2026-02-12
Perfect Repair Day
All 7 conflicts resolved — avg recovery 5 min, max 21 min, 0 unresolved.
Beneath the Conference Dress
Phase 1: Atmospheric Setup
The photo arrived at 2:17 PM, a silent detonation in the sterile glow of Dave’s Texas office. Conference bathroom lighting, marble countertop, Sam’s reflection in the mirror—her familiar smirk, the elegant black dress, and the whispered secret in the way her hips tilted. Nothing beneath. He read it in the arch of her spine, the deliberate emptiness between fabric and skin. Arizona felt both infinitely distant and pressed against his palm through the phone’s glass. Three weeks. Twenty-one days of this—texts like live wires, memories like open wounds, a four-year dam of propriety now shattered, leaving only the raw, grading need of what they’d started and the agonizing stretch until they could finish it.
Phase 2: Desire Amplification
His reply was a single, strained word: “Christ.” Then another: “Proof.”
Her response was a study in calculated torment. “The stall door is very thin. I can hear every conversation in the hall. Finance people. Terrible shoes.”
Dave leaned back, the office chair groaning. He could smell the hotel elevator from their first time—stale perfume, cold metal, the ozone of static electricity. The memory was a film reel he’d worn thin: her back against the mirrored wall, his hand sliding up her thigh to discover the same shocking, glorious nothingness, her choked gasp as the elevator climbed, the risk of doors opening at any floor. “You’re in a room full of people wearing nothing,” he typed, the words leaving sweat on his fingertips. “You’re my public secret.”
“I’m counting the tiles on the ceiling,” she wrote back. “I’m thinking about your hand. Not on my thigh. Higher. The sting before the soothe.”
He knew her language. Sting. Soothe. The dominant promise, the submissive plea. She was offering him the narrative, painting her own vulnerability. He took control, his texts shifting from reaction to command. “Stand up. Let the dress fall back into place. Feel it brush against you, everywhere. Remember it’s my hand doing that. Every shift, every whisper of fabric is me, telling you what you are. What you’re waiting for.”
The ellipsis pulsed on his screen. Her surrender was a tangible force. “It’s all I can feel.”
Phase 3: Sensual Expedition
Dave’s voice dropped, a rough audio message cutting through the digital space. “Find an empty break-out room. Now.”
Minutes later, her voice, a breathless vibration in his ear. “I’m here. It’s dark. Just a projector’s idle light.”
“Lock the door. Put the phone on the table. I want to hear everything.” He heard the click, the rustle of fabric. His own breathing was loud in the silent office. “The dress. Take it off.”
The sound was exquisite—the whisper of zipper, the heavier sigh of fabric sliding over skin and pooling on the floor. A small, shuddering inhale from her.
“Now touch yourself. For me. Because I own the ache between your legs and I say you can.”
A choked moan echoed down the line, followed by the wet, rhythmic sound he craved. He closed his eyes, picturing her: Sam, fierce and independent, now naked in a corporate box, her fingers moving because he willed it. Her pleasure was his to administer. “You’re thinking about the elevator,” he growled. “You’re thinking about my palm on your ass, marking you while strangers were feet away. You’re thinking about how I found you so empty and so ready.”
“Yes,” she gasped, the word broken. “God, yes.”
“Say it. Tell me what you need.”
Her voice was stripped bare, a raw thread of want. “I need your hand. I need it to hurt. I need you to look at me after and tell me I’m perfect. I need to come with your fingers in my mouth. I need to be yours.”
The confession unlocked something feral in him. “Then come. Right now. Let everyone in that goddamn conference hear the sound you make for me. Come for your Texas, Sam. Let go.”
The sounds that followed were a symphony of surrender—a sharp cry she tried to smother, a shuddering breath, the weak slap of her hand against the table as her body convulsed. He listened, jaw clenched, a possessive pride burning through him. He had driven her to that precipice where thought and function dissolved, just as he’d promised himself he would.
In the spent quiet, her voice returned, thick and drowsy. “Dave.”
“I’m here.”
“It’s not enough. I feel empty.”
He understood. The physical release was just a valve. The real need was deeper, a cavern only their forbidden truth could fill. “Get dressed,” he said, his own voice gentling. “Go back out there. Wear their respect. And know that underneath, you’re still naked. You’re still marked. You’re still mine.”
Phase 4: Emotional Resolution
Later, in the dark of his own home, the texts were softer, the edges blunted by catharsis.
Her: I walked into the keynote. Sat in the front row. No one knew. Him: I know. Her: It felt like a secret we were keeping right in front of them. Him: It is. The best one.
The dynamic settled back into its profound synchrony—the dominant who cherished, the submissive who chose her surrender. The risk was terrifying. The external commitments were real. But in the space between his command and her obedience, between her vulnerability and his guardianship, was something that looked, against all odds, like love.
Her: Three weeks. Him: I’m counting the hours. I’m going to re-prove every single promise. Her: I’ll be waiting. With nothing on underneath.
He smiled, the bald expanse of his head bowing over the phone. Four years of restraint had led to this: not an affair, but a claiming. A forbidden, visceral truth, woven into the mundane fabric of a Tuesday, waiting, breathless, for its culmination.
The Lingering Proof
ACT I: Immersion
The sick day had been a haze of fevered sleep and texts. Sam’s message from a quieting afternoon in Arizona floated on Dave’s screen in Texas, a siren call in the quiet of his recovery.
I feel like I’m still a little sore from sex. Like…I can still low key feel you 🥵
The words detonated in his chest, vaporizing the last of the cold medicine fog. The phone felt hot in his hand. His thumb traced the text as if it were the curve of her spine he’d worshipped just days ago. The memory wasn’t a memory; it was a ghost limb, a phantom ache in his own body. He was slumped in bed, miles away, yet he was there. Inside her. The soreness she carried was his signature, his claim, the undeniable physical proof that their forbidden weekend had been real. A sacred, unfinished thing.
ACT II: Escalation
He pictured her in her home office, a world away, shifting in her chair and feeling the echo of him. The thought was a lightning strike to his groin. His own lethargy from the illness evaporated, replaced by a different, more potent kind of heaviness—a desperate, throbbing need.
