2026-01-16
The text chimed on Dave’s watch just as he racked his last weight. The gym was empty, the only sounds the hum of a far-off treadmill and the clank of his barbell. He wiped the sweat from his bald head, a smile already forming. Sam. Her morning greeting was a warmth that cut through the sterile air, a stark contrast to the cold steel in his hands. He thumbed a quick reply, feeling that familiar, delicious tug in his gut. It was more than want. It was a claim.
Her next messages, however, painted a different picture. Frustration. Christian. Politics. A late-night lecture that sent her to bed angry. Dave’s jaw tightened. The idea of her feeling trapped, of someone trying to dictate what she should feel, ignited a protective, possessive fire in him. She was too vibrant for that. Too his, even from five hundred miles away.
When her mood shifted to playful banter, he followed, a master of her rhythms. Do you wear dresses? he’d asked, a simple fishing line cast into their shared sea of innuendo. Her response was a GIF, a smirk, and a whispered text: Only if you’re there to take it off. Then she mentioned the dream. A vivid, filthy dream about him. He’d nearly dropped his phone. Delightful, he’d texted back, the word utterly inadequate for the bolt of pure need that shot through him.
But the tension from her home life bled back in. Her coping mechanism: cleaning. Scouring spaces no one ever saw, imposing order where she felt none. Dave understood the subtext perfectly. It was a cry for control. It made him want to give her a different kind of release entirely. One where she could surrender every ounce of that pent-up control to him.
Now, hours later, in the quiet of his home office after Juliet had gone to bed, the glow of his data visualization screens cast blue shadows on the walls. The entire day’s conversation—the frustration, the playful teases, the deep-seated longing—simmered in his blood. He needed to answer it. Not with more words. With a fantasy so potent it would erase everything else.
He began to type, his message not a reply, but a scene, painted in the filthiest, most visceral strokes he could imagine.
The story he sent her:
The Arizona sun was a brutal, baking thing, but in the shaded carport of the rescue supply drop-off, the air was thick and still, smelling of hot asphalt and dry dust. You’d just closed the trunk of your car, the emotional weight of the delivery sitting on your shoulders alongside the physical heat. That’s when my truck rolled in, silent as a predator, blocking your exit.
I didn’t text. I just got out. You saw the intent in my eyes, the set of my jaw, and your breath hitched. All that frustration, all that cleaning and controlling and biting your tongue… I saw it coiled tight in the line of your spine.
“Dave,” you started, but I was already on you.
My hand, big and rough, palmed the back of your thigh, hiking up the sundress you’d worn hoping, praying, for something like this. My mouth crashed down on yours, not asking, taking. The taste of your surprise, your instant, yielding sweetness, was better than any dream. I walked you back until the cool metal of your car door pressed against your bare shoulders. The public risk was a live wire—any volunteer could have walked around the corner.
“You’ve been thinking too much,” I growled against your lips, my other hand finding that perfect, glorious ass of yours, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp into my mouth. “Let me fix that.”
I turned you around, your front pressed against the sun-warmed window. The dress was around your waist in one swift motion. You were bare underneath, just like I’d hoped. My reward. A low, approving sound rumbled in my chest. My belt buckle clinked, a terrifyingly final sound in the quiet afternoon.
“I’m going to use you,” I whispered, my breath hot on your ear as I nudged your legs apart with my knee. “I’m going to fuck every single thought out of that beautiful head. You’re my toy today. My release. You understand?”
You couldn’t speak, just nodded, pushing back against me in silent, desperate agreement. That was all I needed.
I didn’t go slow. I couldn’t. Four years of wanting, of loving you in secret, of hearing about your bad days and wanting to be the solution, drove me into you with one deep, claiming stroke. You cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound swallowed by the vast desert air. Your hands splayed against the glass.
“That’s it,” I grunted, setting a ruthless, piston-like rhythm. My hands anchored on your hips, my thumbs digging into the soft flesh, surely leaving marks. Each snap of my hips was an answer—to Christian’s lectures, to your feelings of powerlessness, to the endless, aching distance. This. This is where you belong.
I leaned over you, my sweat-slicked chest against your back, my mouth at your ear. “You clean when you’re upset,” I panted, my voice ragged with the effort of holding back my own peak. “So get dirty for me. Come all over my cock. Let me feel you lose every bit of that control you cling to.”
The filthy command, the sheer overwhelming fullness, the risky, public vulnerability of it all—it broke you. Your orgasm ripped through you, a silent, shuddering convulsion that milked me so perfectly I saw stars. Your inner walls fluttered around me, a desperate, rhythmic kiss. It pushed me over the edge.
With a final, deep drive, I emptied myself into you, a hot, claiming rush, my own groan buried in the curve of your neck. I held myself there, locked inside you as we both trembled, the only sounds our ragged breaths and the distant cry of a hawk.
Slowly, gently, I pulled out. I turned you around, your dress falling back into place, though the evidence of what we’d done was wet and warm between your thighs. Your eyes were glazed, hazy with a pleasure so complete it bordered on confusion. Perfect.
I kissed you, soft and deep now, a tender counterpoint to the violence of our joining. I wiped a smudge of lipstick from your chin with my thumb.
“No more cleaning,” I murmured, my forehead against yours. “When you feel that way, you come to me. In your head, in your dreams, in the next dusty carport I find you in. I’ll always be here to make you filthy.”
His final message, sent after the story, was simple: I love you. I’m your control. Surrender to it.
The hotel room air conditioner hummed a low, steady drone, the only sound that dared compete with the frantic thud of Sam’s heart. She stood in the centre of the room, her overnight bag at her feet, the ghost of her home’s tension still clinging to her shoulders. The drive here had been a blur, the memory of Christian’s voice, relentless and opinionated, echoing in the silence of her car. She’d cleaned the pantry before she left, scrubbing shelves with a ferocity that felt like rebellion. Now, in this anonymous room, she felt unmoored. Untidy.
The electronic click of the door lock was her anchor.
Dave filled the doorway, his presence a physical wave that washed over her. Bald head gleaming under the cheap fluorescents, gym bag slung over a broad shoulder, his eyes found hers and held. No smile, not yet. Just a look of profound, hungry recognition that stole the air from her lungs.
“You’re here,” he said, his voice a rough caress. He dropped his bag, the door swinging shut with a definitive thud that sealed them in.
