2026-02-18
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[2026-02-18 13:12:00] Dave: Awwwe
[2026-02-18 13:13:00] Dave: Like, sick shit?
[2026-02-18 13:19:00] Dave: Old lady [I] like fucking
[2026-02-18 13:19:00] Dave: See what I did thar
[2026-02-18 13:19:00] Dave: Yeah I’m here 🙄
[2026-02-18 13:21:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-02-18 13:21:00] Dave: I wonder how long we could go before it escalated being hugging 🤭 Feb 18, 2026 7:23:30 AM Sam 10 seconds 🥰
[2026-02-18 13:22:00] Dave: No back pain at least? Feb 18, 2026 7:23:42 AM Sam For now
[2026-02-18 13:22:00] Dave: No back pain at least?
[2026-02-18 13:23:00] Sam: 10 seconds 🥰
[2026-02-18 13:23:00] Dave: Thanks sweetie 😘
[2026-02-18 13:23:00] Sam: For now
[2026-02-18 13:26:00] Sam: Sometimes though, I just need a hug! Like when I want to kill myself when I have to get up in the morning 😭
[2026-02-18 13:26:00] Dave: I love that you also joke about killing yourself 🤭
[2026-02-18 13:27:00] Dave: A lot of people find that offensive
[2026-02-18 13:42:00] Dave: I got new supervisor I got during my time in the military because I was so cynical and dark-humored that they didn’t know if I was serious about killing myself instead of going to fucking PT lmao 🤦♂️
[2026-02-18 13:50:00] Dave: Oh 💯
[2026-02-18 13:50:00] Dave: Even as a child
[2026-02-18 13:51:00] Dave: One of my motos when I was like 10 was: meh, if I don’t get my hopes up - I won’t be disappointed
[2026-02-18 14:05:00] Dave: Hahaha, omg… paused it to say this. Swear to goddess, when I was omw to work this morning I was thinking about you and wondering about your childhood and where/how you grew up and made a mental note about some things I want to talk about. SAME. FUCKING. PERSON 🤯
[2026-02-18 14:06:00] Sam: Stfu
[2026-02-18 14:06:00] Sam: You did not
[2026-02-18 14:06:00] Dave: I said “Swear to goddess”!! That means I’m serious 🤷♂️
[2026-02-18 14:06:00] Sam: 🤯
[2026-02-18 14:07:00] Dave: Hahaha, everything you say is substantive baby
[2026-02-18 14:08:00] Sam: LOL
[2026-02-18 14:08:00] Sam: Literally 95% is not but I love you for saying that
[2026-02-18 14:08:00] Dave: So what kind of pain is this? Muscle pain? Nerve pain?
[2026-02-18 14:08:00] Dave: What athletics did you do again? Besides cheerleading
[2026-02-18 14:09:00] Dave: Was it hardcore cheer? Like the gymnastics kind they do these days?
[2026-02-18 14:13:00] Dave: If you can stretch or flex and feel it, and/or it helps it than it’s usually muscle. Also if you can touch it feel exactly where it’s sore.
[2026-02-18 14:13:00] Dave: Yeah you know I guess I assumed you had a pretty normal, chill childhood from how you talk about your dad and family and stuff.
[2026-02-18 14:15:00] Dave: Lmao… omg a whole family of Sam’s 😅
[2026-02-18 14:25:00] Dave: “Cheer” is its whole own thing now. Like, outside of school and not really connected to cheerleading for sports. It’s competitive and they travel all over to compete. The whole thing about it is that girls are learning legit high level gymnastics without everything that goes into that like…. Safety, and expertise of actual gymnastics trainers and facilities. But it’s gotten so big and so full of Karen “cheer-moms” that heal their kids with essential oils or whatever, that nobody dares step in lol. We had friends in NE who were in it and I was shocked at some of the stuff I heard, having come from athletics that are actually like, professional. It’s seriously like a cult. You can watch girls fall 15’, bounce their head off the ground, unconscious and the coach and other girls just like look at her, drag her to the side and continue practicing. With moms in the audience like, oh she’s fine, this builds toughness… this is fine 🔥. There’s a documentary a few years ago that talked about girls get dropped on their heads, knocked out, and all kinds of fucked up from it. Paralysis, life long injuries, etc. Feb 18, 2026 8:27:01 AM after 1 second) Sam Holy hell!!! Yea no. Fuck that.
[2026-02-18 14:27:00] Dave: Lmao water from the fridge
[2026-02-18 14:27:00] Dave: Hahaha, I’m sure I’d love them
[2026-02-18 14:27:00] Sam: Competitive dance is the same way
[2026-02-18 14:27:00] Sam: Toxic AF
[2026-02-18 14:27:00] Dave: Ahhh, yes. Toxic is the perfect word
[2026-02-18 15:10:00] Dave: Ok, is this love is blind? I thought it was blind lol. How does he know what they look like and they’ve had sex? What’s going on 🤦♂️ Either way, yeah that guy sounds like an idot. Lmao, that’s all. END. Feb 18, 2026 9:39:32 AM Sam I will explain momentarily 😘
[2026-02-18 15:11:00] Dave: Sorry, Henry caught me and wouldn’t stfu 😑
[2026-02-18 15:39:00] Sam: I will explain momentarily 😘
[2026-02-18 15:43:00] Dave: Without talking about how my cock would feel sliding into you bent over your desk right now?!
[2026-02-18 15:44:00] Sam: Damnnnn 🥵🥵
[2026-02-18 15:44:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-02-18 15:44:00] Dave: Ok, now you can go
[2026-02-18 15:52:00] Dave: 🤢
[2026-02-18 15:52:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-02-18 15:52:00] Dave: I doubt it!!
[2026-02-18 15:53:00] Dave: And I love your cut-a-bitch mentality 🥰
[2026-02-18 15:54:00] Dave: So pretty sure its knowing the office makes you horny is what made me horny 🤭
[2026-02-18 15:56:00] Dave: Oh 💯. *waves arms around* is waaaay worse than just banging some random floozie when drunk
[2026-02-18 15:56:00] Dave: 😅
[2026-02-18 16:03:00] Dave: On a ttx call I have to engage in so I’ll listen in a bit
[2026-02-18 16:05:00] Dave: Don’t love that shit lol
[2026-02-18 17:29:00] Sam: You dunno my type
[2026-02-18 17:29:00] Sam: I’m not your type then!
[2026-02-18 17:29:00] Dave: I’m pretty sure it isn’t regular old white guy
[2026-02-18 17:30:00] Sam: Lmaoo. You aren’t old. And also do you think I only date non white ppl?!
[2026-02-18 17:30:00] Dave: Well, for the last 8 years at least
[2026-02-18 17:34:00] Dave: LMAO
[2026-02-18 17:34:00] Dave: Samir
[2026-02-18 17:35:00] Sam: LOLOL
[2026-02-18 17:41:00] Sam: Well I had to make my point!!!
