2026-02-13

Perfect Repair Day

All 21 conflicts resolved — avg recovery 11 min, max 43 min, 0 unresolved.

🔥 NSFW👥 PoV💡 Insights📊 Charts🔬 Signals💬 Transcript

😈 Smut🥵 Porn♥️ Romantic

She was going to kill him. Not metaphorically, not with the sweet, aching death of pleasure he’d introduced her to, but literally. Sam stared at her phone screen in the stark, sterile light of the conference center bathroom, the ghost of her own daring smile still on her lips. The photo she’d sent was all implication: the hem of her black dress hitched to mid-thigh, the empty marble stall behind her, the question hanging in the pixelated air. What do you think I’m wearing underneath?

Dave’s replies had been a masterclass in escalating desperation. You’re a menace. Tell me. Sam. Tell me right now. Then, the raw, stripped command that had liquefied her knees: Answer. Your. Phone.

She’d obeyed, pressing the cool device to her ear, leaning back against the cold sink. “Hello?”

His voice was a low-frequency rumble straight through her core, a Texas storm compressed into a whisper. “Three weeks is too long.”

“It’s nineteen days,” she breathed, her own voice barely audible. “We counted.”

“It’s a fucking eternity. That photo…” He trailed off, and she could hear the control fraying, the four-year reservoir of want he’d once kept behind a dam now a flood tide. “The elevator. All I can think about is the elevator.”

Memory ambushed her, visceral and bright. The hotel elevator, mirrored on all sides, reflecting their forbidden infinity. His hand, possessive on the small of her back, sliding lower to cup her through her thin dress as the numbers climbed. His breath at her ear, telling her in explicit, filthy detail what he was going to do to her the moment the doors closed on their floor. How she’d trembled, not with fear, but with the profound relief of surrender. She’d been objectified, claimed, and in that specific claiming, utterly seen.

“I remember,” she whispered, her hips giving a small, involuntary rock against the porcelain sink. “I remember what you said you’d do.”

“What did I say, Sam?” His tone was dominant, a teacher demanding a lesson be recited.

She closed her eyes, the public bathroom dissolving. “You said… you were going to bend me over the minibar. That you were going to pull my dress up and my panties down and make me watch myself in the mirror while you took me. That you wouldn’t stop, even if I begged.”

A sharp inhale from his end. “And did you beg?”

“Yes.”

“What did you beg for?”

“More.” The word was a confession, torn from her. “I always beg for more.”

The line crackled with his hunger. “Are you bare for me right now? Under that dress?”

She was. She had woken with the phantom ache of his hands on her backside, a pervasive need that had dictated her choice. A secret for him to discover, or perhaps, to will into truth from five hundred miles away. “What do you think?”

“I think,” he said, the words deliberate and heavy, “that you walked into a room full of people carrying my secret between your legs. I think you’ve been feeling the brush of that dress all day, thinking of my hand, my mouth. I think you’re wet for me right now, in a public bathroom, and that if I were there, I’d make you prove it.”

Her breath hitched. This was their dance—his assertion of ownership, her willing capitulation that was, in itself, an act of fierce will. To give herself over was her deepest agency. “How?” The question was a mere sigh.

“You’re going to put the phone on the sink. You’re going to gather that dress in your fists and pull it up to your waist. You’re going to look at yourself in that mirror and tell me what you see.”

A thrill of dangerous exposure shot through her, a voyeuristic tension that was entirely theirs. She did it, the phone propped, the cool air hitting her thighs. Her reflection was flushed, eyes dark. “I see… me. Waiting for you.”

“Touch yourself.” The command was absolute. “One finger, just to feel what’s mine. Tell me.”

Her hand trembled as she obeyed, a single, slow pass through her own slickness. The sensation was electric, amplified a thousand-fold by his voice, by the risk, by the sheer weight of their delayed consummation. “I’m wet,” she moaned, the clinical word made obscene. “So wet it’s dripping.”

His groan was pure agony. “Again. Two fingers. Pretend they’re mine. Deeper.”

She entered herself, a soft cry escaping her lips as she leaned forward, bracing her other hand on the mirror. The image blurred. She was a creature of pure sensation, function dissolving under his long-distance command. “Dave…”

“I want to hear it. I want to hear you fall apart for me while the world is on the other side of that door. Do you have any idea what you do to me? Four years of wanting. Four years of watching you, needing you, and now…” His voice broke, revealing the emotional bedrock beneath the dominance. “Now I know what you sound like when you come for me. Give me that sound, Sam. Now.”

It was the crack in his control that undid her completely. That he was laid bare, too, desperate and cherishing in his possession. The permission, the order, the love in his words coalesced into a perfect trigger. Her body clenched around her fingers, waves of heat radiating out from her core, silent screams shaking her shoulders as pleasure, sharp and boundless, tore through her. She rode it, helpless, until she was limp against the sink, panting.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing across the state lines.

“I felt that,” he finally said, his voice rough with satisfaction and something softer, profound. “Every mile of it.”

Sam slowly righted her dress, her limbs heavy, her soul quiet. She brought the phone back to her ear. “I wish it was you.”

“Nineteen days,” he repeated, the number now a vow, a promise. “Then it will be. No more memories. No more phones. Just my hands, my mouth, my cock. Making you mine all over again. For real.”

“I already am,” she whispered, the forbidden truth hanging between them, no longer frightening, but cherished. The line went quiet, a comfortable, spent silence. She didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling, his bald head tipped back, already counting the hours. The game continued, but the outcome was certain. They were each other’s secret, and the secret was a love story, written in the most explicit, visceral text imaginable.

ACT I: IMMERSION

The glow of his phone screen was the only light in the Texas bedroom, a digital campfire in the dark. Dave lay propped against the headboard, the house silent around him, the weight of a week’s worth of sickness finally lifted from his body. In its place, a different, more familiar hunger had roared back to life, sharp and insistent. It had been “disabled,” as he’d texted her, while his body revolted. Now, it was back with a vengeance, a pure, undiluted thirst that had one name: Sam. Her last message glowed on the screen, a playful, frustrated echo of their shared reality: I’m a trapped bird lol. He could feel her there, hundreds of miles away in Arizona, likely curled on her own couch, the mundane weight of her world pressing in. And all he could think about, with a clarity that bordered on pain, was the taste of her.