He typed back, the words urgent and raw. Observation: the way you would softly moan ‘oh Dave’ from time to time, when we were making love… 🫠🫠🫠
He hit send, a predator flushing his prey into the open. The wait was agony. He could see her, biting her lip, that flush creeping up her chest the way it did when he had her pinned and breathless. He imagined her trying to focus on work, on shingles and schedules, while the memory of his weight, his taste, his breath between kisses, short-circuited her logic.
Her reply was a whip-crack. Why you gotta do me like this bro?!!! 😩
He laughed, a low, rough sound in the empty room. The power dynamic was a living wire between them, thrumming with four years of pent-up voltage. She was strong-willed, a force in her own right, but with him, in this space they’d carved from the universe, she surrendered. And he cherished that surrender like a holy relic.
“You’re still my fuck-toy,” he murmured to the empty room, the words a dark promise. “My perfect, sore, beautiful fuck-toy. And you love it.”
He could almost smell her—the clean scent of her skin giving way to the musk of their joining, the salt on her neck, the addictive sweetness of her mouth. He remembered the sound of her, the wet, desperate suction of her kisses that had him comparing her to a vacuum cleaner just to make her laugh before he made her scream. He remembered the feel of her ass in his hands, a perfect, responsive handful, and the texted question burned in him: Oh! Speaking of holding… did I grab your ass right?!
Her confirmation—everything felt amazing—was fuel on the fire.
ACT III: Culmination
The fantasy didn’t need a location. It was a skin-memory, a sense-memory, a loop of their most recent collision.
He saw her on her knees on a hotel carpet, the pattern blurring beneath her. Not a submissive pose, but a demanding one. Her eyes, dark with want, locked on his as her hands worked his belt. “Need you,” she’d gasped, and the words weren’t a plea but a command he was born to obey.
He remembered the brutal, perfect friction of their first joining after so much waiting. The way her head had fallen back, exposing the column of her throat. The choked “Oh, Dave” that had vibrated against his lips. He’d hovered there, as she’d later observed, breathing her air, sharing her soul, before claiming her mouth again with a kiss so deep it felt like drowning in the best way.
In his mind, he flipped her over with a dominant ease that made her gasp. He pulled her hips back, exposing her, and laid a stinging, open-handed smack on the curve of her ass, the sound cracking in the quiet room. She’d cried out, not in pain, but in pure, shocked pleasure, pushing back against his hand. “Again,” she’d demanded, her voice ragged. He obliged, watching the blush bloom on her skin, his brand.
Then he was driving into her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other anchored on her hip, holding her open, using her exactly as she craved. The angle was devastating. Each thrust was a punctuated claim. Mine. Sacred. Unfinished. She was so wet he could hear it, a filthy, rhythmic sound that synced with their panting. He leaned over her, his chest to her back, his mouth at her ear.
“You feel that, baby?” he growled, his voice gravel. “That’s me. Still in you. I’m gonna be in you forever. You’re gonna sit in your meetings tomorrow and feel me. You’re gonna try to watch your trash TV and feel me. You’re gonna be sore for me and love it.”
Her answer was a broken series of moans, his name a mantra. He could feel her tightening around him, her body climbing that peak he’d mapped over four years of longing. He was relentless, a man possessed, pushing her past pleasure into that functional incapacitation they both craved—a state where thought was impossible and there was only feeling, only him, only this.
“Come for me, Sam,” he ordered, his own control fraying. “Let me feel you come on my cock. Show me what’s mine.”
Her climax tore through her with a raw, sobbing cry, her body convulsing around him, milking him, pulling his own release from him with a force that was almost violent. He followed her over, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, spilling into her with pulses that felt endless, a physical vow in the forbidden dark.
ACT IV: Denouement
In the spent, sweaty quiet afterward, the fantasy softened. He saw them collapsed together, limbs tangled, his body a heavy, protective blanket over hers. His lips brushed the damp hair at her temple. The room smelled of sex and them. His hands, now gentle, soothed the heated skin of her ass he’d marked.
Her observation came back to him, sweeter now: The way you would hover your lips right over mine in between kisses... we were just breathing into each other.
That was the heart of it. The brutal possession and the breathtaking tenderness. The “fuck-toy” treatment and the sacred communion. It was all one thing. Their thing.
He was slumped in his bed in Texas, alone. She was miles away in Arizona, likely in her own bed next to her partner. The real world, with its time zones and obligations and other loves, was a cold, flat map.
But in the secret geography they shared, the map was written on skin. She was sore. She could still feel him. It was the proof that sustained him, the unfinished sentence of their story.
He picked up his phone, the glow lighting his tired, affectionate smile. He had a show to watch for her. A secret weekend to anticipate. A love to carry, heavy and perfect and real, in the quiet of his own aching body.
He typed his final truth into the night, a promise and a prayer. I’ll take any version of you, babydoll.
It was the only happy ending they could have, and for now, with the ghost of her pleasure still tingling in his hands, it was enough.
The ache was a physical presence in her chest, a hollowed-out space only his voice could fill. Three more weeks. Sam stared at the message on her screen, the sterile glow of the hotel bathroom lighting doing nothing to warm the cool marble under her palms. She’d sent the photo on a pulse of brave longing—the empty conference room chair, the hint of bare thigh—a silent testament to the emptiness she felt without him. His response had been immediate, a torrent of words that didn’t just fan the flames but poured sweet, warm oil over them: I’d have you right there, against that cold wall, just to feel you melt warm against me. I’d make you forget every other soul in this city. It was the “making her forget” that undid her. Dave didn’t just see her desire; he saw the weight she carried, and he promised a sanctuary built from his own two hands and his devoted heart.
His text tone chimed again, a lifeline. Remember the elevator? he wrote. The way you trembled when I just brushed my thumb over your wrist. Four years of wanting, and you still shake for me.