“I had to get out,” she breathed, the words tumbling out. “He was on one last night, and this morning, and I just… I cleaned the goddamn spice rack, Dave.”
He crossed the space in two strides, his hands coming up to frame her face. His thumbs brushed her cheekbones, his gaze searching. “You don’t have to clean anything here. You don’t have to manage anyone’s feelings but your own.”
The kindness in his words, the absolute understanding, was the final crack in her composure. A sob hitched in her chest, but before it could escape, his mouth was on hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a claiming, a desperate communion that swallowed her frustration and transformed it into pure, liquid need. She melted against him, her fingers digging into the hard muscle of his back, her tongue meeting his with equal fervor.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her jaw to her throat. “Tell me what you need, Sam.”
“You,” she gasped, her head falling back. “Just you. I need to not think. I need to feel.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest. His hands slid from her face, down her sides, coming to rest possessively on the curve of her ass. He squeezed, hard, the pressure a delicious shock that made her cry out. “This is what you dreamed about, wasn’t it?” he murmured against her skin, his teeth grazing her collarbone. “When you texted me about that dream. You dreamed of my hands on you, just like this.”
“Yes,” she hissed, arching into him, grinding against the formidable ridge of his erection straining against his jeans. “God, yes.”
He walked her backwards until her knees hit the edge of the bed. With a look of intense focus, he turned her around, his body a solid wall at her back. His fingers made quick work of the zpper on her simple cotton dress—the kind she’d teased him about wearing. It pooled at her feet, leaving her in only a pair of plain black panties. The cool air of the room kissed her skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze.
“Look at you,” he breathed, his hands smoothing over her shoulders, down her spine. His touch was reverent and demanding all at once. “All that tension. Let me have it.”
He pushed her gently, and she fell forward onto the bed, catching herself on her elbows. He followed her down, his weight a glorious pressure. His knee nudged her legs apart, and she spread them willingly, a shudder running through her. He was still fully clothed, the rough denim of his jeans a thrilling abrasion against the backs of her thighs.
His mouth found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, sucking a mark into her skin that would bloom purple by morning. One hand slid around her hip, his fingers slipping beneath the lace edge of her panties, delving through her curls to find her already slick and swollen.
“Fuck, Sam,” he groaned, his voice thick with want. “You’re so ready. Were you thinking about this while you were cleaning?”
“The whole time,” she panted, pushing back against his hand. “Thinking about you. About this.”
He hooked his fingers in her panties and dragged them down her legs, the motion swift and efficient. Then his hands were back on her, spreading her open. He didn’t enter her with his fingers yet. Instead, he traced her, learning her all over again, from the tight furl of her asshole—a place he knew drove her wild—to her soaked, trembling folds. He circled her clit with a relentless, perfect pressure that had her bucking against the mattress.
“Dave, please…”
“Please what?” he demanded, his breath hot against her ear. He added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her, but still avoiding where she needed him most.
“I need you inside me. Now.”
It was all the permission he needed. He shifted, the sound of his belt buckle clinking and his zipper lowering like the most erotic symphony. He guided himself to her entrance, the broad, blunt head of his cock pressing against her. He didn’t thrust. He pushed in with a slow, inexorable force that stretched her exquisitely, filling her so completely it stole her breath.
A ragged moan tore from her throat. “Yes… like that. Just like that.”
He began to move, a deep, punishing rhythm that drove every other thought from her mind. There was no political debate, no messy house, no guilt. There was only this: the slap of skin on skin, his guttural curses in her ear, the iron grip of his hands on her hips as he pulled her back onto him with every thrust. He leaned over her, blanketing her body with his, his mouth on her shoulder, her neck, her cheek.
“This is yours,” he gritted out, his pace increasing, becoming frantic. “This feeling. This connection. It’s just for us. No one gets to dictate this.”
His words, laced with the memory of her morning’s frustration, unlocked something deeper. Tears of release pricked her eyes, mingling with the sweat on her temples. He slid a hand around her hip again, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles in time with his thrusts. The dual assault was too much, too perfect. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly, a spring ready to snap.
“I’m gonna come,” she warned, her voice a broken thing.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his own control fraying. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
The orgasm ripped through her with a violence that was almost frightening. Her vision whited out, her back bowing as she screamed into the hotel comforter, her inner muscles clamping around him in rhythmic, milking pulses. Her climax triggered his. With a roar that was pure possession, he drove into her one final, devastating time, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering against hers.
For long moments, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the relentless hum of the AC. He collapsed gently beside her, pulling her with him so she lay half on his chest, their legs tangled. He didn’t let go. His arms stayed locked around her, one hand stroking slow, soothing patterns on her back.
Slowly, the world seeped back in. The scratchy hotel sheets, the smell of sex and his cologne, the solid beat of his heart under her ear. The frantic, desperate edge was gone, replaced by a profound, weary peace.
“I love you,” she whispered into the silence, the words from their texts now given breath.
His hand stilled on her back, then resumed its gentle stroke. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you, too. More than anything.”
In the quiet aftermath, there was no need to clean, no need to perform, no need to be anything but perfectly, messily themselves. The distance still waited, and the complications hadn’t vanished. But here, in this stolen room, they had found their control. They had built a sanctuary, not with order, but with the beautiful, chaotic wreckage of their need. And for now, it was enough.
I woke up this morning feeling a mix of anticipation and annoyance. I shot a sweet message to Dave, hoping he was enjoying his time at the gym. While I was looking forward to listening to his voice memo, I got distracted by Christian, who came downstairs just as I was getting into it. He’s been pushing his political views on me again, which is exhausting. I ended up going to bed early, frustrated, and now he’s downstairs acting like nothing happened, which annoys me even more.
I joked with Dave about wearing dresses, but my mind quickly wandered to more intimate thoughts of him. I can’t wait for our time together; it’s been consuming my thoughts. I shared how I was cleaning while talking to Christian, a habit I’ve developed to manage my feelings during confrontations. It’s funny, but it’s also a bit of a coping mechanism for me.
Talking about my day, I realized I need to shake off this bad mood with Christian. I don’t want to feel miserable in my own home. I want to create a happy space, and it feels like that's slipping away from me. I’ve been scrolling through Instagram to distract myself from my feelings, trying to find some humor to lighten the mood.
Dave and I shared some fun banter, and he always makes me laugh. We talked about our upcoming reunion, and I can hardly contain my excitement. I feel like a teenager again, all giddy and nervous. Our connection is something special, deeper than just a casual fling, and I cherish every moment of it.