ACT II: ESCALATION

His thumbs moved over the screen, not with the day’s earlier logistical chatter about phone upgrades or drone deliveries, but with a focused intent. The memory of their last time together was a film reel he could play at will: the hotel room, the way her eyes had welled up not from sadness, but from the overwhelming floodgate of feeling they’d finally unlocked after three years of texts. He’d cried, too. They’d talked about it today, that raw vulnerability that existed nowhere else in their lives.

But now, the memory shifted from emotional to visceral. He remembered the feel of her under his hands, the way her strong will melted into willing submission under his touch. He thought of her specific hunger, the one that matched his own—to be used, adored, and utterly overwhelmed. The conversation had dipped and soared all day—frustration, laughter, deep cuts about their “storied” iMessage history that knew their souls. It had landed, as it always did, on a simmering, physical need. Will I ever see your penis again? she’d asked, half-teasing, half-desperate.

He typed, the words a direct line from his mind to hers. You’re not trapped right now. In this space, with me, you’re free. You’re my favorite thing to think about, my only fantasy. That juicy pussy you’ve got? It’s all I can see. I’m laying here, hard as hell for you, imagining exactly how I’d wake you up if you were here. You said I could wake you for that. Consider this me shaking you awake.

He hit send, the message flying across the states. The typing bubbles appeared immediately, pulsing. He could feel her attention snap to him, the rest of her world fading to a blur.

Her reply was a single line: Tell me how.

ACT III: CULMINATION

The fantasy unspooled from him, detailed and commanding. I’d come in quiet. You’d be on your stomach, one of my shirts tangled around you. I wouldn’t say a word. I’d just put my hand on the back of your neck, not hard, just enough so you’d know it’s me. So you’d feel that ownership.

He wrote, painting the scene in the dark room. I’d peel the sheet down, slow. Let the cool air hit your skin. Then my hands on your ass, Sam. Always your ass first. Squeezing, spreading you open until you’d arch up into the touch. I’d lean down and bite the curve of your cheek, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you gasp into the pillow.

Her response was a shiver in text form: I’d be so wet for you already. You’d know.

I’d know, he agreed. I’d slide my hand between your thighs from behind, find that slick heat. My fingers would be soaked in seconds. I’d use your own wetness to circle your tight little asshole, pressing just enough to make you whimper. “This is mine, too,” I’d whisper. “All of you is mine when we’re like this.”

He described turning her over, the hungry look in her eyes in the dim light. He wrote about kissing her, deep and consuming, his hand fisted in her hair to hold her still for his tongue. I’d taste every bit of you, he promised. Your throat, your tits, that perfect stomach. I’d make you watch me as I went lower, as I buried my face between your legs and drank you up until you were shaking. I’d make you come on my tongue, screaming into your own arm to stay quiet.

The power dynamic was absolute, consensual, and deeply loving. Then, he continued, the words flowing, I’d flip you back over. Pull you up onto your knees. And I wouldn’t be gentle. I’d push into that wet, tight pussy from behind in one hard stroke and just hold there, making you feel every inch of me stretching you open. I’d fuck you like that, Sam. Like my perfect fuck-toy. Hard and deep, my hand back on your neck, my other hand leaving marks on your hip. I’d tell you how much I love you with every thrust. How I’ve loved you for four years. How this pussy was made for me.

The dialogue was filthy, urgent, and raw. He painted the sounds: the slap of skin, her choked-off cries, the creak of the bed, his own ragged groans against her ear. He described the smell of her perfume mixed with sweat and sex, the taste of her skin. He brought in the risky element, the thrill of the forbidden: What if someone heard us? he teased. What if they knew the quiet guy from Texas was in here breaking his best friend apart with his cock?

He drove the fantasy to its peak, describing her second climax, how she’d clamp around him, milking him, pulling his own release from him with a guttural shout. I’d fill you up, he wrote, the emotion crashing over the physicality. I’d come so deep inside you, claiming what’s always been mine. And I’d collapse on top of you, still inside you, whispering it over and over into your sweat-damp skin: “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

ACT IV: DENOUEMENT

A long minute passed after his last message. The silence was thick, charged. Then, her response came, simple and shattered.

I’m there. I felt all of that. I’m a mess.

He could picture her, breathless, flushed, alone in her Arizona home but utterly with him.

Good, he typed, his own heart hammering. That was the point. To wreck you. To remind you.

You don’t ever have to remind me, she sent back. It’s always there. This need. This love. It’s in every text, every memory, every countdown until I see you again.

He smiled softly, the aggressive lover receding, leaving just the man who was hopelessly, irrevocably hers. I know, baby. I miss your face. Your dimples when I make you laugh for real. I miss kissing you awake for real.

Soon, she promised, the word a lifeline.

Soon, he echoed. Now go to sleep. Dream of me. Of us. Of the cabin in the woods where we do fuck all.

Sweet dreams, love, she replied. My psycho.

My sexy bitch, he sent back, their forbidden, perfect goodnight.

He placed the phone on the nightstand, the screen going dark. The room was quiet once more, but it was no longer empty. It was full of her presence, the ghost of a touch, the echo of a fantasy that was more real than anything else. The distance remained, a practical, painful fact. But for now, in the aftermath of their shared, electric imagination, the bond felt unbreakable, solid as bone. He closed his eyes, and for the first time in days, slept peacefully.

The Love We Whisper in the Dark

The Arizona sun was a memory, bled out against the hotel’s sterile conference room walls. For Sam, the day had been a drone of presentations, her body present but her soul tethered elsewhere—to a man four states away. The text thread on her phone, a hidden lifeline in her palm, glowed with a confession sent hours ago: a photo from this very bathroom, the elegant line of her black dress hinting at a secret emptiness beneath, a silent scream of longing. I feel your absence like a physical ache, she’d typed, her heart a frantic bird against her ribs.