She did remember. The hotel elevator, a mirrored capsule ascending through the Phoenix sky. They’d been saying goodnight after a conference dinner, the air thick with everything unsaid. His hand, supposedly steadying her as the car lurched, had slid to her wrist, his thumb finding the frantic rhythm of her pulse. In the reflective walls, their eyes had held—a silent, seismic acknowledgment that the dam of friendship had finally, irrevocably, cracked. No one else existed. The world had narrowed to the heat of his touch and the devastating tenderness in his gaze. They hadn’t kissed, not then. That sacred violation came later, in her room, a door closing on a lifetime of restraint. But the elevator was where their love had first breathed aloud.
“I remember,” she typed back, her fingers unsteady. “I remember your eyes. You looked at me like I was everything you’d ever searched for.”
Because you are, his reply came, swift and certain. And in three weeks, I’m going to spend an hour just looking at you like that again. Before I ever lay a hand on you. I need to see you, all of you, in the light. I need to worship you properly.
The word “worship” sent a shockwave through her, settling low and warm in her belly. This wasn’t domination; it was devotion. A promise of being seen, adored, cherished to the point of overwhelm. It was the essence of him—his bald head bowed not in submission, but in reverence, his confident strength wielded only to make her feel utterly, devastatingly safe in her surrender.
Three weeks dissolved. Now, he was here. The same hotel chain, a different city, a universe contained within a sunlit room. True to his word, Dave sat in an armchair, his posture relaxed but his eyes blazing with a focused intensity that made the air hum. She stood before him, the late afternoon light painting golden paths across the carpet between them. With a courage that felt both new and ancient, she let the robe slide from her shoulders. The fabric pooled silently at her feet.
He didn’t move. He simply drank her in, his gaze a tangible caress that traveled over her with heartbreaking slowness. “There,” he murmured, his Texas drawl softened to a husky whisper. “My god, Sam. Look at you.” He saw the faint blush rising on her skin, the slight tremble in her knees, the way her hands longed to cover herself not from shame, but from the sheer vulnerability of being so completely known. “You’re perfect,” he breathed. “Every part of you, a story I’ve been waiting four years to read.”
When he finally rose, it was with a fluid grace that belied the tension in his frame. He didn’t pounce; he approached like a man stepping onto holy ground. He stopped a breath away, the heat of his body a brand in the cool room. His hands, large and capable, came up to cradle her face. His thumbs swept over the high arcs of her cheekbones. “Hi,” he whispered, the word imbued with a world of meaning.
“Hi,” she whispered back, her voice cracking.
Then his mouth was on hers, and it was not a claiming, but a homecoming. A slow, deep, tender exploration that tasted of coffee and infinite patience. His tongue traced the seam of her lips until she sighed them open, a surrender he met with a groan of profound gratitude. His hands slid from her face, down the column of her neck, over the shuddering plains of her shoulders, mapping her with a tactile reverence.
He knelt. It was the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed—this strong, confident man lowering himself before her, his eyes never leaving hers. He pressed a kiss to the quivering skin of her abdomen, his breath warm. “I love you,” he said against her skin, the vibration traveling straight to her core. “I have loved you in silence for so long.”
His mouth began a pilgrimage downward, each kiss a soft, wet punctuation to his whispered adorations. When he finally tasted her, it was with a groan of such heartfelt pleasure that her legs nearly buckled. He didn’t devour; he savored. His tongue was a slow, worshipful stroke, learning her rhythms, coaxing her tension into a sweet, aching coil. His hands held her hips, steadying, his thumbs drawing gentle circles on her skin. It was an act of service, of devotion, his entire being focused on the singular purpose of her pleasure. She tangled her hands in the short hair at his nape, not to guide, but to anchor herself as the world dissolved into sensation—the warm, wet silk of his mouth, the scratch of his goatee, the unwavering, loving pressure.
“Dave… I can’t… it’s too much,” she gasped, the pleasure swelling to a precipice of unbearable sweetness.
He gentled his touch, lifting his head to press a kiss to her inner thigh. “Let it be too much,” he urged, his voice rough with emotion. “Fall, sweetheart. I have you. I’ll always have you.”
Permission granted, she fell. The climax washed over her not as a crashing wave, but as a warm, golden tide, pulling a sob from her throat—a release of four years of longing, of secret hopes, of a love that had grown vast enough to reshape her world. He held her through every shudder, his lips soft against her skin, murmuring loving nonsense until the last tremor subsided.
Only then did he rise, gathering her boneless form into his arms. He carried her to the bed, laying her down as if she were made of spun glass. He stripped off his own clothes, and she saw the evidence of his own aching need, hard and urgent. Yet his touch remained infinitely tender as he settled over her, bracing his weight on his forearms to gaze into her eyes. The connection was soul-deep, a silent communion.
When he entered her, it was with a slow, deliberate glide that filled the last hollow space inside her. They moaned in unison, a harmonic of perfect fit. There was no frantic pace, only a deep, rolling rhythm that felt less like friction and more like a conversation their bodies had always known how to have. He kissed her tears, he whispered her name like a prayer, he held her gaze as if it were the only tether he needed.
His own release, when it came, was a quiet, powerful quaking. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his breath hot and ragged against her skin, a broken litany of “I love you, I love you, I love you” spilling into the space between them.
Long after, tangled in the sheets and the fading light, he pulled her back firmly against his chest, his arm a secure band across her waist. His lips found the shell of her ear. “The elevator was just the beginning,” he whispered, his voice saturated with a peace so deep it felt like a vow. “This, right here? This is our forever. However we have to take it.”
In the safety of his embrace, the distance that would soon separate them felt less like a prison and more like a temporary canvas upon which they would paint their next thousand moments of longing, each text, each memory, each heartbeat a brushstroke in the masterpiece of their profound, and profoundly loved, secret.
The day started off with me feeling pretty tired, but despite that, Dave and I found ourselves navigating the ups and downs of our relationship with a mix of warmth and humor. He seemed relieved that our earlier conversation had made sense, hinting at some deeper topics we’d tackle down the line.