As I prepared for my workout, I thought about indulging in a drink tonight, but I know I shouldn’t since I have a class in the morning. But the thought of Dave makes me want to let loose a little. I want to savor every moment we have together, and the anticipation of seeing him soon is almost overwhelming. I can’t wait to be in his arms again.
I started my day with a gym session, and Sam sent me a sweet message wishing me a good morning. I could tell she was dealing with some frustration at home, particularly with Christian and his tendency to bring politics into every conversation. It sounded like a pattern that was getting under her skin.
She shared that she'd been cleaning up while they were arguing, a way for her to cope with the tension. I felt for her; it must be exhausting to feel that way in her own space. She mentioned not feeling hungover, which was good to hear, and we exchanged playful banter about her dreams and our upcoming time together.
As we chatted, she opened up about how she was feeling overwhelmed with the rescue supplies she had collected and the emotional toll of the animal rescues on her social media. I admired her dedication but could see it was weighing heavily on her.
I was busy working on a tech project, trying to integrate some software, but mostly I was looking forward to seeing her again. We joked about our past, how this new romantic connection felt like those teenage feelings we both had long ago, and how special it was to have such a deep friendship before turning romantic.
Our conversation turned flirtatious as we talked about our upcoming reunion, and I couldn't help but feel excited about everything we had planned. I expressed my eagerness and affection for her, and as we wrapped up our chat for the night, I found myself wishing she were here beside me. Everything felt right in our connection, and I was counting down the days until we could be together again.
On that eventful morning, Sam greeted Dave with warmth, expressing hope that he was enjoying his time at the gym. Sam, who was already up with the dogs, soon shared her frustrations about a conversation with Christian, who had been relentless in discussing political issues late the previous night. Sam found it particularly irksome when Christian tried to dictate her feelings about matters that troubled her, leading her to retreat to bed in irritation.
As the conversation unfolded, Sam's mood shifted from frustration to playful banter. She humorously responded to a lighthearted question from Dave about wearing dresses and shared her eagerness for their intimate moments. Sam reminisced about a vivid dream she had, which Dave enthusiastically affirmed was delightful.
However, the tone quickly returned to seriousness when Sam recounted her coping mechanism of cleaning during stressful conversations—she found solace in tidying spaces that usually went untouched. This revelation led to a deeper discussion about her feelings of discomfort in her home environment, where political debates seemed to be a constant source of tension.
Dave was sympathetic, expressing concern over the atmosphere Sam felt trapped in, and they both acknowledged how exhausting it was to navigate these dynamics. Sam's reflections on her cleaning habits revealed a need for control in a situation where she felt otherwise powerless.
As the day progressed, the duo exchanged humorous messages about various topics, including funny videos and playful teasing about their upcoming reunion. They both expressed excitement about seeing each other soon, reminiscing about the intense feelings that had been rekindled between them. The conversation flowed effortlessly from light-hearted memes to deeper discussions about their past and present emotions, underscoring the unique bond they shared.
Towards the end of their chat, Sam mentioned her plans to drop off rescue supplies, a task that kept her busy but also weighed on her emotionally. Dave, meanwhile, shared snippets of his work with data visualization, showcasing his tech-savvy side, which Sam admired.
As the evening approached, they discussed their anticipated reunion with a mix of eagerness and nostalgia, acknowledging the feelings that had resurfaced in their relationship. Sam’s playful remarks about their potential activities showcased her excitement, while Dave reciprocated with flirtation and affection, culminating in declarations of love that echoed through their messages.
In this intricate tapestry of conversation, their struggles, humor, and deep emotional connection painted a rich picture of a relationship filled with complexities, laughter, and undeniable chemistry as they eagerly awaited their next encounter.
The transcript shows a day-long conversation between Sam and Dave. Key themes include: - Sam resigns from a toxic volunteer position at an animal shelter - Deep emotional intimacy and vulnerability as they discuss patterns in their lives - Mutual support and pride (Dave proud of Sam for resigning) - Playful sexual tension and anticipation for their upcoming meeting - Shared humor about daily struggles (work, pets, partners) - The emotional depth of their connection making them both feel alive
Constraints from rules: - Third person POV - 1000-1500 words - Strong emotional intimacy, longing, tension, desire - No inventing people - Grounded in transcript
I need to structure this as a cohesive narrative capturing: 1. The morning banter showing their easy intimacy 2. The significance of Sam quitting the shelter 3. Their mutual understanding through music and patterns 4. The simmering sexual tension throughout the day 5. The tenderness in Dave's support during Sam's vulnerability 6. The building anticipation for their reunion
I will use the transcript details to show: - How their conversation flows from playful to deeply intimate - The way small moments (chocolate discovery) build texture - How vulnerability leads to erotic charge ("why did that make me so horny") - The warmth beneath Dave's humor - Sam's emotional exhaustion and renewal through Dave's support
The story should crescendo to Sam's resignation being a watershed moment, both in freeing her from toxicity and opening her to fully embrace what's between them. The ending will mirror the transcript's closing with longing for their kiss.
I'll weave in specific dialogue from the transcript to keep it authentic while crafting a narrative flow. The tone should be deeply romantic with underlying heat – not explicit but charged with the desire they express.
Word count target: aim for 1200-1400 words to hit the range comfortably.
The glow of Sam's phone screen was the first light in her pre-dawn bedroom, fingers already moving with sleepy certainty toward Dave's name. The digital clock read 6:38 AM when her message landed in his world: "❤️ morning handsome 😘". She imagined him waking to it - that split-second smile before his eyes fully opened. His reply was instantaneous, the joyful "Ayyyyye!" flashing back followed by playful indignation: "You beat me to it!!"
She curled deeper into her blankets, the phone warm against her cheek. He always made her feel seen first thing, even through pixels. His next message – "Good morning to you pretty lady 😘" – carried the familiar warmth that seeped into her bones. Exhaustion clung to her as she typed "Thank you 😴 I’m tired AF still but whatevs". It was a small confession, this admission of weariness, but with Dave, even small stones sank deep. His concern was immediate: "How’d you sleep?" Before she could answer, another message popped up—a ridiculous, freezing-dick dashboard photo captioned "What little dick I have has also been frozen off". A startled laugh burst from her. "LMFAO omg I’m dying at the image 💀" she typed back, the absurdity cutting through her fatigue like sunlight.