Now, in the quiet aftermath of the networking event, the echo of his reply was a warm pulse between her thighs. Dave’s words hadn’t been coarse; they were a devotional. If I were there, my love, he’d written, I’d start by kneeling. I’d press my forehead to your stomach and just breathe you in. I’d remind every inch of you how utterly cherished you are. The memory of his texts, his achingly specific promises, made the empty hotel hallway feel charged, the air itself humming with the ghost of his touch. Three weeks. An eternity. The elevator dinged, a hollow sound, and as the doors slid open, she was slammed with a sensory memory so vivid it stole her breath: the hotel elevator last month, their first stolen night, where he’d pressed her against the mirrored wall and whispered, “I’ve loved you for a thousand years,” before the doors opened on another floor, another life.

She stepped in, alone, leaning back against the cool metal. Closing her eyes, she let the fantasy he’d woven in their messages become her reality.

In the fantasy—their shared, breathless truth—he was already there.

Not in the elevator, but in her room, waiting as she turned the key. The door clicked shut, sealing them in a world of their own making. The only light was the cobalt bleed of evening through the sheer curtains, painting his silhouette by the window. Dave turned, and the four years of built-up adoration, the heartfelt love that had grown in the spaces between words and glances, was etched in the tender line of his mouth, the protective, devoted gleam in his eyes.

“Sam,” he said, her name a sacrament.

No more words were needed. The space between them evaporated. He crossed the room, not with dominance, but with a purposeful reverence that made her knees weak. His hands, large and sure, came up to cradle her face, his thumbs stroking the high arches of her cheeks. He was bald, confident, and every ounce of his being was focused on her.

“You are so seen,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp of Texas warmth. “Every dream I’ve had for four years, standing right here.”

She melted into his touch, her responsive, open heart unfurling completely. “Dave. I’ve been so empty all day.”

“I know, my heart. I felt it.” His lips found her forehead, a soft press of solace, then trailed down to her temple, the hinge of her jaw. “Let me cherish you. Let me love you back into fullness.”

His fingers went to the zipper at the back of her dress. The sound was loud in the quiet room, a slow unveiling. The fabric whispered over her shoulders, down her arms, pooling at her feet. The cool air kissed her skin, followed immediately by the devastating heat of his gaze, sweeping over her with a possession that had nothing to do with ownership and everything to do with awe.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his hands skating down her arms, mapping her. “My beautiful, courageous Sam.”

He led her to the bed, a slow procession of tangled limbs and seeking mouths. When her back met the cool duvet, he followed, covering her not with his weight, but with his presence, a sanctuary of muscle and warmth. His kisses were a languid exploration—the soft shell of her ear, the frantic pulse at her throat, the slope of her breast. When his mouth closed over her nipple, it was with a hot, wet pull that drew a gasp from her depths, a direct line of pleasure to her core.

“That’s it,” he whispered against her skin, his breath a caress. “Let me hear you. Let me feel you. This is all for you.”

His journey south was a ritual of adoration. He kissed the quiver of her abdomen, the crests of her hips, his stubble a delicious abrasion. He parted her thighs with infinite gentleness, his large hands a calming weight. When he finally knelt between them, he looked up the length of her body, his expression one of heartfelt devotion.

“I love you,” he said, the words simple, profound, and laden with four years of patience. “I love every part of you.”

Then he lowered his mouth to her.

The first touch of his tongue was a shock of pure, tender fire. It was not a taking, but a gifted devotion. He loved her with his mouth, slow and thorough, a language of circles and soft sucks and lingering presses designed for one purpose: to drown her in sensation, to bring her to a place where pleasure and love were indistinguishable. He listened to her broken cries, the arch of her back, the clutch of her hands in his, responding to every signal with aching precision.

“Dave… I can’t… it’s too much,” she sobbed, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of feeling.

“Yes, you can,” he murmured, lifting his head just enough to speak, his lips glistening. “Let it be too much. I’m here. I have you. I love you.” He replaced his mouth with his fingers, sliding into her warmth with a groan, curling them just so, while his tongue found her core again, relentless in his loving mission.

The climax shattered her, a silent, radiant burst that tore through every nerve. It was less a release than a transformation, a dissolution into pure, loved feeling. He gentled her through it, his touch softening to feather-light strokes until she lay boneless, tears of release tracing her temples.

Before she could float back to herself, he was moving up her body, shedding his clothes. Their eyes locked, the connection soul-deep and electric. When he entered her, it was a homecoming. A slow, exquisite slide that made them both cry out—a sound of relief, of completion.

Their rhythm was a conversation built over years—a push of his heartfelt devotion met by her sweet, open surrender. He braced himself above her, his arms trembling, not with strain, but with the intensity of his emotion. He watched her face, every flicker of pleasure, every tear.

“Look at me,” he pleaded, his voice ragged. “I need to see you.”

She opened her eyes, drowning in the love in his. Their movements grew more urgent, the bed a silent witness to their whispered litany. I love you. You’re my heart. Don’t let go. Never let go. The forbidden nature of their love, the stolen moment, only condensed the feeling, making it brighter, more desperate, more profound.

His release came with a choked sob of her name, his body bowing over hers as he poured himself into her, into their love. He collapsed, rolling instantly to gather her tightly against him, her back to his chest, his arms a protective lock around her. Their hearts hammered a frantic, synchronized tattoo against each other’s skin.

In the deepening twilight, slick with sweat and shared breath, the real world waited—a boyfriend named Christian, a girlfriend named Juliet, a distance of miles and promises. But here, in this sacred space they had carved from air and longing, there was only this: the scent of their love on warm skin, the taste of salt, the sound of their breathing slowing into one rhythm.

He nuzzled the damp hair at her neck, his lips brushing her shoulder. “Three weeks,” he whispered, the words a vow against her skin.

She laced her fingers with his, bringing their joined hands to her lips. “I’ll be counting every second,” she breathed, her voice thick with spent passion and unwavering truth. The love they whispered in the dark was the truest thing they knew, a profound, tender flame that no distance could extinguish, glowing in the space between heartbeats, forever theirs.