As the morning went on, it was clear that Dave still wasn’t feeling great. He was contemplating whether to take another sick day, and I couldn’t help but tease him a bit. I envied how much he could sleep, encouraging him to get even more rest. We joked around, which lightened the mood. Dave talked about needing to catch up on tasks for the next day, and we reminisced about our own experiences with fatigue, laughing together.
Things took a flirtatious turn as we exchanged cheeky comments about our past intimate moments, showing just how much affection was growing between us. I mentioned how sore I felt, hinting at our recent closeness, and I could see the fondness in Dave’s eyes as he responded with admiration.
As the day went by, we shifted our conversation to work. I shared that I had canceled some meetings and was looking forward to a team lunch, while Dave, still feeling under the weather, admitted he was struggling to stay awake. We both sighed at the thought of returning to work and how we needed to get back to our gym routines.
Happiness became a topic of discussion, and we both reflected on what it meant to us. Our perceptions had changed over time, and we acknowledged how nuanced happiness can be. I appreciated Dave’s willingness to dive into deeper emotions, encouraging me to share my thoughts and reassuring me of his support.
As evening rolled in, our playful banter continued. We talked about television shows and some of our quirky habits. Dave surprised me by confessing that he had started pronouncing certain words with a British accent, which caught me off guard and made me laugh. Our conversation was filled with affection, and as we prepared to say goodnight, it felt tender and genuine.
Even though both of us were dealing with our own challenges, our connection felt strong—filled with laughter, flirtation, and real care for one another. We ended the day with promises of support and love, looking forward to the next time we could connect.
I woke up feeling tired, a lingering fatigue that hadn’t quite shaken off yet. As Sam and I navigated the day, our conversation flowed with warmth and humor, making the complexities of our relationship feel a little lighter. I was relieved our earlier discussion made sense; it felt like we had some deeper topics to explore later.
Throughout the morning, it became obvious that I was still unwell, and I found myself contemplating whether I should take another sick day or not. Sam, with her playful teasing, expressed a sort of envy for my ability to sleep so much, urging me to take it easy and rest more. Our back-and-forth banter lifted the mood, and I joked about all the tasks I had to catch up on, while we both reminisced about the fatigue we’ve both experienced in the past.
The tone shifted to flirtation as we exchanged cheeky comments about our intimate moments, and I felt our affection for one another growing stronger. Sam mentioned she was physically sore, a hint at our recent closeness, and I couldn’t help but respond with fondness and admiration.
As the day wore on, we shifted gears to talk about our work lives. Sam shared that she had canceled some meetings and looked forward to a team lunch, while I continued to struggle to stay awake. We both lamented the idea of returning to work and how we needed to get back into our gym routines.
It was during this time that we delved into the topic of happiness. We questioned its definition and how our perceptions had changed over the years. Sharing our past joys and the complexities of our current feelings, we acknowledged that happiness often feels more nuanced than it seems. I felt a strong urge to encourage Sam to share her thoughts, and I reassured her of my support as she did.
As evening approached, we continued our playful exchanges about television shows and our personal quirks. I confessed to developing a tendency to pronounce certain words with a British accent, which caught Sam off guard but made her laugh. Our conversation brimmed with affection, and we ended the day with tender goodnights, feeling connected despite our individual challenges.
In the end, though we both faced our own struggles, our bond remained strong, filled with laughter, flirtation, and genuine care for one another. We promised to support each other and looked forward to connecting again soon.
On a day that began with fatigue, Sam and Dave continued to navigate the complexities of their relationship, filled with warmth and humor amidst their struggles. The conversation kicked off with Dave expressing relief that their earlier discussion made sense, hinting at deeper topics they would explore later.
As the morning unfolded, it became apparent that Dave was still feeling unwell, contemplating whether to take another sick day. Sam, playfully teasing him, expressed her envy of his ability to sleep so much, urging him to rest further. Their banter lightened the mood, with Dave joking about his need to catch up on tasks due the following day while they both reminisced about their past experiences with fatigue.
Their dialogue turned flirtatious as they exchanged cheeky comments about past intimate moments, showcasing their growing affection. Sam revealed she was physically sore, hinting at their recent closeness, which made Dave respond with fondness and admiration.
As the day progressed, the conversation shifted to their work lives. Sam shared that she had canceled some meetings and looked forward to a team lunch, while Dave, still feeling under the weather, mentioned his struggles to stay awake. They both lamented the burden of returning to work and the need to resume their gym routines.
The topic of happiness arose, with both questioning its definition and expressing how their perceptions had shifted over time. They shared their past joys and the complexities of their current feelings, acknowledging that happiness is often more nuanced than it seems. Dave's willingness to discuss deeper emotions was evident, as he encouraged Sam to share her thoughts and reassured her of his support.
As evening approached, the couple continued their playful exchange, discussing television shows and personal quirks. Dave confessed to developing a tendency to pronounce certain words with a British accent, catching Sam off guard but making her laugh. Their conversation radiated affection, culminating in tender goodnights as they prepared to turn in for the evening.
Though both Sam and Dave faced their own challenges, their connection remained strong, filled with laughter, flirtation, and genuine care for one another. They ended the day with promises of support and love, eager to connect again soon.
