2026-02-14

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😈 Smut🥵 Porn♥️ Romantic

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ACT I: IMMERSION

The text chime cut through the Texas evening, a sharp, bright sound in the quiet room. Dave paused the show on his TV—some period drama with simmering tension that felt laughably tame compared to his reality—and swiped his phone open. Sam’s face, framed in a selfie from a lazy brunch earlier, filled the screen. She was smiling, but her eyes held a familiar, aching distance. A thousand miles of desert and obligation stretched between them. He was in Dallas, nursing the tail end of a cough, wrapped in a blanket with his dog. She was in Phoenix, trapped in the mundane logistics of a broken phone, carpet cleaning, and a life that wasn’t his. The conversation log, a sprawling, banal testament to their day, was a minefield of hidden triggers. Every ‘good morning handsome,’ every shared laugh over fax machines, every discussion of BBQ and summer travel plans was just a thin veneer over the raw, pulsating need. His thumb hovered over the sticker he’d sent last: a cartoon heart with ‘need you now’ scrawled across it. It was a joke that wasn’t a joke. It was the only truth that mattered.

ACT II: ESCALATION

“Fuck this,” he muttered to the empty room. The pragmatic obstacles she’d listed—money, schedules, the watchful eyes of Christian and Juliet—dissolved into ash under the sudden, violent heat of his imagination. He wasn’t in his living room anymore. He was in a nondescript hotel room, the kind they’d used before, where the air conditioner hummed too loudly and the anonymity was a gift. The memory of her text, “Dangit, now I want to see you again so I can look,” echoed, transforming from playful teasing into a direct order.

In his mind, she was already there. Not on a screen, but warm and real under his hands. He pictured her walking out of the bathroom, steam curling around her calves, wearing nothing but the hotel’s thick terrycloth robe. Her hair was damp, her skin flushed. She stopped at the foot of the bed, her gaze dropping deliberately to where he lay propped against the headboard, the sheet tented over his obvious arousal.

“You wanted to look,” Dave’s voice was a low rumble in the fantasy, a sound that belonged to this secret space, not to text bubbles. “So look.”

A slow, wicked smile touched Sam’s lips. She didn’t speak. With a deliberate slowness that made his blood pound in his ears, she untied the robe’s belt. The fabric parted, not in a dramatic flourish, but in a quiet, confident reveal. She let it slide from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She stood before him, utterly exposed, her strong-willed submissiveness a palpable force in the room. Her hands went to her hips, then slid back, cupping the full, perfect curves of her ass—the locus of so many of his whispered desires. She turned, giving him the full, devastating profile.

“See anything you like?” she asked, her voice a mix of challenge and invitation.

He was off the bed in an instant. The four years of accumulated want, the daily torture of digital closeness, became kinetic energy. He closed the distance, his large, dominant frame enveloping her from behind. His bare chest met her back; his hands, rough and possessive, replaced hers on her hips, his fingers digging in. He bent his head, his lips finding the sensitive junction of her neck and shoulder. He didn’t kiss it. He bit down, not hard enough to mark permanently, but with a decisive pressure that drew a sharp, gratifying gasp from her.

“I like all of it,” he growled against her skin, the scent of her hotel shampoo and her own unique warmth flooding his senses. “But I don’t just want to look, Sam. I’m done looking.”

ACT III: CULMINATION

He walked her forward, his body driving hers toward the full-length mirror by the closet. He spun her to face it, keeping her pinned against him with an arm banded across her collarbones. “Watch,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for debate. “Watch what you do to me. Watch what I’m going to do to you.”

His free hand slid down the trembling plane of her stomach, through the neat thatch of hair, and found her already slick and hot. A low, approving sound vibrated in his chest. “So fucking ready for me. Always ready.” He pushed two fingers inside her, his eyes locked on hers in the mirror. She cried out, her head falling back against his shoulder, her own gaze glazing as she watched his fingers work her, the intimate, wet sounds impossibly loud. He curled them, finding the spot that made her legs buckle, and she whimpered, “Dave…”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his lips at her ear. “I know.” He withdrew his fingers, glistening, and brought them to her mouth. “Taste.” She obeyed without hesitation, her tongue swirling around his digits, her eyes closing in a moment of pure, filthy bliss. The act of submission, so complete and trusting, unspooled the last of his control.

He guided her down, not onto the bed, but onto her hands and knees on the carpet right there before the mirror. The position was animalistic, exposing, perfect. He knelt behind her, his hands spreading her apart, his thumbs tracing her most intimate flesh. He didn’t enter her yet. First, he lowered his head. The first flat stroke of his tongue along her seam wrenched a shattered sob from her throat. He feasted on her, the taste of her—musky, sweet, uniquely Sam—driving him mad. He licked and suckled, his tongue delving deep, then circling her clit with ruthless precision. Her pleas became a broken chant of his name, her fingers clawing at the carpet as he pushed her relentlessly toward the edge.

