2026-03-10
Perfect Repair Day
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[2026-03-10 06:18:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Good morning sunshine I hope you slept well and woke up easy. I went to sleep thinking about you and woke up thinking about you and that started me off to a pretty good day just like it usually does. On my way in the office on Tuesday, which still feels weird Other than that pretty normal day, I guess I miss you and I love you and I can't wait to see you again. I can't wait to talk to you later today and like 12 hours you wake up. OK honey I hope you have a great day and Slept well and have a great ride at work and looking forward to hearing your voice
[2026-03-10 07:46:00] Sam Willis: Hi baby. Just waking up. I hate mornings. I’m so grumpy. So so grumpy. OK talk to you soon.
[2026-03-10 08:17:00] Dave: I bet you’ll perk up soon sweetie
[2026-03-10 08:24:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-10 08:24:00] Sam Willis: Hehe jk 😘
[2026-03-10 08:24:00] Dave: Ewe
[2026-03-10 08:58:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Good morning So I did a couple things Freaking last night, my fuel light came on and I was like oh I'll get it in the morning. My first meeting isn't until eight. I'll have plenty of time and then of course I sleep in so that's annoying. I have to go get gas and then too. I signed up for this hour and a half long freaking. People leader level up Harvard business training around and I don't even know what the fuck I was thinking because even the name alone is like gag me but it's titled from silo to synergy. What the fuck was. I thinking there's definitely times where I'm like. Very motivated and then future me is like I discussed myself So probably be listening to some of that in the car and I swear to God if it's like a beyond camera, I have breakout room fucking bullshit. I will just scream also we have an hour and a half for like two hour long fucking CRM all hands say that is just it's too much. I think it's an hour and a half. It's just it's too much for all hands. Whatever anyway I had this weird ass dream so It's a recurring theme. I think we talk about. We're like I'm trying to get somewhere and I just cannot get there anyway this time it was my sister's wedding. And I'm trying to get ready and I can't find address where that looks worth the fuck and so I'm upset at myself for waiting until the last minute to figure out what I'm gonna wear And I'm like starting to get ready like way too late and I cut myself shaving and I have some guy. I have no idea who this guy is give me a Band-Aid. I feel like it was like a guy that like maybe the guy that Amy was getting ready to marry I don't know but give me a Band-Aid and I put a Band-Aid on my leg and then I like lift my leg my leg and there's like three other Band-Aids on my leg that I just totally forgot even existed and have no fucking idea how long these pancakes were on me and even the guy was like. How long have you had those mayonnaise on you and I'm like oh you know just like a week and then I took them off and then they stunk I know I'm so fucking weird and it was this whole like very embarrassing fucking thing
[2026-03-10 09:00:00] Dave: Omg what IS wrong with you??
[2026-03-10 09:00:00] Dave: Synergies?! Ugh
[2026-03-10 09:01:00] Sam Willis: Who even AM i?!?
[2026-03-10 09:01:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: OK, coming out so it was a whole embarrassing thing and then I get on my dress and there's like a little holes all along the bottom that look like Something chewed along the bottom so that was obviously upsetting, and then the Band-Aid like the blood was bleeding through the Band-Aids that I have band. I had blood all over me and then it felt like the same dream, but it was like not all related. There was just like murderous bear. Was like attacking people and like literally putting their its hands around your throat and like just before you almost fucking died it would let you go and it was like this thing that this bear like love doing is like almost killing people anyway so I got bear like three times and I was like at this university food court I don't know anyway, so that was that I really think part of the reason why I have such fucked up dreams I wake up so many different times in the middle of the night and then I go back to bed and then my brain like fucking haywire
[2026-03-10 09:01:00] Sam Willis: Who even AM i?!?