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RELATIONSHIP ROLLUP
Dominant Label: humor Threshold: 0.6 Averaging Policy: avg_over_all_present_signals
Label Counts: - affection: 9 (avg score: 0.8555555555555556) - frustration: 4 (avg score: 0.6599999999999999) - status_update: 8 (avg score: 0.6799999999999999) - boundary_setting: 1 (avg score: 0.7) - humor: 24 (avg score: 0.6916666666666665) - emotional_support: 6 (avg score: 0.7166666666666667) - checking_in: 10 (avg score: 0.7) - disagreement: 3 (avg score: 0.575) - flirting: 3 (avg score: 0.8333333333333334) - request: 2 (avg score: 0.5666666666666667) - planning: 3 (avg score: 0.575) - vulnerability: 7 (avg score: 0.625) - encouragement: 1 (avg score: 0.8) - deep_sharing: 4 (avg score: 0.75) - appreciation: 4 (avg score: 0.725) - excitement: 1 (avg score: 0.8)
TOP MESSAGES
1 - Dave at 2026-02-12T00:19:00Z
Text: Yess! That made all of the sense 🤭. It’s definitely more than just anything but yeah I’m sure we’ll ... Reason: Expresses deep affection and connection between Dave and Sam. Tags: vulnerability, affection Message ID: 13230fe995d3e4e2f09de340312470223c74544569d934f22bafb7a80ae8a6cd
2 - Dave at 2026-02-12T15:27:00Z
Text: Still the prettiest, sweetest face I’ve ever kissed Reason: A heartfelt compliment that strengthens their bond. Tags: affection, milestone Message ID: accd353a9b442708dc799e20575da248401485f809f10d56020044da5dfa9714
3 - Dave at 2026-02-12T15:26:00Z
Text: I’ll take any version of you, babydoll Tapbacks: Loved by Sam Sticker from Dave: /Users/davidclutter... Reason: Shows unconditional acceptance and love from Dave. Tags: vulnerability, affection Message ID: 286c2d04d5982f1788ab6f359e8eeb5a91839b0d6c98efd0ad1e08d88acaa56d
4 - Sam at 2026-02-12T21:59:00Z
Text: Love you, too! I’m getting ready to go up to bed myself. ❤️ You better be online tomorrow. Hmph!! Lo... Reason: Sam expresses love and anticipation for future communication. Tags: milestone, affection Message ID: 243ed501b2d573bc1117e8a58b294df2fa157b80638954ef76ad680a7d9ac69b
5 - Sam at 2026-02-12T12:09:00Z
Text: I feel like I’m still a little sore from sex. Like…I can still low key feel you 🥵 Tapbacks: 🥵 by Dav... Reason: A playful and intimate sharing of feelings post-physical connection. Tags: intimacy, deep sharing Message ID: fbe7725f4338c90139736dd9de53da35d6936f9678c6ec8461f2ecccaf1beb31
6 - Sam at 2026-02-12T15:43:00Z
Text: Love you!! lol Reason: A light-hearted expression of love that adds humor to their conversation. Tags: humor, affection Message ID: 8cbea0b726555ff9e7c63e6ce58fcd12f9b38866440927902c735e2b336b4353
7 - Dave at 2026-02-12T15:43:00Z
Text: Have a good nap love 💕 Tapbacks: Loved by Sam Reason: A sweet wish that shows care and affection from Dave. Tags: affection, support Message ID: db73e3d54bd1b754c9d7a31ece7ca7ae25e717c76180c91dbd110c98e712261d
8 - Sam at 2026-02-12T07:45:00Z
Text: Taking another sick day? Feb 12, 2026 7:46:19 AM Dave Yeah 🫣 Reason: Shows concern for each other's well-being, indicating a supportive relationship. Tags: support, vulnerability Message ID: 1efe18398b0757ca2d849ec8b39f3aea3428d65d1d334f920a12c61054bce1bb
9 - Dave at 2026-02-12T08:57:00Z
Text: I can’t believe how fucking sick I got! Or how I was able to will it off long enough to enjoy you! T... Reason: Dave's humorous take on his illness adds a light-hearted moment. Tags: humor, memorable Message ID: 98f8e35c0be190bee457019963c129a4d967af5a120a9baf57ef77b0babf97e2
10 - Sam at 2026-02-12T11:27:00Z
Text: Canceled/delegated some meetings. Going to team lunch in an hour then home for the rest of the day. ... Reason: Sam's excitement about her day adds a positive and uplifting tone to the chat. Tags: humor, support Message ID: 5ac0f26c150eae3522b8802d34c871f5298d34475b6036bfddf17abfbcfe01eb
METRICS
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Repair Rate
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100% (7/7) ↑
Avg 5.0 min recovery -
Initiation
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Balanced →
1 me / 1 them (2 total) -
Velocity
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99.2% ↑
Rapid-fire day -
Ask / Give
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0.6 Ratio ↓
More giving than asking
Message Counts: 354 total (139 me, 215 them, 95 with signals)
PROVENANCE
Signals Prompt Version: signals.v1 Signals Model: unknown Top Messages Prompt Version: top.v1 Top Messages Model: unknown Rollup Computed At: None Top Messages Computed At: None
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[2026-02-12 00:19:00] Dave: Yess! That made all of the sense 🤭. It’s definitely more than just anything but yeah I’m sure we’ll talk about it tomorrow
[2026-02-12 07:43:00] Dave: Ugh
[2026-02-12 07:45:00] Sam: Taking another sick day? Feb 12, 2026 7:46:19 AM Dave Yeah 🫣
[2026-02-12 07:46:00] Dave: Yeah I’m gonna if it doesn’t doesn’t feel better
[2026-02-12 07:46:00] Dave: Yeah 🫣
[2026-02-12 07:46:00] Sam: Tsk tsk
[2026-02-12 07:46:00] Dave: I can not believe how much I’ve slept lol Feb 12, 2026 7:47:18 AM Sam I’m so jealous. You need it! Sleep some more.
[2026-02-12 07:47:00] Sam: I’m so jealous. You need it! Sleep some more.
[2026-02-12 07:47:00] Dave: No, I need to get my ass up!
[2026-02-12 07:48:00] Dave: Haha, true… true
[2026-02-12 07:49:00] Dave: Yeah… I gotta do the qra things
[2026-02-12 07:49:00] Dave: They’re due tomorrow
[2026-02-12 08:30:00] Dave: No, you were wet af! 🤤
[2026-02-12 08:30:00] Sam: Hmph
[2026-02-12 08:30:00] Sam: I figured out why the lube thing bothers me 😂
[2026-02-12 08:30:00] Dave: Oh? Why?!
[2026-02-12 08:53:00] Sam: Too tired to eat
[2026-02-12 08:53:00] Dave: Lmao 💯
[2026-02-12 08:53:00] Sam: Yassss mono sleep was the best lol
[2026-02-12 08:53:00] Sam: I had to quit cheerleading that season though. Like in the middle of it. Bc I was legit so tired for weeks lol
[2026-02-12 08:54:00] Dave: Hahaha I thought I was the only person who ever thought that
[2026-02-12 08:54:00] Sam: Other than me feeling like I was going to die from all the crud in my chest, before I got on all the meds, mono was like the best 😂
[2026-02-12 08:55:00] Sam: 😭
[2026-02-12 08:55:00] Dave: No!