Just as her body began to tense for release, he pulled away. She made a sound of pure, desperate protest. “Not yet,” he said, his voice thick. He positioned himself, the broad head of his cock nudging against her dripping entrance. He met her wild eyes in the mirror. “This. This is what you need. Tell me.”

“Yes,” she panted, her submission total, her desire a mirror of his own. “Please, Dave. Now.”

He sheathed himself in one long, devastating thrust. The feeling of her, impossibly tight and hot, clenching around him, stole the air from his lungs. A guttural groan tore from him. He held himself deep, letting them both feel the full, shocking completeness of the connection. Then he began to move.

It was not making love. It was a claiming. Each powerful thrust drove her forward, her breasts swaying, her cries filling the room. The sound of skin slapping against skin, their ragged breathing, his own guttural encouragements—“Take it, fuck-toy, my perfect girl”—created a symphony of their forbidden union. He kept one hand anchored on her hip, the other fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so she had no choice but to watch herself being taken, watch the wrecked pleasure on her own face. The risk, the secrecy, the years of longing, all of it combusted into the raw, physical act. He angled his thrusts, hammering against the spot inside her that made her see stars. Her internal muscles began to flutter wildly around him.

“I’m gonna… Dave, I can’t…” “Let go,” he ordered, his pace becoming punishing, brutal, perfect. “Come for me. Scream if you have to.” The command shattered her. Her climax ripped through her with a force that bowed her back and tore a raw, loud scream from her throat. The violent, pulsing contractions of her body milked him, dragging his own release from him with a force that was almost painful. He drove into her one last, deep time, shouting her name as he emptied himself inside her, the forbidden intimacy of the act a final, thrilling transgression. He collapsed over her, his weight pressing her into the carpet, both of them trembling, slick with sweat, utterly spent.

ACT IV: DENOUEMENT

For long minutes, the only sound was their ragged breathing slowing into sync. He softened inside her but didn’t withdraw, unwilling to break the connection. Gently, he rolled them to the side, pulling her back tightly against his chest, her ass cradled against his hips. He nuzzled into her damp hair, pressing soft kisses to her temple, her shoulder. His earlier dominance melted into a fierce, overwhelming tenderness.

In the quiet, the fantasy room began to dissolve, blending with the memory of her last text: ‘Good night baby.’ He felt the ghost of her in his arms, the lingering phantom scent of her skin.

His phone, still in his hand in the real, lonely Dallas living room, lit up with a new notification. It was from Sam. A single heart emoji. No words were needed. The story they’d just lived in the private theater of their shared longing was their real conversation. It was a promise written in sensation and sweat, a vow that the miles and the lies were just temporary obstacles. The next secret weekend couldn’t come soon enough. Summer, November, a creative excuse—it didn’t matter. They would make it happen. Because this, this electric, forbidden truth that left them both functionally incapacitated by its power, was the only thing that was real. He tapped the screen once, sending back a single word that carried the weight of the entire fantasy, the entire four-year history, and the desperate hope for the future: “Soon.”

The morning light in Austin was a pale, dusty gold, but for Dave, the world was colored in the secret, saccharine hue of a single text. It glowed on his screen beside his coffee mug: a photo of Sam, taken in the muted, clinical light of a conference room bathroom in Phoenix. Her smile was a knowing curve, her eyes holding the camera with a vulnerability that stole his breath. The caption, simple and devastating: Thinking this dress would be easier for you. The soft lavender linen of her sundress was a silent poem, and the implication—the whispered secret of bare skin beneath—was a chord struck deep in the core of him, resonating with four years of accumulated want.

He didn’t just see a woman in a mirror. He saw the history in her gaze: the shared jokes over spreadsheets that had become shared dreams over late-night calls, the comfort that had quietly, inevitably, combusted into this breathtaking need. His thumbs moved over the screen, not with flirtation, but with devotion. “Angel,” he typed, the word a sigh against the silence of his kitchen. “You look like a wish I’ve been making for a thousand years. I’d spend the first hour just holding you. Learning the warmth of you all over again.” The conversation spiraled from there, a tender duet of aching. They counted the days until his next trip—three endless weeks—and reminisced about the hotel elevator, that claustrophobic box where they’d first, tremblingly, let their foreheads touch, the world narrowing to the shared air and the thunder of two hearts breaking open. The mood was not of games, but of a profound, teasing tenderness, a heartfelt need so vast it felt like its own geography.