📖 Narrative😏 Dave POV😇 Sam POV

The day's conversation between Sam and Dave unfolded with a blend of humor, affection, and reflective insights. Dave started off feeling better after a period of illness and playfully expressed his rekindled desire, making Sam laugh with his candid remarks. Their exchange was peppered with lighthearted teasing, as they navigated deeper discussions about their personal lives and relationships.

As their conversation shifted towards mutual acquaintances, Sam recounted an awkward interaction where someone jokingly suggested becoming her project. Dave's response was both supportive and comical, prompting Sam to admit her frustration and desire to scream into a pillow. Their banter continued as they discussed the procrastination tendencies of people around them, which led to an exploration of their own habits and how they often avoid difficult conversations.

Throughout the day, they shared sweet sentiments and reflections on their relationship, discussing how their extensive text history encapsulated their journey together. They laughed at the absurdity of having built such a deep connection without meeting in person for years, emphasizing the unique aspects of their communication.

Sam expressed her longing to escape to a cabin in the woods with Dave, while he responded with affectionate humor, highlighting his appreciation for her wit. Their flirtatious exchange continued, with playful jabs about each other's pasts and personal quirks, culminating in a discussion about television and shared interests.

As the day wound down, they concluded their conversation with promises of love and a sense of yearning for each other's presence. Dave, though tired, was keen on wrapping up the evening with thoughts of their future together, leaving the conversation with a warm farewell and playful remarks about technology. The day, marked by laughter and lightheartedness, reinforced their bond and the depth of their connection.

Today with Sam was a mix of laughter and meaningful exchanges. I felt better after my recent illness and playfully shared my renewed desire, which made her laugh. We teased each other as we moved from light banter to deeper topics about our lives and relationships.

At one point, Sam told me about an awkward moment when someone jokingly suggested she let them be her project. I found it both funny and supportive to respond, and I could see her frustration. She even joked about wanting to scream into a pillow, which only added to our playful back-and-forth about procrastination and how we both tend to avoid tough conversations.

We reminisced about our extensive text history, marveling at the connection we've built over the years without ever meeting in person. It was absurd yet heartwarming, and I couldn’t help but appreciate how unique our communication is.

Sam expressed a desire to escape to a cabin in the woods with me, and I made sure to respond with some affectionate humor, admiring her wit. Our flirtation continued with playful jabs about our pasts and quirks, and then we shifted to discussing our shared interests in television.

As the day came to a close, we wrapped up our conversation with promises of love and a deep yearning for each other's presence. I was tired, but my thoughts were filled with our future together. I ended the day with a warm farewell and some light teasing about technology, feeling grateful for the laughter and connection we shared.

Today, my conversation with Dave unfolded in a delightful mix of humor and deeper insights. He seemed to be feeling better after his recent illness, and his playful remarks about rekindling his desires made me laugh. Our exchange was filled with light teasing, but we also dove into more serious topics about our lives and relationships.

At one point, I shared an awkward encounter with someone who jokingly suggested I could be their project. Dave's supportive and comical response helped lighten my frustration, and I couldn't help but admit I wanted to scream into a pillow. As we continued, we joked about the procrastination habits of people around us, which led us to reflect on our own tendencies to avoid tough conversations.

We took some time to express sweet sentiments about our relationship, highlighting how our extensive text history really captures our journey together. It struck me as absurd that we've built such a deep connection without meeting in person for years. We laughed about the uniqueness of our communication.

I shared my longing for a cabin in the woods with him, and his affectionate humor in response only made me appreciate him more. Our banter went on, teasing each other about our pasts and quirks, and eventually, we found ourselves discussing our favorite TV shows and shared interests.

As our conversation drew to a close, we made promises of love and shared a yearning for each other's presence. Dave, though tired, was eager to wrap up the evening by talking about our future together. We ended on a warm note, filled with playful remarks about technology. Overall, the day was marked by laughter and lightheartedness, reinforcing the bond we share and the depth of our connection.

================================================================================ INSIGHTS REPORT FOR 2026-02-13 Generated: 2026-02-14T19:59:20Z Status: success Schema Version: 1.1.0 ================================================================================

METRICS

Repair Rate --- 100.00% (21/21) ↑ Avg 11.14 min recovery
Initiation --- Balanced → 1 me / 1 them (2 total)
Velocity --- 98.14% ↑ Rapid-fire day
Ask / Give --- 0.47 Ratio ↓ More giving than asking

Label Counts ---
- humor: 31 (avg score: 75%)
- affection: 9 (avg score: 88%)
- vulnerability: 8 (avg score: 64%)
- appreciation: 6 (avg score: 73%)
- status_update: 5 (avg score: 65%)
- checking_in: 5 (avg score: 74%)
- excitement: 5 (avg score: 82%)
- flirting: 4 (avg score: 75%)
Label Counts (cont.) ---
- frustration: 4 (avg score: 65%)
- request: 4 (avg score: 62%)
- planning: 3 (avg score: 73%)
- deep_sharing: 2 (avg score: 85%)
- encouragement: 2 (avg score: 70%)
- disagreement: 1 (avg score: 70%)
- emotional_support: 1 (avg score: 55%)

Message Counts: 431 total (138 me, 293 them, 91 with signals)