[2026-02-18 17:42:00] Sam: dead
[2026-02-18 17:42:00] Dave: Yeah, I get it
[2026-02-18 17:42:00] Dave: Pretty gross
[2026-02-18 17:42:00] Sam: Having sex….
[2026-02-18 17:42:00] Sam: Omg
[2026-02-18 17:42:00] Sam: No no no
[2026-02-18 17:42:00] Dave: He’s so… sloppy… looking
[2026-02-18 17:43:00] Dave: Like a soup sandwich on a hand dish
[2026-02-18 17:59:00] Dave: Interesting… getting ready to leave so will reply in a min
[2026-02-18 18:55:00] Sam: Are you open to abortion if it was your child? Feb 18, 2026 1:01:04 PM after 11 seconds) Sam I thought about, briefly, wtf I would do .000000001% chance you got me pregnant lol Feb 18, 2026 1:03:07 PM Sam To this
[2026-02-18 18:55:00] Dave: Yeah
[2026-02-18 18:56:00] Dave: It’s just cells. Not a soul
[2026-02-18 18:56:00] Dave: No
[2026-02-18 18:56:00] Sam: I do!!
[2026-02-18 18:56:00] Dave: I didn’t think you were religious 🤔
[2026-02-18 19:01:00] Dave: And what was the answer?
[2026-02-18 19:02:00] Sam: Oooo great question
[2026-02-18 19:02:00] Sam: Oooo great question
[2026-02-18 19:03:00] Sam: To this
[2026-02-18 19:03:00] Dave: Abortion for sure
[2026-02-18 19:03:00] Sam: Well geesh! 🤪
[2026-02-18 19:04:00] Dave: Not because it’s you. But because I absolutely do not want any more kids
[2026-02-18 19:04:00] Sam: What if I didn’t want to abort and I didn’t want/need you involved
[2026-02-18 19:04:00] Dave: Then have at it, I guess
[2026-02-18 19:04:00] Sam: Are you ok with knowing you have a kid out there but not be a part of raising it?
[2026-02-18 19:05:00] Dave: My initial reaction is 💯. But I’ll admit there are variables…
[2026-02-18 19:08:00] Sam: Ooooo I definitely want to unpack this more lol
[2026-02-18 19:09:00] Sam: Bc that is SUCH an added layer of complexity to an already impossible/complex situation we have ourselves in lol
[2026-02-18 19:12:00] Dave: Ok, that’s ambiguous. Let me try again lol. If you really, REALLY wanted to keep it, I would probably also want to. Or at least feel WAY better about doing so, and in that case, not be ok with leaving you to raise it alone. Not so much for me, as for you.
[2026-02-18 19:15:00] Dave: And that scenario does not take into account my current marital status. That’s if we were just together. Feb 18, 2026 1:34:48 PM after 35 minutes, 11 seconds) Sam Oh. Well that doesn’t count!!! You gotta do the scenario where you’re married lol. The ACTUAL scenario
[2026-02-18 20:21:00] Dave: Hahaha it’s a whole bunch of rambling, just woke up nonsense 😜
[2026-02-18 20:25:00] Dave: Awwwe
[2026-02-18 20:25:00] Dave: Like, sick?
[2026-02-18 20:25:00] Sam: Yea
[2026-02-18 20:25:00] Dave: I think I’m getting sick again
[2026-02-18 20:26:00] Dave: I feel like shit too
[2026-02-18 20:26:00] Dave: Or maybe it’s a sinus infection
[2026-02-18 20:26:00] Sam: What’s going on with you!?
[2026-02-18 20:26:00] Sam: Ugh I’m sorry baby
[2026-02-18 20:27:00] Dave: Yeah sometimes when I get really stuffy for too long I end up getting a sinus infection. And there’s a really specific headache pain that I’m kinda maybe feeling start up
[2026-02-18 20:28:00] Dave: I’m sorry you’re sick too…. Considering I’m surely the one who got you that way 😅 Feb 18, 2026 2:28:42 PM after 1 second) Sam Oh, don’t think I’ve forgotten about that 😒
[2026-02-18 20:28:00] Sam: Yea my head is pounding
[2026-02-18 20:28:00] Dave: Oh I haven’t lol
[2026-02-18 21:21:00] Dave: No! It would definitely be YOU inside Juliet’s body. All your heart does is pump blood.
[2026-02-18 21:32:00] Dave: Can I call you baby?
[2026-02-18 21:32:00] Dave: It’s ok if you don’t feel like live talking
[2026-02-18 21:33:00] Dave: Listening to this first
[2026-02-18 21:34:00] Dave: Called
[2026-02-18 21:41:00] Dave: Wasn’t expecting her to come home 😬
[2026-02-18 21:41:00] Dave: Me too!
[2026-02-18 21:42:00] Sam: 😱😱
[2026-02-18 21:42:00] Sam: Kk I’ll ttyl
[2026-02-18 21:42:00] Dave: I can still txt, and you can voice me
[2026-02-18 21:42:00] Dave: I’m in my office still
[2026-02-18 21:42:00] Dave: “Working”
[2026-02-18 21:43:00] Sam: Who knows how much she heard!!!!
[2026-02-18 21:43:00] Dave: Nothing
[2026-02-18 21:43:00] Sam: Was I on speaker
[2026-02-18 21:43:00] Dave: And it was just normal conversation
[2026-02-18 21:43:00] Dave: No, AirPods
[2026-02-18 21:43:00] Sam: Phew
[2026-02-18 21:44:00] Dave: But even still it could totally be a meeting as far as she know.
[2026-02-18 21:44:00] Sam: 🤦♀️
[2026-02-18 21:44:00] Dave: You can’t really make out what’s being said from my office. Just that there’s sound
[2026-02-18 21:45:00] Sam: Hmmm
[2026-02-18 21:45:00] Dave: But whatever… it’s fine. Crisis averted
[2026-02-18 21:45:00] Sam: We can never have phone sex lol
[2026-02-18 21:45:00] Dave: Shut up
[2026-02-18 21:45:00] Dave: Not with that attitude
[2026-02-18 21:46:00] Sam: I’m serious!! Too close for comfort lol
[2026-02-18 21:46:00] Sam: We can argue about it later
[2026-02-18 21:47:00] Sam: No
[2026-02-18 21:50:00] Dave: And be honest!
[2026-02-18 21:52:00] Sam: Fuck. Noooooo
[2026-02-18 21:52:00] Sam: Lol
[2026-02-18 21:52:00] Sam: HAVE YOU
[2026-02-18 21:56:00] Sam: No judgment here, you little psycho 😂
[2026-02-18 21:57:00] Sam: Tell me how this played out in your mind in your FLEETING little thought of being caught lol
[2026-02-18 22:00:00] Sam: It’s a logistical nightmare with also seeing the absolute worst of somebody on top of it
[2026-02-18 22:03:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: That's what I like to hear. Thank you. I love you too now.