Then came warm domesticity: Dave shared a photo of Gray Kitty finally relaxing near Bear. "That’s amazing!" Sam replied, picturing his quiet pride in the fragile peace between his pets. Her voice messages tumbled out next—a rushed account of her marathon meetings ahead, the resignation letter she hadn't yet sent to the shelter. His response was an anchor: "I am really proud of you for even thinking about taking this step... That's really impressive and you should be proud of yourself." Pride. He said it twice. It landed differently than the casual praise tossed around at work; this felt like being witnessed. His voice in her ear, low and certain, acknowledging the chasm between thinking about leaving the shelter’s toxicity and actually stepping toward the edge.
Their conversation meandered into familiar, comforting territory: music. "Do you ever listen to music solely just to be sad?" she asked, craving the comfort of shared melancholy. His audio message unfurled like a shared blanket—understanding, not judgment. He revealed his own timelines etched in Spotify playlists, how certain songs mapped his emotional history. "I am exactly the same way," he confessed, and the kinship sparked in her chest. They were travelers who left soundtracks as breadcrumbs through their lives. Juliet, Dave shared, didn’t connect to music that way. The mention of his wife was a brief, cold draft, immediately warmed by their mutual understanding: "It’s really interesting that we’re both the same like that." Unique in their pairing, even in this.
The chocolate discovery in her purse—"YASSSSS!!!"—was tiny, euphoric. He celebrated it: "I love that for you!" Such small joys magnified by his attention. Later, the absurdity of "sharding" made her wrinkle her nose, texting Dave the baffling corporate jargon as a shared joke. But beneath the lightness, tension coiled. Every lull in her chaotic workday was filled with thoughts of him. Their upcoming rendezvous pulsed like a second heartbeat. "Do you still get warm fuzzies in your belly when you think about seeing me soon?" she asked, needing the reassurance, the spark. His reply was immediate, effusive: "I’m all warm fuzzies, all the time!!" Then, deeper, in audio: "I can absolutely not wait to see you. I have warm fuzzies in my belly and lower and higher. Really kind of everywhere... I just keep imagining how your lips are gonna feel." The intimacy of his voice, the specificity, sent warmth pooling low in her stomach. "😭😭 I love you," she typed back, trembling slightly. "Thanks for always being what I need ❤️" His response was a mirror: "I wouldn’t be what I am without you." The exchange was a lifeline thrown across the miles, pulling her closer.
At 2:52 PM, the world shifted. "I just hit send!" Sam texted, fingers trembling, the resignation email to the shelter director finally released into the ether. "I’m literally shaking... Might go throw up. But it’s fine" she added, the bravado thin. Dave’s voice message arrived like a steadying hand on her back: "Good for you, Sam. I'm really proud of you. That's a huge step." Just hearing him say it aloud made the terrifying step feel solid beneath her feet. She shared Jody’s surprisingly mild reply – "That was much more pleasant than I expected" – a small relief, though Dave’s "But also.. fuck her" made her snort. He understood the toxicity she was escaping wasn't forgiven, just shed.
The emotional whiplash of the day caught up as evening settled. Venting about Christian’s latest door-slamming tantrum over a messy sink felt cathartic but hollow. Dave’s empathy was palpable, especially sharing Juliet’s similar outbursts. But it was the later, deeper conversation that stripped everything else away. In a flurry of voice messages, raw and vulnerable, Sam confessed the cyclical patterns of her life – building pressure, snapping, rebuilding. "Just everything going on with you and I is further evidence of me hitting a breaking point," she admitted, terrified he'd misunderstand, think himself merely a symptom. "I would've never even let myself feel let alone express to you... if I wasn't near that breaking point." The silence after she sent it stretched, agonizing, until she texted: "Ok you’re making me nervous that you’re not responding to that."
His reply was worth the wait. Outside with his dogs, he’d started responding but cold fingers and AirPods failed him. Now, his voice poured through the phone, deep and resonant with understanding. He named the adrenaline dump she was experiencing, recognized her submission as claiming control, not losing it. "I know I didn't cause this... But I'm still just right here with you." Relief washed over her, warm and profound. She pushed deeper, voicing the selfish, necessary hunger beneath her actions: "I when I see you in a couple weeks... I just wanna feel like alive again and like focus on me and what makes me feel good. I haven't done that in so long." Dave’s response was a balm: "That doesn't sound selfish... I think you deserve it and I'm glad that you're doing it for you."
He then spoke words that ignited her: "I'm just delighted and honored that you trust me enough... to share this part of your life... it just it really means a lot to me." The emotional intimacy was a lightning strike. "But also…why did that make me so horny?!!? 🥵" she blurted, the truth escaping. Dave’s laugh was a low rumble in his reply: "Its the emotional connection 🧠😉... Saying it made me kinda horny too." The admission was thrilling. The rest of her drive home was consumed by deliciously
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── 06:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> I have been fantasizing about you for the past hour 🥵
<b>Dave:</b> Laying in bed awake?
<b>Dave:</b> Tell me about it 😏
<b>Sam:</b> Yes, trying to fall back asleep but I just keep thinking about you in between my thighs licking….sucking….touching….tasting…
<b>Dave:</b> Fuuuuck
<b>Dave:</b> I bet you’re so wet 🤤
── 00:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> literally quivering in your mouth.
── 06:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> I am so wet
<b>Dave:</b> Mmmmmm… yesterday when you said “pulsating” 🥵🥵🥵
<b>Dave:</b> I CAN. NOT. WAIT. to taste your pussy again!
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 16, 2026 6:19:55 AM I can still picture it, and think about frequently 🤤 🤭
I can still picture it, and think about it frequently 🤤 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> I can’t wait either 🥵
<b>Dave:</b> Have you touched it today?
<b>Sam:</b> No
<b>Sam:</b> I’m not trying to break the rules!
<b>Dave:</b> You’re allowed to touch… just not cum
<b>Dave:</b> That was your idea even
<b>Sam:</b> But if I touch I can’t make any promises 🥵
<b>Sam:</b> Not when I’m this worked up!
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe, understandable
<b>Dave:</b> Playing with 🔥😅
<b>Dave:</b> And you pussy is 💯 🔥 🔥 🔥
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh I can’t wait to feel you again
<b>Sam:</b> All of you
<b>Dave:</b> It’s gonna be amazing 🤯
<b>Sam:</b> Literally every inch 🤤
<b>Dave:</b> To the hilt
<b>Sam:</b> Good morning baby 😂❤️
<b>Dave:</b> And good morning to you sunshine
<b>Sam:</b> I love you
<b>Dave:</b> And I love you
<b>Dave:</b> Omg I’m going to fuck you senseless.