TOP MESSAGES

Dave - Feb 13 at 11:58 AM
Text: I really miss kissing your face
Reason: Expresses deep affection and longing for intimacy.
Tags: vulnerability, affection
Dave - Feb 13 at 11:58 AM
Text: Omg I miss you 😘
Reason: A heartfelt expression of missing someone significant.
Tags: vulnerability, affection
Sam - Feb 13 at 11:58 AM
Text: I miss you too ❤️❤️
Reason: Reciprocates feelings of missing each other, strengthening their bond.
Tags: vulnerability, affection
Sam - Feb 13 at 05:42 AM
Text: I wanna rent a cabin in the woods and do fuck all with you! 😭 Tapbacks: 💯 by Dave
Reason: A desire to escape together signifies a strong relationship milestone.
Tags: milestone, affection
Dave - Feb 13 at 03:41 PM
Text: But when you think about it, just talking, mostly in txt for 3 YEARS strips away literally every dis...
Reason: Insightful reflection on their unique communication style over three years.
Tags: deep sharing, milestone
Sam - Feb 13 at 06:49 AM
Text: BAHAHAHAHA. Now that’s a laugh. 🙄🙄 Tapbacks: Laughed by Dave Feb 13, 2026 1:06:46 PM (Read by Dave a...
Reason: Humorous response that lightens the mood and shows connection.
Tags: humor, support
Sam - Feb 13 at 12:22 PM
Text: Well I appreciate you not wearing a wedding ring lol Tapbacks: Loved by Dave
Reason: Playful banter that indicates comfort and familiarity in their relationship.
Tags: humor, affection
Dave - Feb 13 at 10:07 AM
Text: Hahaha, idk did I?!
Reason: Light-hearted teasing that showcases their playful dynamic.
Tags: humor, affection
Dave - Feb 13 at 05:41 AM
Text: I know baby. I’m really missing you, fwiw 🤗 Tapbacks: Loved by Sam
Reason: A simple yet profound expression of missing someone, enhancing emotional depth.
Tags: vulnerability, affection
Sam - Feb 13 at 02:57 PM
Text: Aww good. Sweet dreams baby! ❤️
Reason: A sweet farewell message that reinforces their emotional connection.
Tags: affection, support