[2026-03-10 09:03:00] Dave: lol
[2026-03-10 09:03:00] Dave: The bear
[2026-03-10 09:05:00] Dave: I bet that one was bdsm/choking/dominance talking lately! And the other one, idek lol… the bandaids?? 🤷♂️
[2026-03-10 09:06:00] Sam Willis: I was thinking the same thing with the choking
[2026-03-10 09:06:00] Sam Willis: Ish. But a bear?!? Lmao
[2026-03-10 09:06:00] Dave: Big, dominant, scary, can’t get away
[2026-03-10 09:06:00] Dave: Aggressive
[2026-03-10 09:07:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Oh, it just hit me. I was gonna call yesterday and some people were talking about how they live out in the country and there's all this dear and then of course Josh Barrett said that there's a bear that lives out in his neighborhood or buying his house because I'm really living in a neighborhood so that's probably where I got the fucking bear but now I'm like thinking. Like I'm correlating Josh Barrett to the whole dominance conversation and that's just fucking disgusting so we need to not. I need to not do that.
[2026-03-10 09:09:00] Dave: JB is probably one of those people who likes being immasculated and having his balls stepped on or whatever because of all his BEING IN CHARGE, NAVY SEAL, BLAH BLAH BLAB LEADERSHIP…
[2026-03-10 09:10:00] Sam Willis: Hahahaha
[2026-03-10 09:10:00] Sam Willis: You think MARTY JO is a dom??? 🤮
[2026-03-10 09:11:00] Dave: Maybe he goes to a professional dominatrix 🤷♂️
[2026-03-10 09:12:00] Sam Willis: Do we think JB even has sex?!?
[2026-03-10 09:13:00] Dave: Nah he’s probably a cuck. Marty Jo probably has the key to his cock cage
[2026-03-10 09:14:00] Sam Willis: Anyway, how are you doing baby?
[2026-03-10 09:15:00] Dave: Pretty good now that you’re with me 😌
[2026-03-10 09:16:00] Sam Willis: Have you been sooooo productive though without me? 😀
[2026-03-10 09:18:00] Dave: Heh… I had to drink an extra coffee to overcome an ebb in energy after sitting here in silence for an hour and a half this morning lol
[2026-03-10 09:19:00] Dave: Other than that I’ve solved my cube 40ish times, listen to my audio book, and put some shit in a spreadsheet
[2026-03-10 09:19:00] Dave: So yeah, I’d say pretty productive 😌👍
[2026-03-10 09:25:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Yeah, what is it with the Westlake people getting there so damn late I mean, not that that's a bad thing cause it lines up better with Phoenix time but like good grief. He also looks up for you seem like late riser. People get in Phoenix pretty early well it's kind of all over the place but like yeah if you get in at 6:30 like there's people there anyway for fortyish times this morning with the Rubiks cube what the fuck that's crazy But good for you I am so glad you had a successful productive for me Yeah, I need to get me some energy. I am I am honestly I'm feeling like I'm mentally shaky ground this morning. I feel like. Today might be a day where my emotions Go up and down who knows I know feeling a little like not super stable So buckle up Unfortunately, I've been in meetings like I think pretty much all day I'm gonna go work out tonight too, not till six So I don't know I feel off today and not as I did like nothing last night other than stuff but like stuff on my computer wasn't like anything active except for practicing for like 20 minutes of fucking headstands Piss me off so much But anyway, I don't know I fell off
[2026-03-10 09:27:00] Dave: Yeah, it’s the HQ so everybody’s all SCHWAB 9-5 OMG
[2026-03-10 09:28:00] Dave: Headstand practice is good!
[2026-03-10 09:28:00] Dave: Awwwe, unstable emotionally? Howso?
[2026-03-10 09:29:00] Dave: Like, what’s the first thing that comes to mine when you think “how I’m I feeling”? The first real life thing.
[2026-03-10 09:29:00] Sam Willis: An underlying dread
[2026-03-10 09:30:00] Sam Willis: Of something
[2026-03-10 09:30:00] Sam Willis: But no idea what
[2026-03-10 09:32:00] Sam Willis: I’m also feeling sad. Homesick.