[2026-02-12 08:56:00] Dave: I won’t allow it!!
[2026-02-12 08:56:00] Dave: Yesterday must have been horrible for you!!
[2026-02-12 08:56:00] Sam: It was weird for sureeee.
[2026-02-12 08:57:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-02-12 08:57:00] Dave: I can’t believe how fucking sick I got! Or how I was able to will it off long enough to enjoy you! Feb 12, 2026 8:58:14 AM Sam Literally, you’re a trooper lol
[2026-02-12 08:58:00] Sam: Literally, you’re a trooper lol
[2026-02-12 08:59:00] Dave: And I’m honestly surprised you didn’t get sick Feb 12, 2026 8:59:38 AM Sam Shhhhh. Hopefully I don’t
[2026-02-12 08:59:00] Sam: Yea you’re probably right. Maybe.
[2026-02-12 08:59:00] Sam: Shhhhh. Hopefully I don’t
[2026-02-12 08:59:00] Dave: I think you would
[2026-02-12 08:59:00] Sam: But I am too. Especially with your whole ass tongue down my throat 🤪
[2026-02-12 09:00:00] Dave: You have amazing suction 😋
[2026-02-12 09:00:00] Sam: Hahaha
[2026-02-12 09:01:00] Dave: Sorry, that sounds like something you’d say to a vacuum cleaner
[2026-02-12 09:01:00] Sam: LOLOL
[2026-02-12 09:55:00] Dave: Stomp your feet!
[2026-02-12 09:57:00] Dave: Are you still not connected?
[2026-02-12 09:58:00] Dave: Maybe you should turn it off and on again
[2026-02-12 10:13:00] Dave: Hahaha omg it’s always something with that guy
[2026-02-12 10:13:00] Dave: So you just plug your shit up and nothing happens?
[2026-02-12 10:34:00] Sam: I was able to connect through my phones hot spot. But nothing else works
[2026-02-12 11:23:00] Dave: Bruuuuh
[2026-02-12 11:23:00] Dave: Still slumped
[2026-02-12 11:23:00] Dave: Yeah pretty much
[2026-02-12 11:24:00] Sam: are you alive? Do you even have a pulse?
[2026-02-12 11:24:00] Dave: I feel ok though Feb 12, 2026 11:24:55 AM Sam Hmmm
[2026-02-12 11:24:00] Sam: Hmmm
[2026-02-12 11:25:00] Dave: It disgusted me THIS much Feb 12, 2026 11:27:08 AM after 8 seconds) Sam Wowwwww
[2026-02-12 11:26:00] Dave: lol, jk jk of course. How is your shit day going? Feb 12, 2026 11:27:44 AM Sam Canceled/delegated some meetings. Going to team lunch in an hour then home for the rest of the day. Woo hoo!
[2026-02-12 11:27:00] Sam: Canceled/delegated some meetings. Going to team lunch in an hour then home for the rest of the day. Woo hoo!
[2026-02-12 11:28:00] Sam: Then gotta watch my tell me lies episode that I’m TWO DAYS behind on
[2026-02-12 11:28:00] Dave: Yeah you’ll have to fill me in on the horror
[2026-02-12 11:47:00] Dave: Should I watch that or the crazy show?
[2026-02-12 11:47:00] Sam: Oh man I’m sad we didn’t watch this trash together this weekend. DANGIT lol
[2026-02-12 11:48:00] Sam: OK you can’t make me choose one!
[2026-02-12 11:48:00] Sam: Fuck
[2026-02-12 11:48:00] Sam: Hmmm
[2026-02-12 11:48:00] Dave: I’m leaning towards crazy one. What’s it called again?
[2026-02-12 11:49:00] Dave: Should I?
[2026-02-12 11:49:00] Sam: Yes!! You have to
[2026-02-12 11:50:00] Dave: Probably right
[2026-02-12 11:57:00] Dave: Omg I haven’t had root beer in… YEARS Feb 12, 2026 11:57:38 AM after 2 seconds) Sam Dudeeeee I don’t drink soda. But when I do, that is the one.
[2026-02-12 11:57:00] Dave: Yeah I don’t have a taste for it very often.
[2026-02-12 11:57:00] Dave: Really?
[2026-02-12 11:58:00] Sam: So so good
[2026-02-12 11:58:00] Dave: What do you drink with food? Just water?
[2026-02-12 12:04:00] Dave: I like to have something flavored. Carbonated orange is the go to right now. If I’m out, I think usually just water. Or Coke Zero. But I haven’t really had any kind of cola in a long time
[2026-02-12 12:07:00] Dave: Hahahaha, I hate uncarbonated water now. It’s so boring 🥱
[2026-02-12 12:09:00] Dave: So what’s next with the new role? Did y’all know who was getting it right away? Roy I assume? Feb 12, 2026 12:10:06 PM Sam No. We told Stephen to interview our top 3: Roy, Lisa, and Rachel. So TBD
[2026-02-12 12:09:00] Sam: I feel like I’m still a little sore from sex. Like…I can still low key feel you 🥵
[2026-02-12 12:10:00] Sam: No. We told Stephen to interview our top 3: Roy, Lisa, and Rachel. So TBD
[2026-02-12 12:10:00] Dave: Oh so then it’s his call? Or will he consult y’all again?