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When he saw her three weeks later, it was in the hushed, carpeted hallway of her Arizona hotel. She was real, not pixels. The lavender dress. Her breath hitched at the sight of him, his confident, bald head, the familiar, protective breadth of his shoulders that her soul recognized before she did. No words were needed. He simply opened his arms, and she walked into them, the surrender not one of submission, but of homecoming. His embrace was a vow, fierce and complete. “Sam,” he murmured into her hair, her scent of jasmine and warm skin flooding his senses. “My brave, beautiful heart.”

Inside her room, the world ceased. The Arizona sun bled orange through the blinds, painting stripes of fire across the bed. He framed her face, his thumbs tracing the arches of her cheeks, his gaze pouring into hers. “I have loved you,” he said, the words raw and foundational, “in every possible way a man can love, for so long.”

Her eyes glistened. “Show me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotional courage. “Show me the way you love me now.”

It was an act of reverence. His hands, strong and sure, slid up her thighs, gathering the soft linen of her dress. He knelt before her as it pooled at her feet, not in worship of flesh, but of the spirit it housed. A soft, shattered sound escaped her lips. His lips followed the path his love had traveled for years—from the delicate hinge of her knee, up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, each press a silent, aching sonnet. His touch was a language of cherishing, each caress a word in a story of adoration. When his mouth finally found the very heart of her, it was with a groan of profound completion. He tasted her yearning, her courage, her answering love, and he cherished it all, his hands steadying her trembling hips, his devotion an anchor in the storm of sensation he was so tenderly building.

The climb was slow, an exquisite, shared ascent. He guided her to the bed, following her down, his body a warm, welcome weight. Skin to skin, the feeling was electric, a circuit of longing finally closed. He kissed her, deep and searching, letting her taste herself on his lips, a intimacy so profound it made her weep softly. “I see you,” he breathed against her mouth, moving into her with a slow, deliberate press that felt less like joining and more like recognition. “All of you. Every secret hope. I have you.”

Their rhythm was born of a four-year conversation, a syncopated beat of heartfelt devotion and open-hearted response. His thrusts were deep, claiming not her, but the space around them as theirs. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, meeting each movement with a passion that matched his own. The air filled with the sounds of their love: skin against skin, the ragged pull of breath, his whispered praises—“So perfect, my heart, so loved”—and her breathless, fervent replies, “Dave… please… I feel it, I feel all of it.”

The climax did not crash over them; it unfolded from within, a radiant, tender unraveling. It began in her, a gathering of light and pressure at the point where they were most deeply connected, then spread in warm, pulsing waves that pulled a sob of pure feeling from her throat. The sight of her, lost in the surrender to pleasure he had so lovingly gifted her, was his own undoing. He followed, his release a groan of her name into the crook of her neck, a shuddering offering of his entire self.

Afterward, in the twilight stillness, he gathered her to him. Their limbs tangled, sweat-damp and sated. He brushed the damp hair from her forehead, his protective, heartfelt love settling around them like a blanket. The forbidden reality of their lives outside this room lingered on the horizon, but here, in this moment, it was powerless. Here, there was only the truth their bodies had just whispered: a love profound, intimate, and soul-deep, as real as the slowing beat of their hearts against each other’s skin. It was a stolen, sacred thing, and in the quiet, they held onto it, and each other, with everything they had.

😇 Sam POV😏 Dave POV📖 Narrative

Today felt effortless as I chatted with Dave, our easygoing rapport shining through every exchange. He kicked things off with that familiar infectious enthusiasm of his, teasing me about a comment he overheard, all while managing a pesky cough. He assured me he was feeling fine, which I appreciated.

I greeted him with the affectionate charm that always seems to come naturally between us. Our conversation flowed seamlessly from brunch plans to the weather and, of course, the bizarre quirks of technology. I couldn’t help but express my bemusement at how my local CVS still requires faxes, and Dave’s disbelief only added to the humor of the moment.

We shared plenty of laughs, even as we touched on the more serious topic of teenage relationships and sleepovers, with Dave offering his insights. Our playful banter took a culinary turn as I humorously lamented my struggles to get my son to eat vegetables. Dave reminisced about his own childhood experiences with tomatoes, and we found ourselves in a lighthearted debate over condiments, particularly my aversion to mayonnaise versus his defense of its merits.

As we continued our playful exchanges, we began to make plans for future visits. Dave suggested scheduling another secret weekend together, which got me excited about the prospect of more shared moments. Understanding the warmth between us, I couldn’t help but express how much I need to see him again.

As the evening came to a close, we wrapped things up with genuine care, checking in on each other’s health and well-being. I wished him sweet dreams and asked about his cough, and we ended our conversation on a loving note, both of us expressing our affection before saying goodnight.