[2026-03-10 09:32:00] Dave: Could be fallout from digging into the Bucky dynamic - or rather… MY issue with it lol. Or the sex/relationship piece. Those could both be unassumingly disruptive
[2026-03-10 09:32:00] Sam Willis: But it’s cloudy outside so that could be a factor
[2026-03-10 09:32:00] Dave: Where are you in your cycle do you think?
[2026-03-10 09:32:00] Sam Willis: lol I was JUST typing that
[2026-03-10 09:33:00] Sam Willis: I should be in the menstrual phase id think
[2026-03-10 09:38:00] Sam Willis: Which, all this tracks then
[2026-03-10 09:38:00] Sam Willis: How stupid lol
[2026-03-10 09:41:00] Dave: See how that tracks when you get a chance
[2026-03-10 09:42:00] Dave: As always I’m just a phone call away babydoll
[2026-03-10 09:42:00] Dave: As always I’m just a phone call away babydoll
[2026-03-10 09:43:00] Sam Willis: Almost to the office then will look
[2026-03-10 09:43:00] Sam Willis: Also. Do you know how INSANE I’m going to be when going through menopause?? Fml
[2026-03-10 09:44:00] Sam Willis: I’m going to be textbook psycho
[2026-03-10 09:45:00] Sam Willis: That’s when my moms alcoholism went full speed
[2026-03-10 09:46:00] Sam Willis: She was nuts
[2026-03-10 09:46:00] Dave: Oh for real? 😬
[2026-03-10 09:47:00] Dave: I wonder what your thing is gonna be… like, 15 dogs?
[2026-03-10 09:50:00] Sam Willis: Thinking …..She’s 65 now. I’m 37. It was hell from the time I was 21-maybe 30. So she was yea, right around 50. Throughout her 50s. 😵💫
[2026-03-10 09:52:00] Sam Willis: This is a GREAT question
[2026-03-10 09:52:00] Sam Willis: This is a GREAT question
[2026-03-10 09:52:00] Sam Willis: I mean I was thinking more along the lines of full mental breakdown, but I’ll take the dogs lmao
[2026-03-10 09:53:00] Dave: Noooo, you’ll be fine!
[2026-03-10 09:53:00] Sam Willis: I’m not even fine now!! lol
[2026-03-10 09:54:00] Sam Willis: I’m moody, at best 😉
[2026-03-10 09:55:00] Dave: Well maybe it will be the opposite for you and you’ll be one of that women that like, thrives during menopause and takes control of their life and owns it or whatever.
[2026-03-10 09:59:00] Sam Willis: YEAAAAA!!!
[2026-03-10 09:59:00] Sam Willis: 💪💪
[2026-03-10 10:02:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-03-10 10:07:00] Sam Willis: Did you make this?
[2026-03-10 10:07:00] Sam Willis: Did you make this?
[2026-03-10 10:09:00] Dave: Yeah
[2026-03-10 10:09:00] Sam Willis: How?!? Love it
[2026-03-10 10:09:00] Sam Willis: And also…
[2026-03-10 10:09:00] Sam Willis: FUCK that luteal phase.
[2026-03-10 10:09:00] Sam Willis: It tracks
[2026-03-10 10:09:00] Sam Willis: How?!? Love it
[2026-03-10 10:09:00] Sam Willis: And also…
[2026-03-10 10:09:00] Sam Willis: FUCK that luteal phase.
[2026-03-10 10:10:00] Sam Willis: Is this Sam specific?? Lmaooo kidding
[2026-03-10 10:10:00] Dave: Yeah, luteal is the asshole of the phases for sure
[2026-03-10 10:11:00] Dave: Yeah, it is actually
[2026-03-10 10:11:00] Dave: At least the categories are what I thought would make the most sense for you
[2026-03-10 10:11:00] Dave: Yeah, it is actually
[2026-03-10 10:11:00] Sam Willis: WHAT?!??