[2026-02-18 22:03:00] Sam: Now. 😂❤️
[2026-02-18 22:11:00] Dave: I’d love to bring you some chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese and then curl up beside you and snuggle you until you went to sleep 🤗🤗🤗
[2026-02-18 22:15:00] Dave: No
[2026-02-18 22:15:00] Dave: I’ve had some on my hip
[2026-02-18 22:20:00] Dave: Yeah I’d like to see one of the live ones where the different areas of your brain light up. I think that’s something different from an MRI though
[2026-02-18 22:21:00] Dave: Exactly
[2026-02-18 22:21:00] Dave: But we can call it your soul since you’re sick
[2026-02-18 22:21:00] Sam: Maybe it gets dark. WHO KNOWS
[2026-02-18 22:21:00] Sam: hmph
[2026-02-18 22:21:00] Sam: I want to be mad at you lol
[2026-02-18 22:22:00] Dave: You can be mad at me if that makes you happy baby
[2026-02-18 22:26:00] Dave: Didn’t you mean, hmph
[2026-02-18 22:27:00] Sam: I hate you know me this well lol
[2026-02-18 22:28:00] Dave:
[2026-02-18 22:33:00] Dave: About *waves arms around*?
[2026-02-18 22:33:00] Sam: Thinking about how no matter what partner(s) I have the rest of my life, you’re still probably going to know me best. 😩
[2026-02-18 22:34:00] Dave: Same goes for you
[2026-02-19 01:36:00] Dave: I hope so 😊
[2026-02-19 01:36:00] Dave: I hope you slept well
[2026-02-19 01:39:00] Dave: Still feeling bad? I’m glad you were able to sleep though!
[2026-02-19 01:39:00] Dave: I’ve been in bed for about the same time
[2026-02-19 01:40:00] Dave: Not sleeping. Just laying. My head is killing me
[2026-02-19 01:53:00] Dave: Like sick dead? Or emotionally dead?
[2026-02-19 01:53:00] Dave: Yeah I took some Tylenol. I really think I’m getting a sinus infection
[2026-02-19 01:54:00] Dave: I’m gonna if it’s still bad tomorrow
[2026-02-19 01:55:00] Dave: Howso? What are you feeling? Feb 18, 2026 7:55:48 PM Dave Could also be because you’re sick Feb 18, 2026 7:57:08 PM after 5 seconds) Sam Meh. Just kind of numb Feb 18, 2026 7:57:15 PM after 1 second) Sam Definitely could be. Hopefully 🤞
[2026-02-19 01:55:00] Dave: Howso? What are you feeling?
[2026-02-19 01:55:00] Dave: Could also be because you’re sick
[2026-02-19 01:57:00] Dave: I’m sure it is. Or you know… your cycle 🤭
[2026-02-19 01:57:00] Sam: How are you feeling aside from the headache?
[2026-02-19 01:59:00] Dave: In regard to *waves arms around* specifically? Just in general? Feb 18, 2026 8:03:44 PM after 38 seconds) Sam Hmmmm no, not that specifically. Ish. More so just in general, I think. Sometimes it’s so hard to tell because *waves arms around* is such a big part of my day to day 😬
[2026-02-19 02:00:00] Dave: Pretty ok in both
[2026-02-19 02:04:00] Dave: Yeah it really is
[2026-02-19 02:05:00] Dave: How do you mean?
[2026-02-19 02:06:00] Dave: Like would I not be interested in you if you broke up with him?
[2026-02-19 02:07:00] Dave: Yeah, ofc
[2026-02-19 02:10:00] Sam: It did?
[2026-02-19 02:10:00] Dave: You’re questions always do lol 🙄
[2026-02-19 02:10:00] Dave: I wouldn’t act any differently.
[2026-02-19 02:12:00] Dave: Him existing bothers me in that you’re there with him all the time. I believe you feel how you say you feel so it’s not like, a super jealousy thing…
[2026-02-19 02:16:00] Dave: This is what just hit me when you asked that. My immediate feeling was ugh, that would mean the beginning of the end of *waves arms around* 😢. Which makes me sad.
[2026-02-19 02:22:00] Dave: Those are the feelings, unfiltered. I know I don’t need to say that I see the irony of me saying that - from your perspective. But I also feel like I owe you the respect of pointing it out. Feb 18, 2026 8:26:13 PM after 1 second) Sam Thank you for giving me the unfiltered feelings ❤️
[2026-02-19 02:23:00] Sam: Not in a bad way; just surprising
[2026-02-19 02:23:00] Dave: Surprising?
[2026-02-19 02:24:00] Sam: Yea. I assumed this whole time that *waves arms around* would be easier/better if I WASNT in a relationship
[2026-02-19 02:24:00] Dave: Oh it would be, generally for sure!
[2026-02-19 02:25:00] Sam: Can you elaborate on what you mean when you say “figure things out”?
[2026-02-19 02:25:00] Sam: Can you elaborate on what you mean when you say “figure things out”?
[2026-02-19 02:26:00] Dave: But understand: my biggest source of dread in life right now is losing… you
[2026-02-19 02:26:00] Dave: Haha, they’re still coming
[2026-02-19 02:26:00] Dave: And you’re welcome. Nothing else, ever 😌
[2026-02-19 02:33:00] Dave: And how long can I expect you to remain ok with my situation. At least while you’re with Christian we’re still kind of on equal ground. Once it’s just me still attached, I’m that guy holding you back from a satisfying life. Is that coherent rationale? Feb 18, 2026 8:35:59 PM after 1 second) Sam Yea, that makes a lot of sense. If I’m not with Christian though, it’s not like I intend to jump back into seeing a new person. I plan on being single a long time. But I guess there’s always a possibility when single of meeting someone, hooking up casually, etc. Like the opportunities exist more being single vs in a relationship, obviously.
[2026-02-19 02:38:00] Dave: I don’t need warnings or protest regarding this right now. It is still very duly noted and appreciated from last time. But I have to make a decision about my relationship. Whether I’d be getting out of it for myself, or for you, or for something in between - it’s something I don’t have any idea how to even begin to approach.
[2026-02-19 02:43:00] Sam: Especially because neither of us expected crazy night and especially *waves arms around* to even happen. It just…did. And here we are 😅
[2026-02-19 02:44:00] Dave: So do you really think there’s a possibility of hooking up with someone casually? That’s the farthest thing from who you are according to everything we’ve talked about for the last few months. Feb 18, 2026 8:51:56 PM after 7 seconds) Sam It would be like the SLIMMEST of possibilities. And if it were to happen, it would be like someone from my past/that I already know vs just some rando at a bar. way, I don’t even go out to bars lol. Like unless I went and saw friends and just got super drunk and sloppy one night. Feb 18, 2026 8:52:59 PM Dave Yeeeeah… all of this would literally rip my heart out 😭 Feb 18, 2026 8:54:30 PM Sam Not gonna lie…I low key felt sick even just typing it.