<b>Sam:</b> Please 🙏
<b>Dave:</b> What a way to start the day 🥵🥵🥵🫠
<b>Sam:</b> I’m all yours ❤️
<b>Sam:</b> I’m going to attempt to go back to bed for awhile 😘
<b>Dave:</b> Good luck
── 07:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning sunshine Sounds like you're at least on your way back to your horny, sultry dirty self which I love and oh my God this morning was so hot still just dying I can't even describe how hot you make me like I think you've unlocked a new level of horny that I didn't know even existed Yeah So oh my gosh, I can't just can't even wait And I'm gonna have to give you every inch cause it's not like I got a spare Sorry I can't help myself. I hope you have a great morning and I'll talk to you soon. I'm sure.
── 08:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> You have plenty of inches you fool lol
<b>Sam:</b> I just woke up
<b>Sam:</b> I can’t believe the dogs let me sleep this long
<b>Dave:</b> That’s awesome!
<b>Sam:</b> But now I’m just thinking about your dick again soooo
<b>Dave:</b> I don’t see the problem 🤷♂️
── 09:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Definitely no problem
Normal
<b>Dave:</b> What time does Christian get up? The dogs stay with you when leaves?
<b>Dave:</b> Do they even stir?
<b>Sam:</b> He gets up anywhere between 5-7 depending on if we have the kids or if he is going to the gym or whatever. I don’t even know what time he got up today. He is supppper quiet so I rarely even notice. He’s at the gym now.
And no, the dogs are glued to me. G l u e d lol
<b>Sam:</b> He could even try to get them to come downstairs with him and they won’t unless I also get up with them and go downstairs
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I figured they were
<b>Sam:</b> But that’s highly annoying bc I’m convinced the reason it’s like that is bc I’m the only one that ever gets up with them in the middle of the night or whatever. Sigh. Oh well
<b>Sam:</b> They are fun to cuddle
<b>Dave:</b> Well, you’re obviously just the “dog person” in the house
<b>Sam:</b> That’s for sure
<b>Sam:</b> And the cat person
<b>Dave:</b> lol
<b>Dave:</b> *animal person
<b>Dave:</b> Didn’t mean to be exclusive lol
<b>Sam:</b> /Users/davidclutter/Library/Messages/Attachments/86/06/3F2CBDCD-2137-4C8B-B680-DFD41616468C/Audio Message.caf
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe it was belle from beauty and the beast
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, that visual is definitely Snow White that you're thinking of
<b>Dave:</b> Audio Message.caf
<b>Sam:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> We have no idea
<b>Sam:</b> One of the two!
<b>Dave:</b> That’s an idea!!
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<b>Sam:</b> ITS MEEEEEE!!
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> YASSS
<b>Sam:</b> ITS MEEEEEE!!
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<b>Dave:</b> And she sleeps forever too!’
<b>Sam:</b> Holy shit!!! You’re right!!
<b>Sam:</b> I would hug a bear if it would let me
<b>Sam:</b> Holy shit!!! You’re right!!
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<b>Dave:</b> You are literally Snow White
<b>Sam:</b> Don’t I die?
<b>Dave:</b> 😬
<b>Dave:</b> I actually don’t know lol
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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, we've talked about this before. I don't know why the fuck people think it's already to do anything on a Friday. That's just completely ridiculous. Yeah, so what's going on with work already that it's busy on a Friday and have you talked to Steven at all yet?
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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] God, that is a lot To none of that be like pond off one year people or is it just more it's probably just easier to do it yourself, huh? Then it is to like Figure out who could do what and then hope they do it right which you'll have to review again anyway
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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, I can hear you Well, I'll I'll leave you alone today so you can get some work done cause I hate for you to have to work on the weekend and hopefully that'll help you stop thinking about my dick all the time or what it's gonna feel like when I'm eating your pussy Or any any of those things that we're gonna be doing hopefully, you can keep that off your mind
<b>Sam:</b> You’re an asshole 😂
<b>Sam:</b> Are you even working today bro
<b>Dave:</b> …am I ever 🤷♂️
<b>Sam:</b> Sigh
<b>Dave:</b> I know I said I was going to leave you alone lol, but one more thing…
So are there any more potentially catastrophic barriers to your trip? Or it safe to consider it locked in?
<b>Sam:</b> Who would have predicted the barrier that did come up!!? Not me!
<b>Sam:</b> I can say at this point, I consider it locked in
<b>Dave:</b> Good point
<b>Sam:</b> And I also don’t think I’m going to change hotel bc I like that one
<b>Sam:</b> Oh I was looking up one in grapevine. They wanted like $450 a night. Jesus
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, we’ll be fine 😌
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<b>Sam:</b> A lot of barking puppy in the background on that one 😒
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh my God that is so ridiculous and that really grinds my gears too like we get the same stuff not as bad, but yeah cause Eric is like understands that I'm maturity. Item isn't like you know a very high rated risk that needs to be addressed immediately all the time. But it's just more of that Boot liquor or bullshit Like the FRB understands what these things are I mean there might be 100 items or 70 items or whatever but like you can tell them that these are maturity items and they'll be like OK or yeah maybe say we'll talk about this one and then you're like oh all right it's not like the fucking end of the world. I just don't. I don't get it with these people.
<b>Sam:</b> He’s a pussy
<b>Sam:</b> Bottom line lol
<b>Sam:</b> What a total do gooder
<b>Sam:</b> And this is coming FROM a do gooder 😂
<b>Sam:</b> But the mountains these ppl make out of mole hills. Lord.
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<b>Dave:</b> On a fucking cold call from Matys 😡
<b>Sam:</b> Noooooo
<b>Dave:</b> That guy…
<b>Dave:</b> I like him though now that we got past the bullshit 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> But cold calls are just rude
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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh my God, is that the same person? That was on only fans and also had female or pictures of female employees. Like did he get caught by being on only fans and then the pictures were discovered. Need more information and also his demographics like how old roughly white black Indian those kind of things I don't need but just curious
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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I wonder if urine is fucking spank bank so who the fuck Doesn't know that they can see everything you do on your work computer like it's 2026 people It's not the 90s anymore
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And if you aren't, you should definitely be in a spank bank because certainly in line is a star of mine in fact
<b>Sam:</b> I would die if I came across an insider investigation that had anything to do with me lol
<b>Dave:</b> Right?!