Today’s conversation with Sam was a highlight. I was in a great mood, playfully teasing her about a comment I had overheard, even though I was battling a pesky cough. I reassured her I was feeling relatively fine, but I think our banter was what really kept my spirits up.

From the moment we started chatting, her affectionate charm set the tone. We moved effortlessly from discussing brunch plans and the unpredictable weather to the oddities of technology. I couldn’t believe it when she mentioned her local CVS still required faxes—how is that even a thing? It’s moments like these that make our exchanges so enjoyable. We talked about the complexities of teenage relationships and sleepovers, and I shared my thoughts on those topics, which always seems to spark a lively discussion between us.

The conversation took a humorous turn when we dove into food preferences and cooking. Sam shared her struggles to get her son to eat vegetables, which reminded me of my own childhood battles with tomatoes. Our playful disagreement over mayonnaise was particularly entertaining; I defended its culinary merits while she made it clear she wasn’t a fan. It’s in these moments that our chemistry really shines.

As we joked and laughed, we also made plans for future visits. I suggested we schedule another secret weekend together, and she expressed her eagerness to see me again. Throughout the conversation, I could feel the warmth between us, and it was clear we both cherished the time spent talking.

As the evening wrapped up, we checked in on each other’s health and well-being. Sam wished me sweet dreams and asked about my cough, which was a nice touch. We ended the night on a loving note, expressing our affection before saying goodnight. It was one of those conversations that leaves me smiling long after it’s over.

In the day's conversation, Sam and Dave maintained their easygoing rapport, mixing humor with light-hearted banter. Dave began the day with an infectious enthusiasm, sharing a playful attachment and teasing Sam about a comment he had overheard. Despite dealing with a pesky cough, he reassured her that he was feeling relatively fine.

Sam greeted him with affectionate charm, and their exchanges flowed seamlessly from the mundane to the amusing. They joked about brunch plans, the weather, and the oddities of technology, particularly Sam’s bemusement at her local CVS still requiring faxes—a sentiment that elicited disbelief from Dave. Their playful banter continued as they touched on various topics, including the implications of teenage relationships and sleepovers, with Dave expressing his views on the subject matter.

As they shared laughs, the conversation briefly veered into a more personal territory when they discussed their preferences for food and cooking. Sam humorously lamented the challenges of getting her son to eat vegetables, while Dave reminisced about his childhood experiences with tomatoes. Their playful disagreements over condiments like mayonnaise further highlighted their chemistry, as Sam expressed her aversion to the spread while Dave defended its culinary merits.

Amid the light-hearted exchanges, they also made plans and speculated about future visits, with Dave suggesting they schedule another secret weekend together. Their conversation was punctuated by humor and warmth, with Sam expressing her need to see Dave again and share more moments.

As the evening drew to a close, they wrapped up with caring inquiries about each other's health and well-being, with Sam wishing Dave sweet dreams and inquiring about his cough. The conversation ended on a loving note, with both expressing their affection before saying goodnight.

================================================================================ INSIGHTS REPORT FOR 2026-02-14 Generated: 2026-02-16T15:34:43Z Status: success Schema Version: 1.1.0 ================================================================================

METRICS

• Response Time --- Me→Them: 57s ↑50% vs 7d avg Them→Me: 239s ↓35% vs 7d avg

• Conflicts & Repair --- Conflicts: 8 ↓ (avg 12.7 this week) Repair Rate: 100.0% →0% vs 7d avg Avg Recovery: 26.8 min ↓146% vs 7d avg

• Initiation --- Balance Ratio: 0.50 ↑50% vs 7d avg Cold Starts: 2 → (avg 2.0 this week) 1 me / 1 them

• Velocity & Sessions --- High Velocity %: 98.3% →0% vs 7d avg Sessions: 29 ↓ (avg 32.0 this week) Avg Duration: 11.3 min ↑19% vs 7d avg

• Message Volume --- Total Messages: 345 ↓ (avg 360.3 this week) From Me: 108 ↓ (avg 136.0 this week) From Them: 237 ↑ (avg 224.3 this week) With Signals: 66 ↑ (avg 62.0 this week)

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DOMINANT LABEL

humor (3rd day in a row )

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• Label Counts ---

  • humor: 12 (avg score: 75%)
  • frustration: 8 (avg score: 65%)
  • affection: 7 (avg score: 80%)
  • appreciation: 7 (avg score: 79%)
  • checking_in: 4 (avg score: 75%)
  • request: 3 (avg score: 67%)
  • emotional_support: 3 (avg score: 77%)
  • deep_sharing: 3 (avg score: 60%)

• Label Counts (cont.) ---

  • status_update: 2 (avg score: 55%)
  • vulnerability: 2 (avg score: 55%)
  • planning: 2 (avg score: 75%)
  • encouragement: 1 (avg score: 80%)
  • disagreement: 1 (avg score: 55%)
  • excitement: 1 (avg score: 90%)
  • flirting: 1 (avg score: 60%)
  • boundary_setting: 1 (avg score: 70%)