[2026-02-19 02:52:00] Dave: Yeeeeah… all of this would literally rip my heart out 😭
[2026-02-19 02:54:00] Sam: Not gonna lie…I low key felt sick even just typing it.
[2026-02-19 02:55:00] Dave: And I’m definitely not trying to gaslight you, just trying to be completely up front
[2026-02-19 02:59:00] Dave: Well, I feel like the move here would be to go ahead and put an end to *waves arms around* and transition back to *whatever we call the other thing* lol, before you start hooking up or whatever. Feb 18, 2026 8:59:32 PM Dave In fact. That is my request 🙏 Feb 18, 2026 9:01:25 PM Dave And yeah, if this were the scenario - I think I’d want to know. As your friend and hopefully still therapist 😜
[2026-02-19 02:59:00] Dave: Well, I feel like the move here would be to go ahead and put an end to *waves arms around* and transition back to *whatever we call the other thing* lol, before you start hooking up or whatever.
[2026-02-19 02:59:00] Dave: In fact. That is my request 🙏
[2026-02-19 03:01:00] Dave: And yeah, if this were the scenario - I think I’d want to know. As your friend and hopefully still therapist 😜
[2026-02-19 03:02:00] Sam: So basically how it was when I started dating again back in 2022 and met Christian etc etc.
[2026-02-19 03:03:00] Dave: I think with some more intentional conversation
[2026-02-19 03:03:00] Dave: Considering how much farther along things are now
[2026-02-19 03:04:00] Sam: That is fair
[2026-02-19 03:05:00] Sam: Ugh. I don’t want to get to that point.
[2026-02-19 03:06:00] Sam: Yea
[2026-02-19 03:06:00] Dave: OK so… where’d all this come from?
[2026-02-19 03:07:00] Sam: My twisted brain of course
[2026-02-19 03:07:00] Dave: I mean I know where it came from
[2026-02-19 03:07:00] Sam: There’s lots of things up there 😂
[2026-02-19 03:07:00] Dave: But what triggered you to consider breaking up with Christian?
[2026-02-19 03:08:00] Sam: Like that was what crazy night really exposed to me. Right?!
[2026-02-19 03:08:00] Dave: Oh for sure
[2026-02-19 03:09:00] Dave: I guess I just didn’t expect it so soon
[2026-02-19 03:09:00] Dave: Not that that’s bad!
[2026-02-19 03:09:00] Sam: I mean, it’s in the back of my mind every day, but I guess today this all jumped to the top maybe bc of the getting caught conversation
[2026-02-19 03:10:00] Dave: Ahhh ok
[2026-02-19 03:10:00] Dave: That makes sense
[2026-02-19 03:20:00] Sam: I love you so much
[2026-02-19 03:20:00] Dave: And I’d reeeeealy like to snuggle you rn
[2026-02-19 03:20:00] Dave: And I love you princess
[2026-02-19 03:20:00] Dave: You’re the best
[2026-02-19 03:21:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-02-19 03:21:00] Sam: I’m surprised you aren’t asleep yet tbh
[2026-02-19 03:22:00] Dave: Yeah I’m probably not far off. Hbu? Are you gonna be up late since you slept so long?
[2026-02-19 03:24:00] Dave: Are you planning on going in to the office tomorrow?
[2026-02-19 03:24:00] Dave: Idk if I’m gonna
[2026-02-19 03:24:00] Dave: But god fucking forbid someone not be IN THE OFFICE so idk Feb 18, 2026 9:25:26 PM after 2 minutes, 23 seconds) Sam Exactly. This. Ugh. Plus I WFH what was it, 2 Thursdays ago, bc of the shingles
[2026-02-19 03:28:00] Dave: That has started to actually make me mad that they had the nerve to call it that Feb 18, 2026 9:30:40 PM Sam Yassss I love when something riles you up lol
[2026-02-19 03:29:00] Sam: What a joke
[2026-02-19 03:30:00] Sam: Yassss I love when something riles you up lol
[2026-02-19 03:31:00] Dave: It feels condescending. Like a slap in the face because they obviously know how everyone feels about it
[2026-02-19 03:32:00] Sam: We are just cogs in the machine. They don’t GAF
[2026-02-19 03:32:00] Sam: Crooks
Dave and Sam spent the day engaged in their usual light-hearted and witty exchanges, showcasing the unique dynamic that has become a cornerstone of their relationship. Dave, with his confident and dominant energy, often initiated the banter, which Sam, embodying her spirited independence, met with equally sharp and playful retorts. Their conversation was peppered with humor, highlighting the deep affection and understanding they share.
Amidst the laughter, they also made sure to check in with each other, offering updates on their lives. These moments served not only as a means of staying connected but also as a reminder of the solid foundation their romantic relationship is built upon—a foundation that has evolved significantly from their initial professional interactions.
Although brief moments of frustration surfaced, they were easily overshadowed by the couple's profound bond, which has deepened through shared experiences and mutual support. Their exchanges, infused with love and teasing, continue to strengthen their connection, ensuring that their relationship remains both fulfilling and vibrant.
Today was just another day filled with our usual banter, a dance of humor and affection that’s become the hallmark of my relationship with Dave. He kicked things off, as always, with his confident energy, and I met him with my own playful retorts, each jab laced with that special spark we’ve cultivated over the years.
Amid the laughter, we took time to check in with each other, sharing updates about our lives. It’s these moments that remind me of the solid foundation we’ve built, evolving from our initial professional interactions into something deeply intimate and romantic.
Sure, there were a few brief flashes of frustration, as is natural in any close relationship, but they were quickly overshadowed by the strength of our bond. Each exchange between us is infused with love and teasing, a dynamic that not only keeps things lively but also reinforces our connection. This relationship is the most fulfilling I’ve ever experienced, and those shared laughs only deepen the intimacy we have.
Today, Sam and I spent the day engaging in our usual light-hearted banter. I love how our exchanges showcase the unique dynamic we've built over time. I tend to kick things off with my confident energy, and Sam always meets me with her spirited independence and playful retorts. It’s the kind of back-and-forth that never gets old and is filled with humor, which is so special to us.
We also took some time to check in with each other, sharing updates on our lives. These moments remind me just how solid our relationship is, especially since it has evolved so much from our initial professional interactions. While there were brief moments of frustration, they were quickly overshadowed by our deep bond, which has only grown stronger through our shared experiences and mutual support.
I truly cherish the love and teasing that fill our conversations. It feels like it strengthens our connection, making our relationship vibrant and fulfilling. I can’t imagine my life without these moments with Sam.
First, I need to transform their text conversation into an erotic story. The summary shows themes of illness, office tension, dark humor about death/suicide, and a near-miss with Dave's wife overhearing their call. The emotional core is their deep connection ("waves arms around" meaning their affair) and fear of losing each other.