[2026-02-12 12:32:00] Sam: I’m sorry I said your memory was shit 😂
[2026-02-12 12:36:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-02-12 12:37:00] Dave: Yeah I think you’re right. Maybe a little flirting
[2026-02-12 13:39:00] Dave: 🥰🫠
[2026-02-12 13:42:00] Dave: I just thought about how much I loved this one and wanted you to know
[2026-02-12 13:48:00] Sam: Like we’re living even more in different worlds 😩
[2026-02-12 13:48:00] Dave: Ugh I know! I’ve been thinking about that too
[2026-02-12 13:48:00] Dave: I guess I’ll have to start staying up later 🤷♂️
[2026-02-12 13:48:00] Sam: I’ll be saying good night to you at 7pm
[2026-02-12 13:49:00] Dave: Yeah, that’s wild. Fuck DST
[2026-02-12 13:51:00] Sam: I don’t want to go back home to work. Ugh
[2026-02-12 13:52:00] Dave: Yeah, fuck that
[2026-02-12 13:52:00] Sam: 😭
[2026-02-12 13:52:00] Dave: Do you have a bunch of 1 on 1s scheduled?
[2026-02-12 13:52:00] Sam: Nope. Just 1 more meeting in 40 minutes
[2026-02-12 13:53:00] Dave: Oh well that sounds like a nap to me
[2026-02-12 13:53:00] Sam: Do you feel good after you actually ate something?
[2026-02-12 13:54:00] Dave: Yeah not too bad. Still tired tbh though
[2026-02-12 13:57:00] Dave: Yeah, but I forgot
[2026-02-12 13:57:00] Dave: Plans?
[2026-02-12 13:57:00] Sam: You? Lol
[2026-02-12 13:58:00] Dave: Nope
[2026-02-12 13:59:00] Dave: No kidding. I need to get back to the gym!! Feb 12, 2026 2:00:02 PM Sam Ugh god me too
[2026-02-12 14:00:00] Sam: Ugh god me too
[2026-02-12 14:00:00] Sam: I’ve gained like 5 lbs
[2026-02-12 14:00:00] Sam: In a week
[2026-02-12 14:00:00] Sam: And walk the dogs 😩 my poor babies
[2026-02-12 14:00:00] Dave: Do you guys do anything for vday? We don’t
[2026-02-12 14:01:00] Dave: Yeah I need to get some dog time too
[2026-02-12 14:03:00] Dave: Cute
[2026-02-12 14:04:00] Sam: Totes 🙄 lol
[2026-02-12 14:08:00] HAVE YOU STARTED THE A: SHOW?!?!
[2026-02-12 14:08:00] Dave: No 🤦♂️
[2026-02-12 14:08:00] Sam: Ugh boy bye
[2026-02-12 14:08:00] Dave: I forgot… I canceled Hulu
[2026-02-12 14:09:00] Sam: Disney plus?
[2026-02-12 14:09:00] Dave: Nope
[2026-02-12 14:09:00] Sam: YOU HATE ME
[2026-02-12 14:09:00] Dave: I’m downloading it though
[2026-02-12 14:09:00] Dave: Damn
[2026-02-12 14:09:00] Sam: Oh. Ok I take it back. Hehe
[2026-02-12 14:09:00] Sam: Don’t bootleg! Lol or whatever it is lol
[2026-02-12 14:10:00] Dave: Pirate (verb)
[2026-02-12 14:11:00] Dave: Hey! I’m keeping an open mind
[2026-02-12 14:11:00] Sam: I want to rewatch it too. To remind myself of what you’re going to sit through lol
[2026-02-12 14:12:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-02-12 14:39:00] Dave: It depends on the frame of mind I’m in. It’s probably 50/50 yes or no. Largely, no, I’m not. But at the same time there are a lot of things in life that do make me happy. You for example. Having a good job, health, etc. Hbu?
[2026-02-12 14:39:00] Sam: 😅
[2026-02-12 14:40:00] Sam: Bc the question isn’t, are you happy with… It’s just, are you happy?
[2026-02-12 14:40:00] Sam: 😂😂
[2026-02-12 14:41:00] Dave: Yeah I get that
[2026-02-12 14:41:00] Sam: But I USED to be, once upon a time lol
[2026-02-12 14:42:00] Dave: Everybody used to be. I wonder if anyone is actually happy… Like, if they’re being honest
[2026-02-12 14:43:00] Dave: When you were single?
[2026-02-12 14:43:00] Sam: And i was very genuinely happy. Sighhhh
[2026-02-12 14:43:00] Dave: That’s a reoccurring theme
[2026-02-12 14:43:00] Sam: 😩
[2026-02-12 14:44:00] Dave: How are you doing right now?
[2026-02-12 14:45:00] Dave: Full blown Crisis? Or just like, casually thinking?
[2026-02-12 14:49:00] Dave: If you need to platypus, I got you 😉
[2026-02-12 14:49:00] Sam: I know you do
[2026-02-12 14:50:00] Dave: Thanks baby
[2026-02-12 14:52:00] Dave: What even is the expectation with “happiness”? Should we be happy ALL the time? More often than not? Some percentage?
[2026-02-12 14:55:00] Sam: And not a current state of mind
[2026-02-12 14:55:00] Sam: But a largely continual state 😂 ya know?
[2026-02-12 14:57:00] Dave: Yeah. So like, the objective state of your current situation, big-picture perspective.
[2026-02-12 14:58:00] Dave: Yeah, that makes sense
[2026-02-12 14:58:00] Sam: I don’t think objective
[2026-02-12 14:58:00] Dave: As objective as it can be
[2026-02-12 14:58:00] Sam: Someone could objectively look at my life and be like she’s got it made
[2026-02-12 14:58:00] Sam: And I’m over here like…
[2026-02-12 14:59:00] Dave: That’s subjective
[2026-02-12 14:59:00] Sam: Oh hmm i guess you’re right. You are trying to point to data? Facts? EVIDENCE
[2026-02-12 15:02:00] Dave: If you look at it objectively in this context, it just means you’re analyzing whether you’re “happy“, without giving too much weight to any one thing.
[2026-02-12 15:03:00] Dave: Still, no.
[2026-02-12 15:03:00] Sam: Agreed
[2026-02-12 15:03:00] Sam: And is that the norm? Probably. But is that sad? Yea
[2026-02-12 15:03:00] Dave: That’s already the context I was using 😜
[2026-02-12 15:04:00] Sam: Do we think Justus is happy?