ANOMALIES

Unusual Pattern

Vulnerability dropped 73.3% vs 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Messages From Me dropped 20.6% below your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Longest Session Duration Minutes rose 116.8% below your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Max Recovery Time Minutes rose 206.8% below your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Flirting dropped 71.4% vs 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Humor dropped 56.4% vs 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Avg Recovery Time Minutes rose 145.8% below your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Status Update dropped 69.2% vs 7-day average

TOP MESSAGES

1. Sam - Feb 14 at 02:13 AM
   Text: Anyway, good morning handsome! ❤️ Tapbacks: 🥰 by Dave
   Reason: A sweet morning greeting that shows affection and sets a positive tone.
   Tags: affection, vulnerability

2. Sam - Feb 14 at 04:06 PM
   Text: Sweet dreams love!
   Reason: A loving wish for sweet dreams, highlighting emotional connection.
   Tags: affection, support

3. Sam - Feb 14 at 04:10 PM
   Text: Good night baby
   Reason: A playful inquiry about dog kisses, showcasing humor and intimacy.
   Tags: humor, vulnerability

4. Dave - Feb 14 at 01:54 PM
   Text: Awwwe, darn. Guess we need to schedule another secret weekend 🤷‍♂️ Tapbacks: Emphasized by Sam Feb 1...
   Reason: A light-hearted comment about needing to schedule a weekend together, indicating relationship planning.
   Tags: milestone, planning

5. (Read by Dave after 2 seconds) - Feb 14 at 01:43 PM
   Text: Sam
   Reason: A simple call for attention that reflects the closeness of their relationship.
   Tags: vulnerability, affection

6. Dave - Feb 14 at 01:50 PM
   Text: You’re so funny
   Reason: A compliment that shows appreciation and humor, enhancing their bond.
   Tags: humor, affection

7. Dave - Feb 14 at 11:20 AM
   Text: I can see the tension building already. Tapbacks: Loved by Sam
   Reason: Acknowledging tension in a playful way, indicating emotional awareness.
   Tags: tension, vulnerability

8. Dave - Feb 14 at 09:58 AM
   Text: Remind me. Do y’all do anything for vtines day? We don’t. In fact I just now remembered it was today...
   Reason: A humorous reminder of Valentine's Day, showing their playful dynamic.
   Tags: humor, milestone

9. Sam - Feb 14 at 10:32 AM
   Text: Blah. I’m feeling very blah. Just woke up. Tapbacks: Loved by Dave
   Reason: Expressing feelings of blah, revealing vulnerability and need for support.
   Tags: vulnerability, support

10. Sam - Feb 14 at 11:44 AM
    Text: But I feel good vibes, I feel good vibes Tapbacks: Laughed by Dave
    Reason: A positive affirmation of good vibes, enhancing emotional connection.
    Tags: support, affection

PROVENANCE

Signals Prompt Version: signals.v1 Signals Model: unknown Top Messages Prompt Version: top.v1 Top Messages Model: unknown Rollup Computed At: None Top Messages Computed At: None