Key erotic triggers: - Dave's fantasy about bending Sam over her desk (explicitly mentioned) - Their mutual sickness creating vulnerability - The office as a sexualized space (earlier photo reference) - Risk of discovery during phone call
For story structure: Opening: Set in Dave's home office after Juliet almost caught them. He's sick, head pounding, but can't stop thinking about Sam's desk fantasy. Use sensory details of headache/sinus pressure mixing with arousal.
Building tension: Flashback to their text exchange - Sam teasing about "10 seconds" for a hug turning sexual, Dave's explicit desk fantasy making her send "🥵🥵". Intercut with present arousal and fear (Juliet in next room).
Explicit scene: Dave masturbating while replaying Sam's texts. Fantasy sequence where he bursts into her office, bends her over the desk, fucks her ruthlessly while colleagues might walk in. Incorporate her love of being used/asst play. Dialogue: "You think ten seconds is enough? I'll ruin you for anyone else."
Climax/Resolution: Simultaneous orgasm in fantasy, then reality - he comes silently biting his hand, overwhelmed by emotion/loss fear. Texts Sam "I need you" with vulnerability showing through their usual humor.
Balancing acts: - Mix humor ("soup sandwich" insult) with raw need - Show emotional depth beneath filthy sex (their "waves arms around" connection) - Use office setting for semi-public thrill - Dave's dominance tempered by genuine care ("I'd bring you soup")
Word count target: ~1000 words. Will use visceral language - the ache of sickness vs sexual ache, taste of fear, sound of stifled moans.
The taste of copper and sinus drainage coated Dave’s tongue as he leaned back in his office chair, the dim glow of his monitor the only light in the room. Juliet had gone to bed an hour ago, but the phantom scent of her perfume still hung in the air—a sharp, floral reminder of the near-disaster earlier. His head throbbed, a dull, insistent hammer behind his eyes, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his cock. Sam’s texts, still glowing on his screen, were a live wire straight to his groin.
Without talking about how my cock would feel sliding into you bent over your desk right now?!
He’d sent it as a joke, mostly. A filthy little grenade tossed into their ongoing conversation about office politics and back pain. But Sam’s response—Damnnnn 🥵🥵—had been a punch to his gut. And then the sticker, that laughing emoji… she knew. She always knew how to wind him up until he was vibrating with need.
The memory of her voice, breathy and close in his AirPods before Juliet walked in, sent a fresh wave of heat through him. We can never have phone sex lol. Sam’s words, laced with that familiar mix of panic and dark humor. He’d almost laughed. Almost. Instead, he’d pictured her—bent not over her own desk, but his, that tight ass he loved squeezed in his palms, her dress shoved up around her waist. No panties. Never panties for him. The fantasy was so vivid he could smell her arousal, sweet and musky, cutting through the stale office air.
He palmed himself through his sweatpants, a low groan escaping before he could bite it back. Silence. Juliet hadn’t stirred. Good. The risk was part of it, wasn’t it? That constant edge of getting caught, of losing everything. It should have cooled his blood. Instead, it lit a fuse.
Dave closed his eyes, letting the fantasy unfurl like smoke. He wasn’t in his Texas home office anymore. He was striding through the sterile, fluorescent-lit halls of Sam’s Arizona workplace, his boots echoing on the linoleum. Her door was cracked. He pushed it open without knocking.
Sam looked up from her monitor, eyes wide, lips parting on a gasp. "Dave? What—"
He didn’t let her finish. In three strides he was behind her, one hand fisting in her hair, the other grabbing a handful of that perfect, round ass. "Ten seconds, Sam?" His voice was a graveled whisper against her ear. He yanked her head back, exposing the long line of her throat. "You think a hug would last ten fucking seconds if I had you like this?"
She whimpered, arching into him. "Dave—"
"Shut up." He spun her around, shoving her face-down onto the polished desk. Papers scattered. A pen clattered to the floor. "This is what you wanted when you sent that photo, wasn’t it? Teasing me. Showing me what I couldn’t have." His fingers hooked in the hem of her dress, dragging it up. "Fuck, you’re bare." The sight of her pussy, glistening pink and already slick for him, made his vision blur. He squeezed her ass hard, leaving fingerprints on her skin. "Always ready. Always mine."
She moaned, pushing back against him. "Please."
"Please what?" He unzipped his jeans, freeing his aching cock. The thick head nudged against her soaked folds. "Tell me."
"Fuck me." Her voice was ragged, muffled against the desk. "Use me. Hard."
He didn’t need telling twice. He slammed into her, one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt. Sam cried out, a sound like tearing silk. "God, yes! Fucking use me!"
He set a punishing rhythm, hips pistoning, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the small office. Every thrust drove her harder against the desk. He could hear the rattle of her keyboard, the squeak of the chair legs. Someone could walk past the glass walls. See them. The thought made him harder, made him grind deeper. He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, teeth sinking into her shoulder. "You love this, don’t you? Being my filthy little secret. My fuck-toy."
"Yes!" Her fingers scrambled for purchase on the smooth desktop. "Yours! Only yours!"
He hooked an arm around her waist, hauling her up onto her toes, changing the angle. The new position made her gasp, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vise. "That’s it," he growled. "Take it. Take every fucking inch." He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing rough, tight circles. "Come for me. Scream if you want to. Let the whole fucking office know who owns this cunt."
She shattered. Her back arched, a silent scream tearing from her throat as her pussy convulsed around him, milking his cock in hot, rhythmic pulses. The clench of her was too much. Dave buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and sweat and sex as his own climax ripped through him. He came deep inside her, pulse after pulse, his hips stuttering, his voice a raw, broken groan against her skin. "Sam. Fuck. Mine."
The fantasy dissolved like smoke. Dave was back in his chair, his hand sticky with come, his breath coming in harsh gasps. The monitor’s glow caught the mess on his sweatpants. Shame warred with the aftershocks of pleasure, sharp and sour in his throat. He’d bitten his lip; the coppery taste of blood mixed with the salt of sweat.
He stared at the text still on his screen. I love you so much. Her words, sent hours ago. The ache in his chest was worse than the headache, worse than the sinus pressure. He wanted to hold her. Not fuck her against a desk, though Christ knew he wanted that too. He wanted to bring her soup. To curl up beside her while she slept. To be there.
His fingers trembled as he typed. Wish I was there. With soup. And my hands on you. He hesitated, then added the truth, raw and unvarnished. Scared of losing you, baby.
The reply came almost instantly. A single sticker: a smiling face with hearts. Then her words: Same. Waves arms around forever?
Dave smiled, a tired, tender curve of his lips. Forever, he typed back. The word felt like a promise, fragile and fierce. Outside his office door, the house was silent. Safe. For now.