[2026-03-10 10:11:00] Sam Willis: How!
[2026-03-10 10:11:00] Dave: At least the categories are what I thought would make the most sense for you
[2026-03-10 10:13:00] Dave: The symptoms are custom, the cycle is an estimate of a typical, smart, funny, and sexy woman your age with an IUD.
[2026-03-10 10:14:00] Sam Willis: Why are you so hot??
[2026-03-10 10:15:00] Dave: Idk but I’m glad it’s working out for me 😘
[2026-03-10 10:15:00] Sam Willis: Lmao. It so is
[2026-03-10 10:16:00] Dave: Jesus… I might make it 3 days in a row!! 🥵
[2026-03-10 10:17:00] Dave: Because I’m incredibly turned thinking that hot lol
[2026-03-10 10:17:00] Dave: What a feedback cycle! 😊
[2026-03-10 10:23:00] Sam Willis: I find it to be extremely hot that you know me so well. And seem to WANT to know me so well. ❤️
[2026-03-10 10:24:00] Dave: And I find it hot that you find that hot!!
[2026-03-10 10:26:00] Dave: Because I do WANT to know you so well. Being allowed to do that is reward. You finding it hot is such an amazing bonus 🥰❤️
[2026-03-10 10:32:00] Sam Willis: I love you baby
[2026-03-10 10:33:00] Dave: You’re the best, and I love you
[2026-03-10 10:47:00] Sam Willis: Ugh. Trying to focus and I just keep thinking about you sliding right into my pussy 💦 and I’m so fucking horny
[2026-03-10 11:27:00] Sam Willis: One month ago today, I was leaving DFW from secret weekend 😭 So it’s been a month since we’ve seen each other and had sex 😭😭😭😭
[2026-03-10 11:31:00] Dave: Only a month?! 😭😭😭
[2026-03-10 11:32:00] Dave: I think this is the most crying faces we’ve ever had in only 2 messages
[2026-03-10 11:33:00] Sam Willis: Doesn’t it feel so so much longer?!?
[2026-03-10 11:33:00] Sam Willis: Doesn’t it feel so so much longer?!?
[2026-03-10 11:34:00] Dave: You’re not supposed to be this horny in the menstruation phase!! Not that I’m complaining ofc 😏🥵
[2026-03-10 11:34:00] Dave: You’re not supposed to be this horny in the menstruation phase!! Not that I’m complaining ofc 😏🥵
[2026-03-10 11:35:00] Sam Willis: Welp. That’s what you do to me. Fml lol
[2026-03-10 11:35:00] Dave: I can’t even describe how much and how quickly this turns me on 🔥👸
[2026-03-10 11:35:00] Sam Willis: Welp. That’s what you do to me. Fml lol
[2026-03-10 11:35:00] Dave: I can’t even describe how much and how quickly this turns me on 🔥👸
[2026-03-10 11:36:00] Sam Willis: I’m on a call with the idiot PM for the Schwab India stuff and I just can’t
[2026-03-10 11:37:00] Sam Willis: I turned off my camera so my face didn’t show how much of an idiot she is
[2026-03-10 11:39:00] Sam Willis: God it’s painful
[2026-03-10 11:39:00] Dave: You know what’s painful?!
[2026-03-10 11:40:00] Dave: This erection I still have 🤭
[2026-03-10 11:40:00] Sam Willis: Blue balls?
[2026-03-10 11:40:00] Sam Willis: Hehehe
[2026-03-10 11:40:00] Sam Willis: As I open up Reddit to torture myself some more…
[2026-03-10 11:40:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-03-10 11:41:00] Dave: I’m glad you like the whole reddit thing 😈
[2026-03-10 11:47:00] Sam Willis: This PM is the WORST PM IVE EVER SEEN!!!! I’m just flabbergasted
[2026-03-10 11:48:00] Sam Willis: I can’t get over it
[2026-03-10 11:48:00] Sam Willis: Holy worthless
[2026-03-10 11:48:00] Dave: Yeah, jeez! She must be terrible to get you so riled up!