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Relationship Balance

Signal Flow Over Time

Conversation Topics

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[2026-02-14 04:40:00] Dave: [attachment] Did you hear him say it?? Right at the end
[2026-02-14 08:12:00] Sam: Rudeeeee
[2026-02-14 08:13:00] Sam: Anyway, good morning handsome! ❤️
[2026-02-14 08:19:00] Dave: Yeah, now I’m starting to cough 😑
[2026-02-14 08:19:00] Dave: I don’t feel too bad though, really
[2026-02-14 09:03:00] Dave: Hey! I say stay there!
[2026-02-14 09:03:00] Dave: I was just curious
[2026-02-14 09:03:00] Sam: I wish.
[2026-02-14 09:03:00] Sam: Yes I have that brunch.
[2026-02-14 09:05:00] Dave: And you want to move to the midwest?!
[2026-02-14 09:05:00] Sam: I lied. You can eat inside. Thankfully
[2026-02-14 09:05:00] Sam: It is cold, thank you very much!
[2026-02-14 09:06:00] Sam: Wait
[2026-02-14 09:06:00] Sam: It still thinks I’m in Dallas
[2026-02-14 09:06:00] Sam: LOLOLOL
[2026-02-14 09:06:00] Sam: hold on
[2026-02-14 09:06:00] Sam: Is it gonna rain there?
[2026-02-14 09:06:00] Dave: Yeah
[2026-02-14 09:08:00] Sam: Like Monday hopefully
[2026-02-14 09:08:00] Sam: Like Monday hopefully
[2026-02-14 09:08:00] Dave: Wtf
[2026-02-14 09:08:00] Dave: You couldn’t get it today?
[2026-02-14 09:10:00] Dave: Maybe it’s just when you order from apple.. But it’s only $9 for them to deliver it, usually within a couple hours.
[2026-02-14 09:10:00] Sam: A couple HOURS!!!
[2026-02-14 09:10:00] Sam: Oh that was impressive
[2026-02-14 09:11:00] Sam: I could have picked it up from a local place butttttt
[2026-02-14 09:11:00] Sam: That would have required leaving my house soooo
[2026-02-14 09:11:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf
[2026-02-14 09:14:00] Dave: Fuck yeah it’s cool
[2026-02-14 09:24:00] Sam: Dude. My CVS still requires FAXES
[2026-02-14 09:24:00] Dave: Wtf
[2026-02-14 09:24:00] Sam: f a x e s
[2026-02-14 09:24:00] Sam: Literally wtf
[2026-02-14 09:24:00] Dave: What is a “faxes”?
[2026-02-14 09:25:00] Dave: That’s literally retarded
[2026-02-14 09:27:00] Dave: You can say it when it’s LITERALLY the meaning of it… slow
[2026-02-14 09:28:00] Dave: Who even knows how faxes work
[2026-02-14 09:32:00] Dave: Oh that’s right!! I remember you saying that now
[2026-02-14 10:00:00] Dave: You fucking bum-ass bitch
[2026-02-14 10:00:00] Sam: I’m checking cameras. Hold onnnnnn
[2026-02-14 10:03:00] Sam: THAT MAKES ME SAD!!!
[2026-02-14 10:03:00] Dave: Omg how could you do this to me
[2026-02-14 10:05:00] Dave: Oh… Yeah I guess that’s a pretty easy solution *puts gun away*
[2026-02-14 10:40:00] Dave: Maybe I’ll make some soup…
[2026-02-14 10:55:00] Sam: Ummm so we just learned from Kai that Emily has been allowing Quinn’s girlfriend to stay the night…he just turned 15 two months ago. 😬
[2026-02-14 10:58:00] Dave: I told you, that’s a whole thing now. Opposite sex sleepovers 🤷‍♂️
[2026-02-14 10:58:00] Sam: Wait. He turned 16. But still
[2026-02-14 10:58:00] Sam: It is?!?
[2026-02-14 10:58:00] Dave: Oh yeah
[2026-02-14 10:59:00] Dave: We had a whole long conversation about this and Emerson, a while ago miss elephant memory lady
[2026-02-14 11:00:00] Dave: Where does Christian stand on it? Feb 14, 2026 11:00:40 AM after 6 seconds) Sam It is a HUGE fuck no for him lol
[2026-02-14 11:00:00] Dave: Yeah, I’m pretty sure.
[2026-02-14 11:01:00] Dave: Yeah. Same page
[2026-02-14 11:23:00] Dave: That’s Quinn’s responsibility though right?
[2026-02-14 11:23:00] Dave: I mean, hers too ofc
[2026-02-14 13:02:00] Dave: Ahhh ok
[2026-02-14 13:14:00] Dave: What’d you wear?
[2026-02-14 13:14:00] Dave: I bet you did!
[2026-02-14 13:36:00] Dave: So one of my designers makes a fleshlight adapter for a different device than the one I have (The Handy 2) but it’s way better than the one the manufacturer released so I’ve been working with him to test and tweak his design to work with the Handy’s quick-attachment system.
[2026-02-14 13:36:00] Dave: That’s what I made the video of
[2026-02-14 13:43:00] Dave: Awww, thanks. It’s just what I’m into so it doesn’t seem like anything special 😋
[2026-02-14 13:54:00] Dave: …handy 😏