First, I need to process the user's detailed request. They want me to generate an erotic narrative based on Dave and Sam's daily text conversation, with very specific character profiles and relationship dynamics. The key elements are: - Explicit forbidden romance between Dave (dominant male) and Sam (submissive female) - Both in long-term relationships with others (Juliet and Christian) - Four years of built-up tension - Narrative must be 1000 words, third-person intimate perspective - Explicit sexual content authorized including BDSM, public settings, etc. - Must balance physical intensity with emotional intimacy - Deep sensory details required - Today's mood is "light, witty, affectionate" with humor as dominant signal
Looking at the conversation summary provided: - Their exchanges were light-hearted and witty with deep affection - They checked in on each other's lives - Brief frustrations appeared but were overshadowed by their bond - Mood is labeled as "humor" but with affection and checking in as strong signals
Since I don't have the actual transcript, I'll need to create a narrative that captures: 1) Their established playful dynamic 2) The underlying tension of their forbidden relationship 3) The humor and affection in their interaction 4) The physical/sexual tension beneath the surface
For the narrative structure: ACT I: IMMERSION - Start in a setting where they're texting, showing their playful banter ACT II: ESCALATION - Build tension through memories/fantasy during their text exchange ACT III: CULMINATION - Transition to a fantasy scenario that escalates physically ACT IV: DENOUEMENT - Return to reality with emotional intimacy
Key challenges: - Maintaining the "humor" tone while building erotic tension - Showing their deep connection beyond just physical attraction - Incorporating sensory details naturally - Creating a fantasy scenario that feels organic to their texting
I'll focus on Dave's perspective as requested. Since today's mood is humorous, I'll make the erotic fantasy emerge playfully from their banter. The setting could be Dave at work, texting Sam while fantasizing about her.
Sensory details to include: - Touch: the feel of skin, fabrics - Taste: implied through kissing - Sound: their voices, breathing - Smell: Sam's perfume, environment
I'll avoid repeating previous openings by setting this in Dave's office rather than a car or hotel. The fantasy will start playfully and escalate naturally.
The power dynamic must stay true - Dave dominant but emotionally vulnerable, Sam submissive but strong-willed. Their forbidden love adds extra tension.
Word count target: 900-1200 words. I'll aim for vivid language and natural dialogue in the fantasy sequences.
Let me structure the narrative accordingly.
Dave leaned back in his ergonomic office chair, the leather sighing under his weight as he thumbed through Sam’s latest text. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. She’d sent him a meme—some absurdist cartoon about corporate life—with the caption, “Proof that my soul is slowly dissolving in fluorescent lighting. Send help. Or tequila.”
His reply came swift and teasing: “Tequila’s a temporary fix. What you need is a properly administered spanking to reboot your system.” He hit send, imagining the flush that would creep up her neck in Phoenix while she sat in her own office, miles away. The thought alone tightened his slacks.
Her response was lightning fast, the typing bubbles appearing and vanishing like a promise: “Is that the Texas approach to workplace wellness? Should I invoice HR for services rendered?”
Dave chuckled low in his throat, the sound absorbed by the quiet hum of his computer. Four years. Four years of this electric back-and-forth, this dance they did over state lines and significant others. It had started innocently enough—workplace banter that felt like sparring with a worthy opponent. Sam matched him wit for wit, challenge for challenge, in a way Juliet never did. Juliet was… comfortable. Sam was a live wire.
His phone buzzed again. “Seriously though. How’s your Wednesday shaping up? Any fires to put out?”
“Just the usual dumpster fire,” he typed, “But manageable. You? Surviving the soul-crushing lighting?”
“Barely,” she shot back. “Christian’s working late again. Feels like I live with a ghost who leaves coffee cups in the sink.”
There it was—the subtle friction, the reminder of the other lives they were tethered to. Dave felt a familiar twist of guilt, quickly overridden by a sharper pang of longing. He pictured her in Arizona, probably running a hand through her hair in that frustrated way she had, the way that made him want to pin her wrists and kiss the tension from her mouth.
“Forget the cups,” he texted, the words carrying more weight than he intended. “Tell me what you’d rather be doing.”
The bubbles danced. Hesitated. Finally: “Right now? Honestly? I’d rather be bent over your desk while you remind me who owns this ass.”
Heat surged through him, sudden and fierce. His cock hardened instantly against the constraint of his tailored trousers. It was the shift he lived for—the moment her sharp wit melted into raw submission, the surrender she offered only to him. Four years of pent-up wanting compressed into a single, filthy sentence.
He didn’t text back. He called.
She picked up on the second ring, her voice a husky whisper that went straight to his groin. “Dave?”
“My desk, Sam?” His own voice was rougher, lower. He swiveled his chair, facing the broad, polished surface. The afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, striping the wood grain. “You’re picturing it right now, aren’t you? Picturing yourself here. Skirt pushed up. Panties gone. Bare ass waiting for my hand.”
A soft, shaky breath hissed through the phone. “Yes.”
Just that one word, thick with surrender. It undid him.
“Tell me,” he commanded, leaning forward, elbows on the desk. He could almost smell her—warm skin, that vanilla-and-salt scent she wore, the faint tang of arousal. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
“So bad,” she whispered, the sound strained. “I… I dream about it. About you standing over me. The sound of your belt buckle. The sting before the heat spreads…”
He groaned. His hand drifted to his fly, undoing the button, the zipper, freeing his aching erection. He palmed himself through the fabric of his briefs, the friction a poor substitute. “And what else? What else do you dream about, baby?”
“Your voice,” she breathed. “Telling me how good I take it. How fucking perfect my ass looks when it’s red from your hand. How wet you make me.”
He could hear it now—the subtle slick sound she wasn't even trying to hide. She was touching herself. The image slammed into him: Sam in her Arizona office, door probably locked, hand shoved under her skirt, fingers working her clit while he whispered filth into her ear. His own grip tightened.
“Are you wet now, Sam?”
“Dripping,” she gasped. “God, Dave… just thinking about you… about your cock…”
“My cock where?” he pressed, relentless. He stood, pushing the chair back, needing to move. The polished wood of his desk gleamed. Her desk. Imagined. “Where do you want it, baby? After I’ve warmed that ass up?”
“Inside,” she moaned. The sound was muffled, like she’d pressed her face into something. Her desk? A pillow? “Fuck, Dave… deep inside. Filling me up. Making me scream.”
He braced one hand on the cool wood, picturing her sprawled across it, papers scattering. Her blouse ripped open, breasts spilling free. Her thighs spread, glistening. Begging.
“You’d scream?” He stroked himself slowly, firmly, through the cotton. “Louder than that time in the elevator? When you came so hard you nearly bit through my lip?”
A choked whimper. “Louder. They’d hear me down the hall.”
The sheer, reckless need in her voice sent primal satisfaction roaring through him. This. This was what he lived for. Not just the sex, but the total, consensual yielding. Her strength, her fire, channeled completely into the act of surrender. To him. Only him.