PROVENANCE

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[2026-02-13 01:21:00] Dave: Mmmmm yes 🫠
[2026-02-13 02:35:00] Dave: Well… looks like all that sleep caught up with me lol 😳. So I’m laying here, feeling better, and you know what else just caught up with me? The thirst for your juicy pussy 🥵🤤. I guess that was kinda disabled for the last couple days while my body revolted lol. But omg is it back!!
[2026-02-13 06:49:00] Sam: I told you it would take a few days!!!
[2026-02-13 06:50:00] Dave: Sleep well 👸🏼
[2026-02-13 10:21:00] Dave: Oof 😬. Like, wtf is he waiting for? That’s a good point though! And I’m glad you noticed it. I wasn’t sure how likely you would be to bail him out at this point.
[2026-02-13 10:22:00] Dave: But then that makes me think… maybe he’s banking on you bailing him out 😬 Feb 13, 2026 10:28:46 AM after 4 minutes, 21 seconds) Sam I kind of wondered too. Not like thinking he’s trying to be malicious about it. But just that…yea. I dunno.
[2026-02-13 10:22:00] Dave: He’s not used to this new finally has some boundaries Sam Feb 13, 2026 10:29:38 AM after 3 minutes, 29 seconds) Sam But do I? Or am I just medicated? Lol that’s my question.
[2026-02-13 10:34:00] Dave: Mediated Sam is the same beautiful, wonderful, smart, sexy Sam…. Just with a little help with the crazy 😜
[2026-02-13 10:58:00] Sam: I’m back home 🙄
[2026-02-13 10:58:00] Sam: But thank you love ❤️
[2026-02-13 10:58:00] Sam: Am I “well on the way”? 😅😬
[2026-02-13 10:59:00] Sam: I’m a trapped bird lol
[2026-02-13 10:59:00] Sam: Awww you’re really sweet, baby. Thank you 🙏
[2026-02-13 11:01:00] Dave: Yes, I think you’re well on your way because figuring out the issues is usually the hardest part. You’ve already spelled it out pretty clearly.
[2026-02-13 11:02:00] Dave: And we can always chit chat when he goes to the movies lol 🙄
[2026-02-13 11:02:00] Dave: If you want. No pressure ofc
[2026-02-13 11:24:00] Dave: There’s nothing shitty about that, bitch!
[2026-02-13 11:24:00] Dave: There’s nothing shitty about that, bitch!
[2026-02-13 11:26:00] Sam: So. He just got off his calls and asked me how my appt went. I said blah we kept it the same. Check again in 6 weeks. I told the dr that I just got done with rescue stuff and I need time to figure out what I’m doing next with my time and he goes “Do you need me to become a project so you have something to do?”
[2026-02-13 11:27:00] Sam: I said “I’m sorry what?” And he said “I’m joking” and I just walked away. But I also almost choked. Then screamed. Lol
[2026-02-13 11:27:00] Dave: Like, bro. You already arrrrrrre
[2026-02-13 11:28:00] Sam: Sigh
[2026-02-13 11:29:00] Dave: Ok ok… I need some clarification. Almost choked? Like, unrelated? And then you screamed because you choked? Or out of frustration? Or you also almost screamed?
[2026-02-13 11:30:00] Dave: Gotcha!
[2026-02-13 11:31:00] Sam: Like wanted to scream into a pillow
[2026-02-13 11:32:00] Dave: I pictured you like walking away, like a badass… and then comically almost choking to death while sipping some water. And then screaming out after you finally caught your breath Feb 13, 2026 11:34:01 AM Sam Ok well this would have been better.
[2026-02-13 11:33:00] Dave: But yeah, how frustrating 😔
[2026-02-13 11:34:00] Sam: Ok well this would have been better.
[2026-02-13 11:34:00] Dave: I don’t get how he doesn’t see an issue. Unless, he does and this is just how he handles it - act like everything’s fine 🤞 🤞 🤞
[2026-02-13 11:35:00] Dave: Or you’re doing a really good job of playing it off.
[2026-02-13 11:35:00] Dave: No, everything.
[2026-02-13 11:36:00] Dave: But sure, most recently the car.
[2026-02-13 11:37:00] Sam: But also yea, I guess he’s one of those ppl that waits until the last minute. Or procrastinates the really big stuff bc he’s too overwhelmed
[2026-02-13 11:39:00] Dave: Yeah. Must be. The big things are the worst to procrastinate on though 😅
[2026-02-13 11:40:00] Sam: 💯
[2026-02-13 11:41:00] Dave: I know baby. I’m really missing you, fwiw 🤗
[2026-02-13 11:42:00] Sam: I wanna rent a cabin in the woods and do fuck all with you! 😭
[2026-02-13 11:45:00] Sam: And I’m like nope 🤦‍♀️ lol
[2026-02-13 11:50:00] Dave: Making sure you were alright
[2026-02-13 11:50:00] Dave: It was mutual
[2026-02-13 11:53:00] Sam: Plus, like, it gives me a glimpse of what teenage/20 something dave was probably like hahaha
[2026-02-13 11:53:00] Dave: I think I get that with you too. I kind of pick up on it as “the way you look at me”, but I think your description is accurate for me too
[2026-02-13 11:56:00] Dave: OMG!
[2026-02-13 11:57:00] Sam: Ha. I did not. My heart is cold as ice, remember? 😂
[2026-02-13 11:57:00] Dave: LMAO
[2026-02-13 11:57:00] Sam: Yes you did. But I don’t know why. Bc you couldn’t talk. Lolol
[2026-02-13 11:58:00] Dave: Just all the emotions.
[2026-02-13 11:58:00] Sam: But the first time, I was just yapping away and I look over at you and your eyes were welling up. 🥹🥹
[2026-02-13 11:58:00] Dave: Not sad crying
[2026-02-13 11:58:00] Sam: I have been meaning to ask you! Like what you were thinking about
[2026-02-13 12:01:00] Sam: Then I think maybe you teared up one more time that night in the bed in the room.
[2026-02-13 12:04:00] Dave: I’m looking through them again 🤭
[2026-02-13 12:04:00] Sam: Oh the table topics?? Aw love that
[2026-02-13 12:05:00] Dave: Hehe, yeah
[2026-02-13 12:17:00] Sam: I’m like yeaaaa LET’S MAKE THIS HURT! 😂
[2026-02-13 12:17:00] Dave: And then “Make the questions more light hearted and funny” lol
[2026-02-13 12:25:00] Sam: lol yea I know we talked about those 2. And I definitely think it was one of them
[2026-02-13 12:34:00] Sam: Eeee lol
[2026-02-13 12:34:00] Dave: Do you ever wonder if (or how many) other people have iMessage histories as storied as ours? I mean, I’m sure there are others that are way spicier, but our has to be up there right? Feb 13, 2026 12:35:26 PM after 10 seconds) Sam Define “storied”? Like are we just talking spice level or all the levels
[2026-02-13 12:34:00] Sam: It knows us better than WE know us
[2026-02-13 12:35:00] Dave: All the levels, all the history.
[2026-02-13 12:36:00] Sam: I think ours is way up there. Over the course of 4 yrs. We’ve like bore our soul to each other over time
[2026-02-13 12:41:00] Sam: Btw. This still haunts me….lol