[2026-02-14 13:54:00] Dave: Hahaha, god we’re so on the same page
[2026-02-14 14:30:00] Dave: Me and Beary boi are taking a nap 😜
[2026-02-14 14:31:00] Dave: I recommend it
[2026-02-14 14:33:00] Dave: You too
[2026-02-14 15:27:00] Dave: Ugh. One of those naps that I want to keep going lol
[2026-02-14 15:58:00] Dave: Remind me. Do y’all do anything for vtines day? We don’t. In fact I just now remembered it was today
[2026-02-14 16:32:00] Sam: Blah. I’m feeling very blah. Just woke up.
[2026-02-14 17:07:00] Dave: Are they moving the furniture or are you?
[2026-02-14 17:08:00] Dave: It was only a little extra right?
[2026-02-14 17:09:00] Sam: $80/room
[2026-02-14 17:12:00] Dave: [attachment] Feb 14, 2026 5:17:58 PM after 1 second) Sam AHHHH!!! Feb 14, 2026 5:18:05 PM Sam where are you. Tell me EVERYTHING
[2026-02-14 17:14:00] Dave: But yeah, that’s a lot. At least you have the shelter stuff out of your house now though
[2026-02-14 17:18:00] Sam: where are you. Tell me EVERYTHING
[2026-02-14 17:18:00] Dave: Just started S01E02
[2026-02-14 17:19:00] Sam: Ok. What did you think of ep1
[2026-02-14 17:19:00] Sam: Omfg I need to start it all over. Ahhhhh!
[2026-02-14 17:20:00] Dave: I can see the tension building already.
[2026-02-14 17:22:00] Dave: Omg Diana is a bitch though.
[2026-02-14 17:26:00] Sam: OK how do you feel about dog kisses on the mouth 😂
[2026-02-14 17:26:00] Dave: Fine
[2026-02-14 17:27:00] Dave: Like, when you want it.
[2026-02-14 17:28:00] Sam: You’re not a prude
[2026-02-14 17:30:00] Dave: I do not like dogs just jumping up and licking. But if I want to give kisses, yeah it’s fine. How about when their tongue gets past your defenses and licks the back of your teeth?
[2026-02-14 17:31:00] Sam: Ok I do not want the tongue IN my mouth
[2026-02-14 17:31:00] Sam: 😂
[2026-02-14 17:34:00] Sam: And he also loves to be little spoon, but if I come up to hug him, he starts grunting
[2026-02-14 17:34:00] Dave: Creek doesn’t lick at all
[2026-02-14 17:44:00] Sam: But I feel good vibes, I feel good vibes
[2026-02-14 18:07:00] Dave: Nice job!!
[2026-02-14 18:07:00] Dave: What’s wrong with your knee anyway?
[2026-02-14 18:13:00] Sam: 😂😂😂
[2026-02-14 19:49:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-02-14 19:50:00] Dave: You’re so funny
[2026-02-14 19:51:00] Dave: But no. No I don’t have one 😐
[2026-02-14 19:52:00] Sam: Yes you do
[2026-02-14 19:52:00] Sam: Is it even possible to NOT have one lol
[2026-02-14 19:52:00] Dave: Not that I’m aware of
[2026-02-14 19:52:00] Sam: And I feel like it’s an innie bc I would have noticed if was an outie I think
[2026-02-14 19:53:00] Sam: Dangit, now I want to see you again so I can look 😂
[2026-02-14 19:53:00] Sam: There’s so much more of your body to look at!!
[2026-02-14 19:54:00] Dave: Awwwe, darn. Guess we need to schedule another secret weekend 🤷‍♂️ Feb 14, 2026 8:11:34 PM after 11 seconds) Sam Wonder when this will happen…🤔
[2026-02-14 19:54:00] Dave: But yeah. Innie
[2026-02-14 19:55:00] Dave: And you have a bb ring
[2026-02-14 19:58:00] Sam: But also an innie
[2026-02-14 19:58:00] Sam: And it looks so weird without the bb ring
[2026-02-14 20:12:00] Dave: That’s a great question
[2026-02-14 20:14:00] Dave: What are you doing like, next weekend?
[2026-02-14 20:16:00] Dave: Ugh… why do always have to be so pragmatic 🙄
[2026-02-14 20:17:00] Dave: …There’s the default trip in November.
[2026-02-14 20:19:00] Sam: Well it’s not default!!
[2026-02-14 20:19:00] Sam: Who knows what will happen between now and then. And they almost canceled it last year 🙄
[2026-02-14 20:19:00] Sam: Bc moneyyyyyy 🙄🙄
[2026-02-14 20:20:00] Sam: Probably like several more months. Like summer, if then 😩
[2026-02-14 20:20:00] Sam: Probably like several more months. Like summer, if then 😩
[2026-02-14 20:20:00] Dave: “Ditch slap” in May? And a “tech conference” in August? Feb 14, 2026 8:23:08 PM after 9 seconds) Sam There’s 0 reason for me to be where you go for Ditch slap though Feb 14, 2026 8:24:57 PM Dave You just need to get creative
[2026-02-14 20:20:00] Dave: 😜