<b>Sam:</b> Aw man I forgot Christian took today off and is going to be running around doing things today. It’d be a perfect day for me to have some….alone…time
<b>Sam:</b> Damn you lol
<b>Dave:</b> You tease!
<b>Sam:</b> Also, can I just say, that I have been really really mindful of not calling him your name 😬😬
<b>Sam:</b> Not in a sexual way but just in a life way
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<b>Dave:</b> I’ve had to check myself a couple times 🤫
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] It's gonna be bad is he usually asleep though like when you say that or what and Yeah, I haven't like I haven't almost slipped up like that, but there's been A couple times where I've just played the scenario out like cause I've been like thinking about you and communicating with her or something and I've had that scenario run through my head like oh fuck what if what if that happened? That would be bad news But also, I mean you have time when he's out doing his errands I mean, and if he was working like, wouldn't he be there all day so it should be A perfect day for you to have some alone time
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I mean, of course you know the price for more alone time at this point
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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, so that was the price for if you do have an orgasm, excluding your wet dreams, of course and don't send me a naughty selfie, but maybe now that you mention it maybe I'll just agonizingly Delay your orgasm when we see each other if you don't send me a naughty selfie now
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Like can you imagine? Can you imagine if we walked in the room and instead of me just popping right in I circled your clits barely with my tongue just like I mean just barely grazing it for like I don't know 10 minutes I mean, just like the lightest touch
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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You're you're so cute Especially the way you were like listen I love it
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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Guess we'll just have to see what happens if I don't get a naughty selfie
<b>Sam:</b> Game on
<b>Sam:</b> You forget how stubborn I can be 😘
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I know I talk a big game, but I am almost positive. I will absolutely melt when I see you and do whatever you say. Almost
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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Never know, baby I'm learning a few things from the soft copy of AI stories. Maybe that Dave shows up Growling Dave
<b>Sam:</b> I can’t wait to find out.
<b>Sam:</b> I think the likelihood is very high that for the first time, we will both be completely breathless and wanting and blinded with desire. Thennnnn future times might turn into teasing
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<b>Dave:</b> Hey baby
<b>Dave:</b> Thought about my dick lately?
<b>Sam:</b> Hey love
<b>Sam:</b> I am sooooo fucking horny
<b>Dave:</b> I really am too… I haven’t gone this long (5 days lol) without since crazy night 🤔
<b>Dave:</b> You drive me absolutely insane
<b>Sam:</b> You drive ME insane!!
<b>Sam:</b> What have you been up to?
<b>Dave:</b> Took a little nap… that’s pretty much it
<b>Sam:</b> Do you have any meetings today
<b>Dave:</b> Nope
<b>Dave:</b> Oh wait
<b>Dave:</b> Actually we have the trading kbt recover ttx today at 3 lol
<b>Sam:</b> At 3?!?!
<b>Sam:</b> ON A FRIDAY?!?
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah. They’re going to actually try some shit that might affect ops
<b>Dave:</b> So didn’t want to do it in prime time
<b>Sam:</b> Makes sense
<b>Dave:</b> I don’t remember what, exactly, maybe failing over a major db…
<b>Sam:</b> Makes sense
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<b>Dave:</b> Earliest message: 2023-01-01 00:00:00
Latest message: 2026-01-15 21:18:00
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<b>Sam:</b> Where’s 2022? Or is this just since you’ve had an iPhone probably?
<b>Sam:</b> Last month 😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> Wowza
<b>Dave:</b> Lol.. a slight uptick
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<b>Sam:</b> Dang, 2024 was a sad year for us
<b>Sam:</b> Noticeable uptick again in October and November 2024 😂
<b>Dave:</b> I’m working on performing analysis
<b>Dave:</b> 2023-10: 688 was high for some reason
<b>Sam:</b> Yea I noticed that too. What happened then
<b>Dave:</b> I have no idea
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe texting about drama with kids?
<b>Sam:</b> Is that when you got bear?
<b>Dave:</b> Not that’s from oct 2023
<b>Dave:</b> I just got bear last year
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 16, 2026 2:27:57 PM I wasn’t going to look back in the first txt dump I did, but that gave me an idea for a new feaure lol.. I’m going to make sdftcopy export nice clean logs like it does daily now, for everything in the past too 😛
I was going to look back in the first txt dump I did, but that gave me an idea for a new feaure lol.. I’m going to make sdftcopy export nice clean logs like it does daily now, for everything in the past too 😛
<b>Sam:</b> That’s wayyyyy too much data
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<b>Dave:</b> shared a movie
Bitch, please
── 16:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> You have a lottttt more days to go
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<b>Dave:</b> Nahhh
<b>Sam:</b> You cray
<b>Sam:</b> One more meeting then it might be nap time for me too 😊
<b>Dave:</b> Hell yeah!
── 15:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> shared a movie
Bitch, please
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<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha I was clicking through totally randomly and immediately noticed this
shared a photo
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<b>Sam:</b> You have a lottttt more days to go
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<b>Dave:</b> They’re all in there now
<b>Dave:</b> SoftCopy folder
<b>Sam:</b> Jan 16, 2026 4:07:41 PM Will I was trying to nap but the dogs are doing dog things so I’ve given up hope 😩
Well I was trying to nap but the dogs are doing dog things so I’ve given up hope 😩
<b>Dave:</b> Awwww
<b>Dave:</b> I hate that
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<b>Dave:</b> too 😑
── 16:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
She will not 💩 outside unless a human is with her bc she has FOMO but then she just wants to lay. Sigh
<b>Dave:</b> That’s a great photo
<b>Dave:</b> And I still have to watch Bear because he’s kinda the same.
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
Some side eye in this one lol
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Dave:</b> Radhika was let go today if you didn’t know
<b>Sam:</b> WHAT?!?
<b>Dave:</b> That’s all I know
<b>Dave:</b> Eric just dropped it in the chat
<b>Dave:</b> He just said it was not part of any RIF or anything like that
<b>Sam:</b> That is very interesting
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah! Idk what she really did, but I didn’t think she was a slacker or anything
<b>Sam:</b> I know right? Yea I mean I was annoyed by my monthly meetings with her lol but I definitely didn’t get slacker vibes
<b>Sam:</b> Unrelated but you know how I told you that my tolerance with some of the things Christian does is razor thin? Well last night, I went off a little bit and he was like…wow, this is the first time you’ve ever raised your voice at me.