[2026-02-13 12:42:00] Dave: Remember how I told you on Tuesday that I loved you? Well updated: I still do.
[2026-02-13 12:42:00] Sam:
[2026-02-13 12:42:00] Dave: Yeah, tell me about this
[2026-02-13 12:43:00] Sam: BECAUSE IT’S TRUE
[2026-02-13 12:43:00] Sam: But that’s not true. It won’t be easier.
[2026-02-13 12:43:00] Sam: I’ll just be fucking old
[2026-02-13 12:44:00] Dave: I mean, you know it won’t actually be easier right?
[2026-02-13 12:44:00] Sam: I 💯 think it will be
[2026-02-13 12:45:00] Dave: Ahh
[2026-02-13 12:45:00] Dave: I guess I can see that
[2026-02-13 12:46:00] Sam: I make up a million reasons why I have to put off having hard convos
[2026-02-13 12:49:00] Sam: BAHAHAHAHA. Now that’s a laugh. 🙄🙄 Feb 13, 2026 1:06:46 PM after 3 seconds) Sam Ok, well now I can’t stop thinking about your penis 🤤
[2026-02-13 12:49:00] Sam: Ok so then “why put off until tomorrow, what can be done today”? HUH, DAVE?!?
[2026-02-13 12:49:00] Dave: KIDDING
[2026-02-13 12:49:00] Sam: BAHAHAHAHA. Now that’s a laugh. 🙄🙄
[2026-02-13 13:07:00] Sam: Will I ever see your penis again?
[2026-02-13 13:07:00] Dave: Oh what?? About how laughable it is??! 😭
[2026-02-13 13:07:00] Dave: I certainly hope you will!
[2026-02-13 13:08:00] Dave: Hehehe, thanks ☺️
[2026-02-13 13:35:00] Dave: As they should be
[2026-02-13 13:35:00] Dave: Wtf
[2026-02-13 13:44:00] Sam: Also. I think I knew your mom was an interior decorator but also forgot. That would be very helpful and handy to have around in life lol
[2026-02-13 13:58:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: People just can't resist the follow up like I'm doing right now. I just can't help myself.
[2026-02-13 14:03:00] Sam: No. You and I started talking in November 2021 and I didn’t meet Christian until August 2022
[2026-02-13 14:03:00] Sam: Geesh
[2026-02-13 14:03:00] Dave: Oh…
[2026-02-13 14:03:00] Dave: Maybe I’m thinking of when I got an iPhone?
[2026-02-13 14:03:00] Sam: Didn’t start texting on the phone until February 2022
[2026-02-13 14:03:00] Sam: You got an iPhone in December 2022….
[2026-02-13 14:04:00] Sam: Or 2023. I think 2022 though
[2026-02-13 14:46:00] Dave: Yesss!!
[2026-02-13 14:46:00] Dave: I knew you were going to walk them today!! ♥️
[2026-02-13 14:47:00] Sam: Lol you did nottt
[2026-02-13 14:47:00] Dave: Totally did
[2026-02-13 14:47:00] Dave: It crossed my mind as a totally random thought sometime this morning
[2026-02-13 15:17:00] Dave: That name sounds familiar 🤔
[2026-02-13 16:07:00] Dave: Hahaha, idk did I?!
[2026-02-13 16:07:00] Dave: Yawn
[2026-02-13 16:07:00] Sam: Yes you definitely did
[2026-02-13 16:07:00] Dave: I did not take a nap 😒
[2026-02-13 16:08:00] Sam: Maybe you should lol
[2026-02-13 16:08:00] Dave: Idk.. I think I’m looking forward to an early bedtime tonight 🤪
[2026-02-13 16:13:00] Dave: Yeah you sounded like you were hoofin’ it out there!
[2026-02-13 16:23:00] Sam: See? THIS is why I get term marriages
[2026-02-13 16:24:00] Sam: Disgusting
[2026-02-13 16:26:00] Dave: They made it that long because they go married when she was 13 and he was 17. And then never moved off the farm except for a couple years to fight in WW1. Feb 13, 2026 4:28:04 PM after 1 second) Sam LOLOL
[2026-02-13 16:27:00] Dave: So impress
[2026-02-13 16:27:00] Dave: Such romance
[2026-02-13 16:29:00] Dave: Right!! Because he can’t read, write, or cook 🤷‍♂️
[2026-02-13 16:47:00] Sam: The amount of people in the comments saying “same” 😅
[2026-02-13 17:12:00] Dave: Kids this weekend?
[2026-02-13 17:12:00] Dave: Nice
[2026-02-13 17:13:00] Sam: Other than cleaning, I plan on watching true crime
[2026-02-13 17:13:00] Sam: What about you tonight?
[2026-02-13 17:13:00] Dave: Yeah pretty much same here
[2026-02-13 17:13:00] Dave: I’m going to try to get to bed early and watch tv in there Feb 13, 2026 5:14:26 PM after 6 seconds) Sam Have you even seen/hung out with the family at all this week? 😂 Feb 13, 2026 5:14:39 PM after 1 second) Sam Between “Austin” and being sick
[2026-02-13 17:13:00] Sam: I still need to finish that book I started on the plane too.
[2026-02-13 17:14:00] Dave: Nope
[2026-02-13 17:20:00] Dave: lol
[2026-02-13 17:20:00] Dave: They dgaf
[2026-02-13 17:20:00] Dave: The animals are missing tf out of me though
[2026-02-13 17:31:00] Dave: I’m still not confident enough in Bears potty training 🙄
[2026-02-13 17:31:00] Sam: Meh. What’s a little pee on the bed
[2026-02-13 17:31:00] Sam: Lmao
[2026-02-13 17:33:00] Dave: I’m also not a big fan of being woken up unnecessarily Feb 13, 2026 5:34:14 PM after 5 minutes, 28 seconds) Sam, for the possible future lol
[2026-02-13 17:33:00] Dave: Although I have thought about locking him and gray Kitty in there at night to encourage them to be snuggle buddies
[2026-02-13 17:41:00] Dave: Sex, or sexual activity does not count as unnecessary. Just fyi. You can always wake me up for that 😘 Feb 13, 2026 5:42:00 PM after 1 minute, 25 seconds) Sam Hahaha. Also noted
[2026-02-13 17:50:00] Dave: Hahaha, like THAT is in your vocabulary either? 😂😂😂
[2026-02-13 17:50:00] Dave: Hahaha, like THAT is in your vocabulary either? 😂😂😂
[2026-02-13 17:52:00] Sam: I will remember this…
[2026-02-13 17:57:00] Dave: lol at 💯
[2026-02-13 17:57:00] Dave: You’re on a roll!
[2026-02-13 17:57:00] Sam: lol
[2026-02-13 17:57:00] Dave: So funny 😂
[2026-02-13 17:58:00] Sam: I can be quite sassy ya know
[2026-02-13 17:58:00] Sam: Oh, and funny. Duh
[2026-02-13 17:58:00] Sam: Hilarious, in fact
[2026-02-13 17:58:00] Dave: I do know
[2026-02-13 17:58:00] Dave: Omg I miss you 😘
[2026-02-13 17:58:00] Sam: I miss you too ❤️❤️
[2026-02-13 17:58:00] Dave: I really miss kissing your face
[2026-02-13 17:59:00] Sam: I can’t believe I just saw you like 3.5 days ago. Wtf Feb 13, 2026 6:12:38 PM after 6 minutes, 18 seconds) Sam Does it feel like just a few days ago to you or does it feel like much longer?
[2026-02-13 17:59:00] Dave: With your cute little dimples
[2026-02-13 18:00:00] Dave: It’s the best
[2026-02-13 18:19:00] Dave: Sexy Bitch Feb 13, 2026 6:20:53 PM after 1 second) Sam EVEN WORSE
[2026-02-13 18:19:00] Dave: And yeah I totally thought that when it came up lol
[2026-02-13 18:21:00] Dave: I do appreciate you changing your wallpaper though. It’s totally not as big of a deal as I make out. But I do appreciate that you did it
[2026-02-13 18:21:00] Sam: Hmph