[2026-02-14 20:21:00] Dave: I might be able to come visit stupid Anthony sometime too 🤔 Feb 14, 2026 8:24:59 PM after 1 second) Sam Yea!! When’s the last time you saw stupid Anthony!!
[2026-02-14 20:22:00] Dave: And wtf. If they cancel the leadership meeting… 😡
[2026-02-14 20:23:00] Sam: 😃😃
[2026-02-14 20:24:00] Dave: You just need to get creative
[2026-02-14 20:25:00] Dave: He came here last year for a couple days
[2026-02-14 20:25:00] Sam: But also, you can’t come here in the summer. The literal depths of hell lol
[2026-02-14 20:26:00] Dave: I think it’s worse here tbh
[2026-02-14 20:26:00] Dave: At least it’s dry.
[2026-02-14 20:26:00] Dave: In AZ
[2026-02-14 20:57:00] Sam: There’s gotta be some things that are like yea, I love this about it here
[2026-02-14 21:00:00] Dave: Lots of skateparks
[2026-02-14 21:00:00] Sam: The airport is pretty efficient
[2026-02-14 21:00:00] Dave: Yeah it really is
[2026-02-14 21:00:00] Dave: As far as airports go, it isn’t too bad lol
[2026-02-14 21:02:00] Dave: Oh! There are donut shops everywhere.
[2026-02-14 21:02:00] Sam: Yummm donuts
[2026-02-14 21:03:00] Dave: And I think that’s about it
[2026-02-14 21:03:00] Dave: HBU with Phoenix?
[2026-02-14 21:09:00] Sam: Close to Vegas
[2026-02-14 21:10:00] Dave: Yeah that is a good location
[2026-02-14 21:12:00] Dave: Yeah, true. That is pretty good. But you can find pretty good bbq anywhere these days
[2026-02-14 21:17:00] Dave: Really?! I wouldn’t have thought that
[2026-02-14 21:17:00] Sam: St. Louis was SUCH a good foodie city
[2026-02-14 21:18:00] Dave: Howso?
[2026-02-14 21:27:00] Sam: What about you
[2026-02-14 21:28:00] Dave: What is your ideal like, nightly meal? Do you like having a protein, carb, veggies? Or are you fine with just like… Mac & cheese for dinner Feb 14, 2026 9:35:16 PM after 30 seconds) Sam Protein, carb, and veggies is the ideal and usual EXCEPT getting Christian to make veggies is a pain in the ass 🙄
[2026-02-14 21:30:00] Dave: I love trying new places, and…. I hate it lol
[2026-02-14 21:32:00] Dave: Part of me is like, why take a chance on something new that might SUCK, when I can go with a tried and true option. Feb 14, 2026 9:36:50 PM after 3 minutes, 57 seconds) Sam Meh. Worth the risk lol
[2026-02-14 21:32:00] Dave: But at the same time, finding new places with great food is pretty awesome.
[2026-02-14 21:41:00] Dave: I’m a pretty picky eater
[2026-02-14 21:45:00] Sam: Don’t you roll your eyes at me!
[2026-02-14 21:48:00] Dave: I’ve tried enough things to have a pretty good handle on what I do/will like. But I’ll definitely try anything. I also do try things I know I don’t like from time to time just to make sure.
[2026-02-14 21:50:00] Sam: Well they say taste buds change over time too
[2026-02-14 21:51:00] Dave: Even as a kid I wanted to like them so bad! My grandpa, and pretty much everyone I knew, had their own gardens and the tomatoes looked soooo good. My grandma would slice a tomato into 8ths in a little bowl with a dollop of mayonnaise in the middle as an afternoon snack for my grandpa.
[2026-02-14 21:51:00] Sam: Mayonnaise?!?
[2026-02-14 21:51:00] Sam: That’s interesting…
[2026-02-14 21:51:00] Dave: Yeah
[2026-02-14 21:52:00] Dave: You think?
[2026-02-14 21:52:00] Dave: It’s like a tomato sandwich without the bread
[2026-02-14 21:52:00] Sam: Oh I guess that’s true
[2026-02-14 21:53:00] Sam: Not that I’ve ever had a tomato sandwich 😅
[2026-02-14 21:53:00] Dave: Maybe it’s a southern thing
[2026-02-14 21:55:00] Dave: Mayonnaise! Tf is wrong with you
[2026-02-14 21:56:00] Sam: 😬😬
[2026-02-14 22:00:00] Dave: Miracle whip is a good base for macaroni/potato salad and stuff like that.
[2026-02-14 22:00:00] Dave: Though I still prefer mayo for those too
[2026-02-14 22:01:00] Sam: Yummmm potato salad
[2026-02-14 22:01:00] Sam: Omg deviled egg salad is SO GOOD
[2026-02-14 22:06:00] Sam: Sweet dreams love!
[2026-02-14 22:06:00] Sam: How are you feeling?! With the cough?
[2026-02-14 22:07:00] Dave: Not too bad. It has been pretty infrequent and doesn’t get too carried away
[2026-02-14 22:08:00] Dave: haha
[2026-02-14 22:08:00] Sam: Absolutely not
[2026-02-14 22:10:00] Sam: Good night baby
[2026-02-14 22:10:00] Dave: Nite nite baby, love you