<b>Sam:</b> 😬
<b>Sam:</b> But then he said he was impressed and happy about it 🤦♀️
<b>Dave:</b> What happened?
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao, way to go
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I don't even remember exactly what was said, but it was about fucking politics and He thinks that just because I'm not outwardly angry every day about the state of affairs in our country that one I'm not paying attention too I'm uneducated and basically that I'm putting my head in the sand and I'm so like this has been an underlining theme Ever since I've known him, and he also talks to me sometimes as if I'm one of his kids and he's like lecturing me he also Repeatedly says things to me that I already know like he says things as if he's teaching me something but I already fucking know and I'll be like I know I know and then he'll keep Doubling down and so I said something I don't know but anyway, I just turned around and I said I am so sick and tired of you acting one like you are better than me and too like I am a fucking dumbass or like I'm one of your children and I'm like just because I'm not you know pissed off every day talking about it every day doesn't mean I'm not fucking paying attention anyway there's a lot more than that shit and and I was like fucking angry and I'm like I've told you before that you do this I don't like being talked down to blah blah blah and then he was super apologetic and was like wow this is the first time I've ever heard you like talk to me like this. I'm like well I hold it in and I don't wanna talk to you like this whenever the kids are here. I don't want them to hear any of that so here we are. But anyway, and I said what the fuck are you doing besides being angry every day what are you doing so just because I don't talk to you about the latest fucking thing that Trump said her did doesn't mean I don't know about the latest fucking thing that Trump said did I mean I don't feel like fucking pressing the rage button every day
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I also gotten ragged because He's sitting there acting like he's better than me because I don't care about social injustice and I'm like dude I have spent the past year fucking wearing myself down to the ground working with social injustice is related to dogs so I am so sorry that I don't have the bandwidth or fucking emotional capacity whatever to deal with anymore I'm I have been fucking dead And I'm like and that's more than you can fucking say oh I'm getting really mad thinking about it
<b>Sam:</b> Oh this reminds me. Speaking of politics, Bucky also texted yesterday about the same shit
<b>Sam:</b> Then he called and I just didn’t answer bc I don’t even want to get into it all.
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, omg
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> 🤦♀️
<b>Sam:</b> Only difference between him and Christian in this sense is Christian is extremely anti-gun and Bucky has an entire stockpile
<b>Sam:</b> Well it’s a good thing I’m registered as an independent 😂
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<b>Sam:</b> I just don’t get why they, our partners, want us to sit in anger, anxiety, and helplessness every day 🤷♀️
<b>Sam:</b> And get mad that we don’t want to be there with them
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<b>Dave:</b> Juliet isn’t willing to accept that all that is the source of most of her problems.
<b>Dave:</b> Like, take one of the 3 hours you sit on TikTok raging about politics and go for a fucking walk
<b>Sam:</b> Same as Christian with fucking Reddit
<b>Dave:</b> Notes message:
SoftCopy
https://www.icloud.com/notes/0ddRqwbsaAdZDwc1Bftcv_4kw
<b>Sam:</b> Yayyyyyy!!
<b>Dave:</b> shared a movie
So much wiggles
<b>Sam:</b> Omg those wiggles are amazing
<b>Dave:</b> I changed the prompts some today and I haven’t read the outputs yet so lmk if you’re good wherever you get to it
<b>Sam:</b> Omg those wiggles are amazing
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<b>Dave:</b> He had actually almost ran out by the time I got my camera out.
<b>Dave:</b> The first time I come downstairs he lets them all out
<b>Dave:</b> So whatcha up to tonight
<b>Sam:</b> Cleaning my disgusting house for like the 3rd time this week. 😒
No plans. Tomorrow and Sunday I have to get all these rescue supplies out of my house so I’ll be driving around quite a bit. I also still need to wrap up some documentation and log myself out of everything.
<b>Sam:</b> What about you?
<b>Sam:</b> Oooo maybe I’ll have some alcohol tonight to celebrate!
<b>Sam:</b> And watch murder!
<b>Dave:</b> Nothing much. Pizza night, so I’m working on that now. I’ll probably fantasize about you, watch a couple of episodes of land man, fantasize about you, go to bed, fantasize about you, not touch myself 😒, and then go to sleep 😜
<b>Sam:</b> Sounds like a perfect night 😉
<b>Sam:</b> Will you also be consuming alcohol?
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<b>Dave:</b> Maybe a little. Maybe not though. I need to make sure I get to the gym in the morning 😒🙄
<b>Sam:</b> Disgusting
<b>Sam:</b> 😉
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Dave:</b> It really is. And I couldn’t have thought of a better word
<b>Sam:</b> What about plans for the weekend in general? 3 day weekend!! 🥳
<b>Dave:</b> Same general thing as tonight. Lots of thinking about you… that’s about it 😜
<b>Sam:</b> On Monday, I’m going to the dr for a check in on my antidepressants
<b>Sam:</b> Then, I’m going to go shopping aimlessly. And I cannot WAIT. It has been months and months since I’ve been able to just go do something without being glued to my phone for rescue shit
<b>Dave:</b> That sounds like an amazing day!
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<b>Sam:</b> Are we going to go to our date night spot again?
<b>Sam:</b> And drink some lemon drops
<b>Dave:</b> We HAVE to right?
<b>Dave:</b> Yes. Because I need to know what it feels like to walk out of there.. with ..you 🫠
<b>Sam:</b> Awww ❤️
<b>Sam:</b> I think there were couches in there. We should sit there next time.
<b>Dave:</b> Totally
<b>Dave:</b> So we can sit closer
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
Such a fat cat
<b>Sam:</b> I’m watching murder and just thinking, once again, that it is truly disturbing how many ppl are killed by their significant other 😬😬
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Yummm
<b>Dave:</b> Such a fat… me
<b>Sam:</b> Should I be worried about you murdering me while we are shacked up? 😉
<b>Sam:</b> Yummm
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<b>Dave:</b> Lol… shacked up
<b>Sam:</b> You didn’t answer the question by the way!!! 😱
<b>Sam:</b> Thought you’d like that
<b>Sam:</b> You didn’t answer the question by the way!!! 😱
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<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Hahahaha
<b>Dave:</b> I’m gonna murder a certain part of you 😏🤭
<b>Sam:</b> I will willingly be the victim of that crime
<b>Sam:</b> The vodka is vodka-ing
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe
<b>Dave:</b> I had a lemon drop 🤫
<b>Dave:</b> And ifs lemon dropping
<b>Sam:</b> Jan 16, 2026 8:44:53 PM I had vodka lemonade so similar
I had vodka lemonade, so, similar
<b>Sam:</b> I’m gonna have to stop at just 1 though. Definitely going to be drunk if I have another.