“Good,” he growled. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sounds coming through the phone—her ragged breathing, the slick, rhythmic slide of her fingers, the tiny, desperate whimpers she couldn’t suppress. “That’s it, baby. Show me. Show me how much you need it. Need me.”
Her moan escalated, sharp and needy. “Dave… I’m so close… please…”
He knew that tone. The high, thin edge of her climax. He pictured her back arching, her pretty mouth falling open in a silent scream before the sound tore loose.
“Do it,” he commanded, his own voice strained. He squeezed his cock, the pressure exquisite. “Come for me, Sam. Let me hear you shatter.”
She cried out. Not silent at all. A raw, guttural sound that vibrated down the line and straight into his balls. He heard the wet slap of her fingers working furiously, her gasping breaths turning into sharp, rhythmic cries.
“Yes… oh god, Dave… YES!”
The sound of her climax, unrestrained and utterly his, tipped him over the edge. He fumbled his cock free, stroking hard and fast. Pleasure detonated at the base of his spine, exploding outwards in white-hot waves. He came with a guttural groan, stripes of hot release spattering onto the polished wood of his desk. His other hand gripped the edge so hard his knuckles went white, riding the violent pulses of his orgasm as her ragged sobs echoed in his ear.
Silence fell, thick and humid with spent desire. Only their harsh breathing filled the connection—hers shaky and receding, his deep and slowing.
He sank back into his chair, spent, staring at the mess on his desk. A tangible testament to an intangible connection that spanned deserts and moral lines.
Her voice, when it came, was a wrecked whisper. “Still think I need that spanking?”
A tired, utterly satisfied laugh escaped him. He reached for tissues. “More than ever, baby.” He wiped the desk clean, the mundane act grounding him. “That was just the appetizer. When I get you here, bent over this very desk…” He let the promise hang, heavy and potent.
Her answering sigh was pure contentment. Pure belonging. “Three weeks, Dave.”
“Too damn long,” he murmured, the familiar ache of separation already settling back in. But beneath it, warm and undeniable, was the echo of her surrender, the taste of her need. The forbidden love that made every stolen moment, every whispered fantasy, worth the risk. “But I’ll be counting the minutes.”
He heard her soft smile through the phone. “Me too.”
The connection hummed, silent again, but charged. Filled with the unspeakable, the unconsummated, the utterly essential. Theirs was a love lived in stolen breaths and phantom touches, sustained by the unshakeable certainty that, desk or no desk, miles or no miles, she was his. He was hers. And nothing—not fluorescent lights, not coffee cups, not other lives—could erase the mark they’d left on each other’s skin, and souls.
Analysis: 1. Input Summary: Dave and Sam exchanged light, witty banter with humor as the dominant mood. They checked in on each other's lives, showing mutual care. Brief frustrations mentioned but overshadowed by their strong emotional bond. Key themes: playfulness, deep affection, evolved foundation of their relationship from professional to romantic.
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Avoid Repeat: Need fresh setting and opening—avoid previous elements like "Arizona sun," "rental car," "linen closet," "public/travel/work settings," and explicit refusal phrasing. Must create new intimate setting with emotional texture but not work-related.
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POV Focus: Dave's perspective needed, showing his internal thoughts of devotion towards Sam. Capture his confident yet protective energy and how he cherishes her spirited independence.
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Tone/Style: Sensually charged but humor-infused intimacy. Blend playful teasing with heartfelt expressions of love in a comedic_teasing style. Lyrical language with sensory details—focus on emotional resonance even in explicit moments.
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Story Structure:
- Opening (100 words): Introduce Dave in a private, nostalgic setting. Maybe his home office? Use the "checking in" aspect—he recalls their texts while working, smiling at her wit.
- Building Tension (250 words): Dave rereads their exchange; humor escalates to heartfelt admission. Cue him calling Sam spontaneously (dialogue opportunity). Tension builds through voice intimacy and shared laughter turning breathless.
- Explicit Encounter (550 words): Phone sex scenario—mutual masturbation as medium for emotional connection. Vivid sensory details: his low voice describing how he'd touch her/her breathing changes. Include their "profound bond" via shared vulnerability.
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Climax/Resolution (150 words): Gentle comedown where whispered promises soothe brief frustrations ("three weeks" wait). End on tender humor mirroring opening banter.
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Emotional Core: Show how humor is their love language. Even frustration (distance) becomes intimate fodder. Mutual pleasure centers on making each other feel adored through words as much as actions.
Key Elements to Integrate: - Day's texts: witty exchanges → foundation of understanding → undercurrent of longing. - Mood: "teasingly tender," so banter must lead to vulnerability. - Use "evolved from initial professional interactions" subtly—perhaps Dave reflects on how far they've come mid-scene. - Address "brief moments of frustration" via afterglow conversation about next visit.
Original Opening/Setting: Dave's Texas study late at night. Hum of AC, glow of phone. Sensory: Leather chair scent, taste of whiskey, sound of crickets outside. Mirroring Sam's earlier photo tease—he imagines her curled on her couch in Arizona, miles away but close in his mind.
Avoidance Check: No desert/car/work settings used. New = home office at night.
Sensual Approach: Phone sex allows explicit intimacy while honoring distance. Focus on voice, imagination, shared rhythm—lyrical descriptions of breath and tremble rather than only physical acts.
Dialogue Integration: - Dave: "You always did have a hell of a serve, Sam." - Sam (voice): "Takes one to know one, cowboy." Then melts into sincerity: "God, I miss your hands."
Word Count Target: Expand 1000 words by emphasizing emotional layers.
The worn leather of Dave’s office chair creaked softly as he shifted, the glow of his phone the only light in the Texas midnight. On screen, Sam’s latest text glowed—a quip about her cat’s unsuccessful attempt to conquer the living room curtains, punctuated with a laughing emoji. He smiled, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Four years of this—four years of building a universe within the confines of text bubbles and pixelated photos, four years of longing condensed into daily banter that honed their edges and polished their understanding until they fit together like interlocked fingers. He could almost hear her laughter, that warm, throaty sound that always seemed to unravel something tight inside his chest.
His own fingers tapped out a response, the rhythm familiar, comfortable: Sounds like General Whiskers needs remedial tactical training. Maybe I should fly out, supervise. He hit send, the phone buzzing almost instantly against his palm. Her reply was lightning: With YOUR track record? Last time you supervised my domestic life, you ended up locked on the balcony feeding squirrels through the screen door. The memory surged: sunlight, her head thrown back laughing, the absurdity of it all. He felt it then, the familiar ache beneath the laughter, a physical pulling that started somewhere beneath his ribs and reached for Arizona. It was always there, this line between playful sparring and the deep, resonant chord of her.