[2026-03-10 11:48:00] Dave: lol… flabbergasted
[2026-03-10 11:49:00] Dave: That term says it all 😅
[2026-03-10 11:49:00] Sam Willis: Just absolutely fucking stupid
[2026-03-10 11:49:00] Sam Willis: This is like that scene from Billy Madison
[2026-03-10 11:49:00] Dave: Does she just not know anything?
[2026-03-10 11:49:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-10 11:50:00] Sam Willis: And I lot of ummms, hmmmms.
[2026-03-10 11:50:00] Sam Willis: Hehe
[2026-03-10 11:50:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-03-10 11:51:00] Sam Willis: We all literally can’t stand this woman
[2026-03-10 11:51:00] Sam Willis: OK I’m done. Off the call. Going to slowly put my brain back together after she just broke it 😂
[2026-03-10 11:51:00] Dave: I don’t understand how she can be that bad.
[2026-03-10 11:51:00] Sam Willis: Back to us…🤪
[2026-03-10 11:52:00] Sam Willis: I don’t either. But it’s real. She is.
[2026-03-10 11:52:00] Dave: But yeah, fuck that…
[2026-03-10 11:52:00] Sam Willis: I don’t either. But it’s real. She is.
[2026-03-10 11:52:00] Dave: Tell more about your wet pussy 🤤
[2026-03-10 11:52:00] Sam Willis: Hehe
[2026-03-10 11:53:00] Sam Willis: Looking at the bondage posts, where their legs are spread and tied up, and they’re just totally exposed. Ahhh! 🫠
[2026-03-10 11:53:00] Sam Willis: I get wet (and scared) just thinking about it lol
[2026-03-10 11:54:00] Dave: Did you see the one I just shared?! Because that is EXACTLY what I was wondering!!
[2026-03-10 11:55:00] Dave: How you felt about being helplessly exposed
[2026-03-10 11:56:00] Sam Willis: Ah! I didn’t see you shared it but I had seen that one myself
[2026-03-10 11:56:00] Sam Willis: And I feel….Wet and scared! lol
[2026-03-10 11:56:00] Sam Willis: Tortured
[2026-03-10 11:56:00] Sam Willis: Soooooo vulnerable
[2026-03-10 11:56:00] Dave: So that was totally coincidental that you said that, right when I was wondering that lol?
[2026-03-10 11:57:00] Sam Willis: Yes!
[2026-03-10 11:57:00] Sam Willis: Would have to start with my hands being free and work my way up to being TOTALLY tied up
[2026-03-10 11:57:00] Sam Willis: Yes!
[2026-03-10 11:57:00] Dave: Not that I’m surprised lol
[2026-03-10 11:58:00] Sam Willis: Same brain
[2026-03-10 11:58:00] Sam Willis: Same wave length, atleast. Always
[2026-03-10 11:58:00] Dave: It’s wild
[2026-03-10 11:58:00] Dave: And sooo hot
[2026-03-10 12:00:00] Sam Willis: One of the reasons why I’m so frustrated we can’t have sex all the time is bc I know we would get/build up to a point where we would be comfortable enough to experiment together and 🤤🤤 there’s just no time!
[2026-03-10 12:03:00] Edited 2 minutes, 42 seconds later: Right?! I can imagine doing so much to/with you. In a way that would push your limits, but be so in tune and know exactly when to ease to up. And then grounding you with care afterwards 🥰.: Edit: not just “pushing your limits”, but I’m thinking of the bondage thing atm
[2026-03-10 12:04:00] Dave: We are a perfect combo for experimenting and being and honoring vulnerability
[2026-03-10 12:06:00] Sam Willis: 😭😭
[2026-03-10 12:08:00] Sam Willis: I’ve never been THAT vulnerable with someone before, but I can see me getting to that point with you
[2026-03-10 12:24:00] Dave: Totally. Same for me. Never been that vulnerable, trusted with that much vulnerability, or WANTED either of this things like with you 🫠😘
[2026-03-10 12:29:00] Sam Willis: Are you in a big ol room for this stupid all hands?