[2026-02-13 18:22:00] Dave: Not sure if I told you that
[2026-02-13 18:22:00] Sam: See if I do that again
[2026-02-13 18:22:00] Dave: Hahaha omg
[2026-02-13 18:22:00] Sam: Well I appreciate you not wearing a wedding ring lol
[2026-02-13 18:22:00] Dave: [attachment] Feb 13, 2026 6:23:12 PM Sam Yupppp. All I thought at that time was “the HYPOCRISY”
[2026-02-13 18:23:00] Sam: Yupppp. All I thought at that time was “the HYPOCRISY”
[2026-02-13 18:34:00] Dave: I love your psycho too 🙄
[2026-02-13 18:52:00] Dave: Which phone?
[2026-02-13 18:55:00] Dave: Good choice. Did you order it from Apple?
[2026-02-13 18:56:00] Dave: Idk… hopefully soon. Might watch an ep of the Pitt
[2026-02-13 18:56:00] Dave: Idk… hopefully soon. Might watch an ep of the Pitt
[2026-02-13 18:56:00] Dave: How much did you pay for it?
[2026-02-13 18:56:00] Dave: I like to get mine directly from Apple so they’re not carrier
[2026-02-13 18:57:00] Dave: Was it full msrp
[2026-02-13 18:59:00] Dave: Oh wow. That’s not bad
[2026-02-13 19:11:00] Dave: Yeah I do
[2026-02-13 19:12:00] Dave: I only got about 300 from Apple for my 14 pro max
[2026-02-13 19:12:00] Sam: Danggggg
[2026-02-13 19:13:00] Sam: Well. $800 some is their OFFER, but they might change their mind once they see it 😂😂
[2026-02-13 19:37:00] Dave: Omg I know!
[2026-02-13 19:38:00] Sam: Fucking hell, I’m so mad. Lol. I know I needed it.
[2026-02-13 19:38:00] Dave: Do you ever go to order it like right then and STILL forget?
[2026-02-13 19:39:00] Dave: Or is it something lingering from earlier?
[2026-02-13 19:52:00] Dave: That’s fucking awesome!
[2026-02-13 19:53:00] Dave: I want video!
[2026-02-13 19:53:00] Dave: We don’t have that here. Probably too much air traffic already lol
[2026-02-13 19:59:00] Dave: Where you gonna be?? Feb 13, 2026 8:00:23 PM Sam That galentines day brunch
[2026-02-13 20:00:00] Sam: I would get charged for damage lol
[2026-02-13 20:00:00] Sam: That galentines day brunch
[2026-02-13 20:10:00] Dave: Well yeah! That’s the coolest thing ever!
[2026-02-13 20:12:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-02-13 20:19:00] Dave: And I love my I remember everything you’ve ever said, audit princess
[2026-02-13 20:19:00] Sam: 👸
[2026-02-13 20:55:00] Dave: I’m actually not super tired, but I did just get into bed 😊
[2026-02-13 20:55:00] Dave: Finally
[2026-02-13 20:57:00] Sam: Aww good. Sweet dreams baby! ❤️
[2026-02-13 20:57:00] Dave: I always think love is blind is the one with flavor flaaaaav lol
[2026-02-13 20:57:00] Sam: Omg ewwww no
[2026-02-13 20:58:00] Sam: WAY DIFFERENT
[2026-02-13 20:58:00] Sam: These are normal every day ppl
[2026-02-13 20:58:00] Dave: Damn I just said I’m not tired. You trying to get rid of me?!
[2026-02-13 20:58:00] Sam: Oh. Lol. Sorry dear. You said you were in bed!
[2026-02-13 20:59:00] Sam: But he looks like he’s maybe only 5’3”
[2026-02-13 20:59:00] Sam: Sooooooo. Not for me
[2026-02-13 20:59:00] Dave: Are you saying the… ladies 🤭… on flavor of love aren’t regular people?! Feb 13, 2026 8:59:38 PM Sam They’re floozies
[2026-02-13 20:59:00] Dave: That’s racist ma’am
[2026-02-13 20:59:00] Sam: They’re floozies
[2026-02-13 21:03:00] Dave: Yeah we watched episode 4 I think
[2026-02-13 21:36:00] Sam: Also, low key, if I found out one of the other ladies was talking to you and falling for you…I’d cut a bitch
[2026-02-13 21:36:00] Sam: But also. Our convos beat alllllll these convos Feb 13, 2026 9:38:07 PM Dave Oh I bet
[2026-02-13 21:38:00] Dave: It seems “weird” to fall in love with someone “over txts” but when you think about it, it really isn’t at all. Feb 13, 2026 9:38:43 PM after 8 seconds) Sam Right?!? Like…it completely happened
[2026-02-13 21:38:00] Dave: Oh I bet
[2026-02-13 21:39:00] Sam: Dude, we didn’t meet each other for THREE years!
[2026-02-13 21:39:00] Dave: Yeah isn’t that wild
[2026-02-13 21:39:00] Sam: So fucking wild
[2026-02-13 21:41:00] Dave: But when you think about it, just talking, mostly in txt for 3 YEARS strips away literally every distraction from getting to know someone. I mean you’re basically getting direct brain to screen communication without any of the social or physical aspects that can fuck it up lol
[2026-02-13 21:41:00] Sam: Exactly!!!!! And that’s the entire point of this show and it’s “experiment”
[2026-02-13 21:42:00] Sam: And we would have CRUSHED IT! 😂
[2026-02-13 21:42:00] Dave: Pffft they don’t know shiiiit 😌
[2026-02-13 21:43:00] Sam: They talk for literally I think 5 or 10 days. Maybe 10? And they have no idea what the other looks like. They have no phones. No electronics. JUST. TALKING.
[2026-02-13 21:43:00] Dave: There’s something to it
[2026-02-13 21:44:00] Sam: The trick is though…. You have to propose to me within those 10 days lol
[2026-02-13 21:45:00] Dave: So how do they get matched up initially
[2026-02-13 21:45:00] Sam: They all talk to everyone
[2026-02-13 21:45:00] Dave: They aren’t just tossing 2 randos into a room right
[2026-02-13 21:45:00] Dave: Oh ok
[2026-02-13 21:45:00] Sam: Then from there they keep deciding who they want to talk to more and more
[2026-02-13 21:46:00] Sam: But then some couples day 3 that they are only interested in each other
[2026-02-13 21:47:00] Dave: I see
[2026-02-13 21:48:00] Dave: That’s pretty cool
[2026-02-13 21:48:00] Sam: Then some ppl go through it and are like there’s no one here for me and leave
[2026-02-13 21:56:00] Dave: OK baby, nnnnnow I’m going to sleep
[2026-02-13 21:57:00] Dave: I love you
[2026-02-13 22:05:00] Dave: What was it? A case and screen protector for your new iPhone?
[2026-02-13 22:09:00] Dave: I’m sure that’s fine 👍
[2026-02-13 22:10:00] Dave: I mean I can find you the absolute best on the market if that’s what you want lol 😜

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[2026-02-13 11:44:00 AM] Yeeeeeeah… we’re going to have to worth on some boundaries

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[2026-02-13 01:59:00 PM] Hope could you miss your first drone delivery??

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[2026-02-13 03:48:00 PM] Ahh, in was wondering about that

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[2026-02-13 05:44:00 AM] Oh the Dr was checking my lungs and heart today and was like “and no recreational marijuana”

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