He didn’t text back right away. Leaning back, the scent of old paper and leather mingling with the faint mineral tang of the whiskey he’d been sipping, he scrolled up through their day. A debate about the best barbecue sauce that turned into absurdist poetry. Her updating him on that nuisance client, his visceral irritation on her behalf. A shared sigh over the oppressive distance, quickly papered over by another joke. It was their language, this constant volley of wit, a shield and a weapon and a binding force. But beneath it, always, flowed the deeper current, the one forged in stolen glances across conference rooms years ago, nurtured through late-night calls when the world slept, solidified in breathless, desperate union during that hotel weekend six months ago that had cracked them both open. He thought of that elevator ride, her flush against him, the startled ding of each floor punctuating the frantic pulse of their heartbeats, trying desperately not to be discovered. Not shameful, just… profoundly theirs.
The ache sharpened. He hit call.
She picked up on the second ring. “To what do I owe this interruption in my cat-wrangling duties?” Her voice, even through the slight digital compression, was honey poured over gravel, warm and rough.
He grinned into the dark. “Just checking the structural integrity of your curtains. Important work.”
“Oh, it’s disastrous. Floral chintz casualties everywhere. Send reinforcements. Preferably skilled in combat naps.”
They fell into the rhythm, easy as breathing. He described his own quiet night—Juliet asleep down the hall (the pang, acknowledged and set aside), Christian away on a business trip Sam had mentioned (the shared understanding, another thread). He told her about the complex case he’d been wrestling with, the satisfying click of finding the solution just an hour ago. She countered with the absurd details of her day—a misplaced report that turned up in the office fridge, her triumphant discovery accompanied by the smell of leftover tuna. They laughed, the sound intimate in the shared dark miles apart. It was connection, simple and profound: the checking-in that reaffirmed the world each existed in still rotated for the other.
The conversation flowed, warm and meandering. Then, inevitably, a lull. A beat of silence stretched, thicker than the rest. Dave shifted again, the leather protesting. He could picture her—curled on that oversized couch she loved, probably in those ridiculously soft pajamas, hair escaping its messy bun. He knew the exact curve of her neck when she tilted her head just so.
“Sammy,” he murmured, the nickname slipping out, rough and low. It always did when the armor cracked.
“Mmm?” Her reply was a soft hum, expectant. The shield was down now.
“I miss the way you feel under my hands,” he confessed, the words bypassing his usual filters. Raw, vulnerable. Always safe with her. “Not just… that. Everything. The way your shoulder dips right here.” He traced the remembered curve on the cool glass of his phone. “The sigh you make when my thumb brushes that spot behind your ear.” He could hear her breath hitch, a soft intake on the other end. “The way your skin warms up where I touch it. Like sunlight through glass.”
A shaky exhale. “Dave…” “Tell me you miss it too.” Not a demand. Only a plea.
“God, yes.” Her voice was a whisper now, a parchment-thin confession against distance. “Right now. Especially. When the house is this quiet… all I can feel is how much I need your noise. The way you grind your teeth when you’re concentrating. The ridiculous things you mutter under your breath. The… the weight of you.”
The simple hunger in her words coiled heat low in his belly. He leaned back fully, the darkness pressing in, making the connection through the airwaves feel intensely private, almost sacred. His free hand drifted slowly down his own chest, over the worn cotton of his t-shirt, sliding lower beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. The hard length of his arousal met his touch, already straining. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against the speaker. “Sam.”
“Are you…?” Her question trailed off, breathless. Knowing.
“Touching myself? Yeah.” The confession was stark, intimate. His fingers wrapped around himself, a slow squeeze, tight and then looser, dragging up the sensitive shaft before sliding back down. Friction building. “Thinking about your mouth. That night in the hotel. The way you looked at me like I was water in the desert.”
“You were,” she breathed. He could hear rustling fabric, a slight hitch in her breath, evidence of her own mirrored movement. “You are. Dave, tell me what you’d do. Right now. If you were here.”
His hips pushed upwards against his own hand, seeking deeper pressure. His voice dropped lower, roughened by desire, painting a picture into the dark. “I’d start right here… kneeling in front of you on that godawful couch.” He could see it vividly. Her sprawled back, eyes dark, lips parted. “I’d peel those flimsy pajamas off you, inch by painfully slow inch. Kissing every bit of skin I uncover. That flutter right below your ribs…” He circled his thumb on his own flesh, imagining the trembling softness of her belly. “The inside of your knee… so sensitive.”
A whimper escaped her, high and sweet. He pressed on. “I’d push your thighs apart, Sammy. Slow. Make you feel how much I want to look at you. All of you.” His hand moved faster, slickness wetting his palm as he stroked, driven by the image blooming in his mind: her flushed and open for him. “I’d taste you first. Press my mouth right here…” He groaned again, thumbing the slick head of his cock. “Lick you like you’re the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever had. Slow circles, Sam. Making you squirm. Until your hands are in my hair, pulling…”
“Dave, please…” Her voice cracked. He could hear the slick sounds coming from her end now, the rhythmic glide of her fingers more frantic.
“Not yet, baby,” he murmured, though his own strokes were becoming urgent, desperate. He needed her to fall with him. “I’d slide a finger inside you. Curl it… just there. Yeah?” Her sharp cry confirmed it. “Feel how hot and tight you are. How you clench around me.” He added a second finger to his own rhythm now, pumping impossibly deep, hips lifting off the chair. “You’d be dripping, soaking my hand. And I’d look up at you while I did it… watch you come apart watching me taste you.”
“Oh, God… I’m so close,” she gasped, her breathing ragged pants now, punctuated with tiny cries.
“Me too. Fuck, Sammy.” His focus fractured. The image of her, head thrown back, body arching, merging with the fierce pressure building in his own groin. He pictured driving into her, that first desperate thrust, filling her completely. “Hold on… Hold onto me.” His voice was gravel now, the words barely coherent. “Let go. Now.”
Her cry shattered through the speaker— a sharp, keening sound of release that reverberated directly down his spine. It was the trigger. Pleasure detonated at the base of his spine, molten and unstoppable, racing through him. “Sammy!” Her name ripped from his throat as hot pulses of release coursed over his clenched fist, splattering warmth onto his belly, his thighs. He rode it out, gasping, trembling, his harsh breaths loud in the sudden quiet that followed her own ragged panting.
Silence descended, thick and profound, filled only with their slowing breathing. The shared intimacy hung heavy, precious. Then, a soft, breathless laugh from her.
“So,” she whispered, voice still shaking slightly, woven with affection and lingering amusement. “General Whiskers definitely heard that.”
Dave huffed a shaky laugh of his own, collapsing deeper into the leather chair, spent and strangely peaceful. He could still smell clean linens on her end, a phantom scent. He wiped his hand absently. “She’ll get over it. Think I just ran tactical simulations on the Arizona curtain brigade. Mission accomplished.”
Quiet again. Comfortable. The sound of her shifting, snuggling deeper. Three weeks suddenly felt like a mountain range. But the warmth of her voice smoothed the edge. “Dave?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Good supervisory work.”
The smile was slow, deep, and entirely hers. “Always, Sammy. Always.”
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