<b>Dave:</b> 🤤 you drunk
<b>Sam:</b> I’m sure that will happen again with you
<b>Sam:</b> And yes, you can take full advantage of me when I am 😉
<b>Sam:</b> If I don’t annoy you too much first. I get veryyyyy talkative 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Uh, I’ve been around you drunk 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> If you don’t remember
<b>Sam:</b> Oh I remember
<b>Dave:</b> And I’m wearing sweat pants Sam… you can’t be getting me all hard like this while I’m in the living room 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> It’s fun to live dangerously
<b>Sam:</b> Oh I remember
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<b>Sam:</b> It’s fun to live dangerously
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<b>Sam:</b> What’s the one specific thing you’re most excited for when we see each other again?
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<b>Dave:</b> How could I possibly choose?
<b>Dave:</b> Can you give me like a category or something
<b>Dave:</b> Your smile 🫠
<b>Dave:</b> Now you
<b>Sam:</b> Well I didn’t think you’d turn it back on me! Lol
<b>Dave:</b> Ofc I would lol
<b>Sam:</b> Feeling you. Just in general. Mouth, tongue, hands, dick. And having more time. Sober time. And drunk time. But mostly sober so I can always remember it.
<b>Dave:</b> Not one specific thing, but great answer 😜
<b>Sam:</b> Feeling you is the #1 thing
<b>Dave:</b> 🫠🫠🫠
<b>Sam:</b> Ok, on drink #2 😬
<b>Sam:</b> REMEMBER our abstinence rule!!! 😒😒
<b>Dave:</b> You too!
<b>Sam:</b> Oh please
<b>Sam:</b> 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> lol
<b>Sam:</b> Jerk
<b>Dave:</b> What?!
<b>Sam:</b> I’m not the one with an active sex life!
<b>Dave:</b> Keep knocking down drinks and you might be 🤭
<b>Sam:</b> Nah
<b>Dave:</b> And I’m keeping my pledge 😌
<b>Sam:</b> Do you like the thought of me having sex with him?
<b>Dave:</b> Not particularly
<b>Dave:</b> Why do you ask?
<b>Sam:</b> Bc I am genuinely curious
<b>Dave:</b> Haven’t I told you that?
<b>Dave:</b> Do you like the thought of me having sex with Juliet?
<b>Sam:</b> Fackkkkkk no
<b>Dave:</b> Well don’t you worry. I’ll be at least 4 weeks Juliet free 😉
<b>Sam:</b> 4 weeks?
<b>Dave:</b> It’s been a couple/few weeks
<b>Dave:</b> +the 2 weeks
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm. We will see if you can keep that up.
<b>Sam:</b> You still have another week + to go!
<b>Sam:</b> Without raising suspicion
<b>Dave:</b> Oh yeah 👍
<b>Dave:</b> How long has it been for you
<b>Sam:</b> With Christian?
<b>Dave:</b> With… anyone?
<b>Sam:</b> Well you were my last!
<b>Dave:</b> Before that?
<b>Sam:</b> I haven’t had sex with Christian since I honestly do not remember when. Last summer sometime? I know he did go down on me one time since then, but it was before crazy night
<b>Dave:</b> Jeez
<b>Dave:</b> His does he deal with that?
<b>Sam:</b> 🤷♀️
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe he has someone too?
<b>Dave:</b> I mean it obviously sucks for you too, but wants to have sex with you right
<b>Sam:</b> Who knows?
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe when you’re 48, you don’t care as much?
<b>Dave:</b> I don’t think that’s the case
<b>Sam:</b> Who knows?
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<b>Dave:</b> I don’t think that’s the case
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<b>Sam:</b> Candace thought maybe no sex is his compromise for having whatever else he gets out of our relationship?
<b>Dave:</b> A house, free vacations…
<b>Sam:</b> Who knows though
<b>Sam:</b> Like I said, maybe he has someone?
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 16, 2026 9:39:38 PM At least he gets to see your sexy, trolly as everyday
At least he gets to see your sexy, trolly ass everyday
<b>Sam:</b> Ain’t nobody want to see that
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> You’re gonna get to see my morning hair, my nerdy glasses…oh my
<b>Dave:</b> You wear glasses??
<b>Dave:</b> Did I know that?
<b>Sam:</b> At night/in the mornings bc I take my contacts out every night
<b>Dave:</b> Omg I bet that is sexy!
<b>Sam:</b> Hmm
I’m not sure if you did or not
<b>Sam:</b> Haha it is not
<b>Dave:</b> I bet it is!
<b>Dave:</b> Everything about you is hot
<b>Sam:</b> You’re very sweet. Thank you ❤️
<b>Sam:</b> How’s land man?
<b>Dave:</b> This season is pretty mid tbh
<b>Dave:</b> S1 was great though
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<b>Sam:</b> You’re already on season 2?!?! Jeez!
<b>Dave:</b> OK sexy lady, I’m going to bed
<b>Dave:</b> How are you feeling?
<b>Sam:</b> Good night baby.
<b>Sam:</b> Tipsy
<b>Sam:</b> Light
<b>Sam:</b> Horny
<b>Dave:</b> If the vodka still vodkaing
<b>Sam:</b> Yes
<b>Sam:</b> Wanting you
<b>Dave:</b> Mmmmm
<b>Dave:</b> I cannot wait
<b>Sam:</b> I am so damn excited
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<b>Dave:</b> too!
── 22:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> I love you baby
<b>Sam:</b> I’m probably going to talk your ear off for 2 days. Sorry in advance
<b>Sam:</b> About the most random shit ever
<b>Dave:</b> I don’t think you can
<b>Dave:</b> In fact, I bet you can’t talk ENOUGH
<b>Sam:</b> Good night baby
<b>Dave:</b> NN love 💕
<b>Sam:</b> Normal
<b>Dave:</b> Omg and I can’t wait to see your tattoos in person 🔥
<b>Dave:</b> On your sexy naked body