called it out

<b>Sam:</b> I noticed my lack of soft copies!! 🤪

<b>Dave:</b> https://open.spotify.com/track/04KTF78FFg8sOHC1BADqbY
Hot In Herre
Nelly · Nellyville · Song · 2002

<b>Dave:</b> That song is all I can think of now lol

<b>Dave:</b> Sorry!

<b>Dave:</b> It’s up to date now btw

<b>Dave:</b> I’m glad you noticed though 😊

<b>Sam:</b> There’s been probably a handful of times in my life that I’ve been so turned on that I’ve squirted during sex, and with how fucking horny I’ve been lately, I definitely have wondered if I will during our sexcapades next week 🫠

<b>Dave:</b> Make sure you stay hydrated 😉💦

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

<b>Dave:</b> 11/24

<b>Dave:</b> I’ll have to do some more research but there’s mention of all the way back there lol

<b>Dave:</b> Make sure you stay hydrated 😉💦

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<b>Dave:</b> What time does your flight land again?

<b>Sam:</b> 250 your time

<b>Dave:</b> So… sexing around 330 probably?

<b>Dave:</b> Just need to figure out what time to plan on getting there

<b>Sam:</b> I gotta get my bag and a ride to the place!

<b>Sam:</b> I’d think 4-430 for you

<b>Dave:</b> Daaamn

<b>Dave:</b> Ok

<b>Sam:</b> Don’t you think? Land at 250 so basically deplane a little after 3. Get bag at 320. Get uber at 330. Get to place and checked in by 4.

<b>Dave:</b> Ok yeah I guess that sounds about right

<b>Sam:</b> 🤦‍♀️

<b>Sam:</b> Normal

<b>Dave:</b> 🥰

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<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
Lol what a doof

<b>Dave:</b> lol

<b>Dave:</b> She’s a goofy gurl

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

<b>Sam:</b> He’s so handsome!!

<b>Sam:</b> I was trying to take a video of her bc she has a meet and greet on Friday, and she jumped on me and knocked me over at the end lol. And I specifically told them that she wasn’t jumping that much. She totallllyyyy is now lol

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

<b>Sam:</b> He’s so handsome!!
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<b>Dave:</b> You should just keep her 🤭

<b>Sam:</b> Fuck no

<b>Sam:</b> I’m poor

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah ok Mrs “shit ton of Schwab stock”

<b>Sam:</b> Yea that’s not liquid money!

<b>Dave:</b> Pffft

<b>Sam:</b> Pfffttt to you!

<b>Sam:</b> Most isn’t even vested yet

<b>Dave:</b> Oh that’s right, you’re getting them stacks now that you’re a director. Oh and also!… I remember you saying “haha lol, idek how much money have durrr” not too long ago

<b>Dave:</b> You an afford a dog… is my point

<b>Dave:</b> 😂

<b>Sam:</b> You’re right. I can afford a dog. 4 actually. But not 5 😝

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
Also THIS is just too much lol

<b>Dave:</b> Lmao

<b>Dave:</b> That’s almost creepy

<b>Dave:</b> Like how are they ALL black

<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha

<b>Sam:</b> Black dogs legitimately get overlooked the most at shelters. It’s called black dog syndrome. So I say fuck off to all those ppl

<b>Dave:</b> For real?

<b>Sam:</b> For real for real

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<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
Hehehe 🤭

<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha that’s amazing

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<b>Sam:</b> Watching my toxic show. 15 min in and EEEEEEE!!!!! Time to slit some throats!

<b>Dave:</b> I was just gonna txt you to see whatcha were doing 😜

<b>Sam:</b> I’ve been mostly cleaning. Which is pointless bc these damn dogs

<b>Sam:</b> Then I gotta leave in 40 min to pick up the kids 😩

<b>Dave:</b> What is Christian doing that he can’t get them?

<b>Sam:</b> He dropped them off

<b>Sam:</b> And of course they are in 2 different places. Sigh

<b>Dave:</b> Ahh, ok I guess that’s fair

<b>Sam:</b> 😒

<b>Sam:</b> What are YOU up to?

<b>Dave:</b> Trying to get my workflow to create an image with an erect dick in it. It keeps generating him standing there wearing underwear, no matter how I prompt it

<b>Sam:</b> An image of YOU with an erect dick??? 😍😍😍😍

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

I can’t with her 😂

<b>Dave:</b> That tongue lol

<b>Sam:</b> An image of YOU with an erect dick??? 😍😍😍😍
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<b>Dave:</b> He could represent me (in a comically unrealistic way) 😂

<b>Dave:</b> It’s really a matter of principle at this point.

<b>Sam:</b> No I want it to be you!!

<b>Dave:</b> This model is supposed to be an uncensored monitor so I want it to draw a dick, it’s gonna do it goddamnit!

<b>Dave:</b> Baby steps, baby

<b>Sam:</b> Yea what is its deal!!

<b>Dave:</b> 🤷‍♂️ Why’s it gotta be so hard to get ai to draw a dick eyeroll🙄

<b>Sam:</b> It MUST be user error lol

<b>Dave:</b> Hmph

<b>Sam:</b> This show is SO FUCKED!!