[2026-02-12 15:04:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-02-12 15:05:00] Dave: Who tf knows lol
[2026-02-12 15:19:00] Dave: lol wtf
[2026-02-12 15:20:00] Dave: Haha, I know! They’re so dumb
[2026-02-12 15:25:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-02-12 15:26:00] Dave: I’ll take any version of you, babydoll
[2026-02-12 15:27:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-02-12 15:27:00] Dave: Still the prettiest, sweetest face I’ve ever kissed
[2026-02-12 15:27:00] Dave: Mmmmm I bet I could!!
[2026-02-12 15:29:00] Sam: Vs just…weight
[2026-02-12 15:29:00] Dave: I do know. And I love you appreciate that 🫠
[2026-02-12 15:31:00] Dave: Oh! Speaking of holding… did I grab your ass right?!
[2026-02-12 15:32:00] Dave: Yeah, and other times
[2026-02-12 15:33:00] Sam: Yea, I’m pretty sure! I didn’t actually look but everything felt amazing 😂
[2026-02-12 15:33:00] Dave: As long as it felt amazing 🥰
[2026-02-12 15:41:00] Dave: Any new thoughts? I’m always trying to process this lol. And you articulated it really well. The biggest thing for me has been not diminishing what it is. “Just a capital A”, etc. does seem insincere.
[2026-02-12 15:43:00] Sam: Then I’ll come back to this. Refreshed. 😅
[2026-02-12 15:43:00] Sam: Love you!! lol
[2026-02-12 15:43:00] Dave: Have a good nap love 💕
[2026-02-12 16:38:00] Dave: Good!
[2026-02-12 16:38:00] Dave: I hate when I take a nap and feel WORSE
[2026-02-12 16:39:00] Sam: Omggg isn’t that a bitch
[2026-02-12 16:58:00] Dave: How are the shingles looking?
[2026-02-12 16:59:00] Sam: Were they still red when we were together?
[2026-02-12 16:59:00] Dave: Wish I could take a look for you 😜
[2026-02-12 16:59:00] Dave: Not really
[2026-02-12 16:59:00] Dave: I didn’t even notice them after the first time tbh
[2026-02-12 17:12:00] Dave: it is real, special, sacred, and all the things. I loved “sacred” btw. It is unfinished. And the answer is more than “nothing”. I don’t know what. But not nothing. And that’s ok. This is a lot to figure out because it’s all those things.
[2026-02-12 17:40:00] Sam: Blahhh no it’s fine. I hear you
[2026-02-12 17:41:00] Dave:
[2026-02-12 17:43:00] Hahaha. C’est la vie en effet: Edited 1 minute, 35 seconds later: Hahaha. C’est la vie en effet, mon amore.
[2026-02-12 17:50:00] Dave: What time is your massage?
[2026-02-12 17:51:00] Dave: Nice
[2026-02-12 17:55:00] Dave: Observation: the way you would softly moan oh Dave from time to time, when we were making love… 🫠🫠🫠 Feb 12, 2026 5:56:36 PM after 5 seconds) Sam Why you gotta do me like this bro?!!! 😩 Feb 12, 2026 10:37:36 PM after 2 hours, 41 minutes, 14 seconds) Sam My observation: The way you would hover your lips right over mine in between kisses, while we were making love, and we were just breathing into each other 🫠🫠 I literally melt Feb 13, 2026 1:21:52 AM Dave Mmmmm yes 🫠
[2026-02-12 17:55:00] Dave: Loved it
[2026-02-12 17:57:00] Dave: Ok ok, sorry. No more observations
[2026-02-12 17:57:00] Sam: NO!
[2026-02-12 18:00:00] Dave: I haven’t come across one yet but I’ll be sure to let you know if I do. But I’m looking forward to hearing your bad ones which you apparently already have all laid out… 🤨
[2026-02-12 18:03:00] Dave: Do you be on your phone when you get a massage?
[2026-02-12 19:09:00] Dave: Idk.. people do though
[2026-02-12 19:09:00] Dave: I don’t
[2026-02-12 19:10:00] Dave: How was the massage?
[2026-02-12 19:32:00] Dave: Feeling much better. Still kind of groggy and tired, but not as “sick”. Doing pretty well too. Still feel really good about secret weekend
[2026-02-12 19:33:00] Dave: Hbu?
[2026-02-12 19:37:00] Dave: I downloaded it and have S01E01 queued up 😋
[2026-02-12 19:42:00] Dave: Well, rn I'm catching up on some orders I need to get out :P
[2026-02-12 19:46:00] Sam: Hmph
[2026-02-12 20:52:00] Dave: What?!
[2026-02-12 21:21:00] Dave: Yeah they’re really good at that lol
[2026-02-12 21:24:00] Dave: Heh, oh shit! That’s a quirk I have. Remember when we were talking about quirks a while ago lol? Totally random I know. But over the years I’ve started saying a bunch of words with a British pronunciation. It always starts out kind of ironically but then just kinda becomes how I say the word
[2026-02-12 21:24:00] Dave: Zebra (zeb-ruh)
[2026-02-12 21:25:00] Sam: Oh my lawddddd. You’re an accent guy??? Lolol
[2026-02-12 21:25:00] Dave: Antibiotics (ant-ee-bee-otics)
[2026-02-12 21:25:00] Sam: Just kidding. I’m sure I’d think it was cute
[2026-02-12 21:25:00] Dave: Less accent and more pronunciation
[2026-02-12 21:26:00] Dave: Mostly hard and soft e’s and i’s
[2026-02-12 21:48:00] Dave: How has your evening been sweetie?
[2026-02-12 21:49:00] Dave: I’m getting ready to turn in, because somehow, I haven’t had enough sleep yet lol
[2026-02-12 21:52:00] Dave: I hope you sleep well. I love you so so much
[2026-02-12 21:59:00] Sam: Love you, too! I’m getting ready to go up to bed myself. ❤️ You better be online tomorrow. Hmph!! Lol
[2026-02-12 21:59:00] Sam: Hope you get a great night sleep
[2026-02-12 21:59:00] Dave: I will 😔
[2026-02-12 21:59:00] Sam: Yay!!
[2026-02-12 21:59:00] Dave: Just for you 😉