<b>Sam:</b> I have to tell you later about the drinking game they played

<b>Sam:</b> I’ll voice memo you when I leave

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

<b>Sam:</b> Awww

<b>Sam:</b> We have that exact water bowl too

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

<b>Dave:</b> Omg! She’s following him around and like running up on him!! That’s the first time EVER

<b>Sam:</b> That is adorable. They’re gonna be besties

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<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Hey baby, I know you are probably getting ready to go to bed But I wanted to send a quick message to tell you about that fucking game. I'm so glad I'm not in college anymore. Crazy but it's called paranoia and People everybody comes up with like a fucked up question like one of them was like who's the most likely to kill themselves who is most likely to cheat whatever the fuck they put the questions in a bowl then they go around in a circle, and somebody whoever turn, it is picks a random question and then they pick a person that they want to answer the question They whisper the question in that person's ear that person calls out a name of somebody in the circle in the group that's playing a game and say say you said Sam and if I wanted to know what the question was, I had to drink a shot And then you would tell me whatever the question was and if I don't wanna know then I just don't drink and then but I'll never know what they said about me or thought about me so anyway, imagine a game like that around a bunch of fucked up toxic people sounds fucking crazy So yeah, anyway I finished the episode of the nick of time so I'm I was happy about that. I might have to watch it next Tuesday morning from the hotel. Cause I probably won't have time the rest of the day so you might have to watch it with me. You never know. All right, well I love you and I hope you sleep well and I'll talk to you tomorrow and I can't wait

<b>Dave:</b> Duuude that show is crazy lol

<b>Dave:</b> Feb 03, 2026  9:26:02 PM I might oughta catch up on it so I know what’s going on today!!
I might oughta catch up on it so I know what’s going on Tuesday !!

<b>Sam:</b> You have 2 whole seasons to get through first lol

<b>Dave:</b> That game sounds pretty awesome lol

<b>Sam:</b> It actually does if it’s fun and flirty!!! lol

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

<b>Sam:</b> 2038?!?!!!

<b>Sam:</b> wtf astrology lol

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
Oh but I like this lol

<b>Dave:</b> See??

<b>Dave:</b> These are freaking crazy!!

<b>Dave:</b> Oh ffs…

<b>Dave:</b> The first paragraph

<b>Dave:</b> Pace &amp; timing
Gemini moves in quick pulses—ideas first, feelings later. Cancer moves in tides—feelings first, meaning later. Together, the rhythm can feel like a conversation that alternates between thinking out loud and feeling things through. When it works, Gemini lightens Cancer’s emotional load, while Cancer slows Gemini just enough to add depth and continuity.

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<b>Dave:</b> Broooo… second paragraph is spot on too 🤦‍♂️

Communication style
Gemini communicates to explore; Cancer communicates to connect. Gemini may talk around a subject, testing angles. Cancer tends to talk from a subject, rooted in memory or emotional context. This can create a complementary loop—Gemini brings perspective, Cancer brings significance—but it can also create crossed signals if Gemini’s curiosity is misread as detachment, or Cancer’s emotional framing is misread as heaviness.

<b>Sam:</b> Where’s this coming from?

<b>Sam:</b> Spot on for both

<b>Dave:</b> https://chatgpt.com/share/6982c4dd-91fc-8003-9f28-b179bb3e524a
Gemini Cancer Dynamics
Shared via ChatGPT

<b>Dave:</b> This is uncanny. I’ve only read the first section and part of the second and I think I’m going to stop for now lol.

<b>Sam:</b> Ooo I can’t WAIT to read lol

<b>Sam:</b> Romantic magnetism
The attraction often comes from contrast: Cancer senses Gemini’s liveliness and adaptability as invigorating; Gemini senses Cancer’s depth and loyalty as grounding. There’s a “tell me more / stay a while” quality that can feel quietly addictive.

<b>Dave:</b> Romantic magnetism
The attraction often comes from contrast: Cancer senses Gemini’s liveliness and adaptability as invigorating; Gemini senses Cancer’s depth and loyalty as grounding. There’s a “tell me more / stay a while” quality that can feel quietly addictive.

<b>Dave:</b> Stfu

<b>Sam:</b> STOP IT

<b>Dave:</b> wtf

<b>Sam:</b> For real wtf

<b>Dave:</b> I’m seriously like… stunned

<b>Dave:</b> Mouth literally agape

<b>Sam:</b> I almost just threw my phone on the ground like gtfo of here lol

<b>Dave:</b> Welp, I’m convinced 😌

<b>Dave:</b> And I’m going to bed on that super awesome high note 🥰

<b>Dave:</b> I love you sweetheart

<b>Dave:</b> I’ll see you when I check my phone every few hours throughout the night 🤣

<b>Sam:</b> I love you too baby. Sweet dreams!!?

<b>Sam:</b> Cancer often feels seen when Gemini is curious about their inner world, memories, or subtle mood shifts.

This is soooooooo spot on

<b>Sam:</b> Mood &amp; emotional range
Gemini can help Cancer not get lost inside a feeling by offering perspective and humor. Cancer can help Gemini feel emotions more fully rather than skimming past them. Over time, each expands the other’s emotional bandwidth.

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<b>Sam:</b> Under uncertainty, heaviness, or transition

This is where the pairing is most revealing.
    •    Cancer may become more protective, inward, or cautious—seeking reassurance and emotional safety.
    •    Gemini may become more restless, verbal, or mentally active—seeking clarity through movement or conversation.

I definitely become more inward and cautious. What do you tend to do?