[2026-03-10 12:29:00] Dave: lol no
[2026-03-10 12:30:00] Sam Willis: Are you serious? They told us that we’re expected to all be together. In another building. And NO other CRM teams are in here. What a joke lmao
[2026-03-10 12:30:00] Dave: That’s so dumb
[2026-03-10 12:31:00] Sam Willis: And the SL ppl aren’t even getting together?? wtf
[2026-03-10 12:31:00] Sam Willis: Considering it came from the SLT that this was the expectation. This place is so dumb
[2026-03-10 12:31:00] Dave: 🤷♂️
[2026-03-10 12:32:00] Dave: I don’t go to those
[2026-03-10 12:32:00] Sam Willis: Also, 1RMO employees all got a $75 Amazon gift card for employee appreciation day.
[2026-03-10 12:32:00] Sam Willis: And we got $5 to Starbucks lmaoooo
[2026-03-10 12:33:00] Dave: I thought that was pretty fucking lame that THAT was all they thought of me… &5
[2026-03-10 12:34:00] Sam Willis: Yupppp
[2026-03-10 12:34:00] Sam Willis: And somehow, if Stephen gets Jeff’s role, I guarantee the budget will be even tighter.
[2026-03-10 12:34:00] Sam Willis: God he’s such a puss lol
[2026-03-10 12:34:00] Dave: Like, that’s not even enough to get one drink there
[2026-03-10 12:34:00] Sam Willis: RIGHT?!?
[2026-03-10 12:37:00] Sam Willis: Ugh can I hold out here until I get my next sabbatical?? Lord
[2026-03-10 12:37:00] Sam Willis: When will that be…
[2026-03-10 12:37:00] Sam Willis: 2.5 more years!! 😭😭
[2026-03-10 12:38:00] Dave: Ugh
[2026-03-10 12:38:00] Dave: Yeah I need to get serious about my job search
[2026-03-10 12:42:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-03-10 12:42:00] Sam Willis: YASSSSS
[2026-03-10 12:52:00] Sam Willis: If you started feeling the “ick” towards me, would you tell me?
[2026-03-10 12:52:00] Dave: What?!
[2026-03-10 12:52:00] Dave: What do you mean exactly?
[2026-03-10 12:52:00] Dave: By ick
[2026-03-10 12:53:00] Sam Willis: Like what if we were in person, having sex, and I did something that icked you out?!?
[2026-03-10 12:53:00] Dave: That’s a far stretch from being madly in love with you, so pardon my surprise lol
[2026-03-10 12:55:00] Dave: I can’t imagine what you could do that isn’t totally outrageous (think writing on the walls with your own poop) that I would be THAT repulsed by
[2026-03-10 12:55:00] Dave: But I mean, to answer your question: yes. I would tell you lol.
[2026-03-10 12:56:00] Sam Willis: Ewwww can you fucking imagine?!?
[2026-03-10 12:56:00] Sam Willis: I would get you checked into a mental institution if you did that. No lie lolol
[2026-03-10 12:56:00] Sam Willis: Ewwww can you fucking imagine?!?
[2026-03-10 12:56:00] Dave: My philosophy with WAA and just you in general, as a friend, is to be upfront and honest whatever the cost. Just so you know.
[2026-03-10 12:56:00] Sam Willis: I would get you checked into a mental institution if you did that. No lie lolol
[2026-03-10 12:57:00] Dave: What brought that question up lol?
[2026-03-10 12:57:00] Dave: What about you?
[2026-03-10 12:58:00] Dave: Also fyi, Im assume you’ll do me the same as far as honesty, etc. 🥰
[2026-03-10 13:00:00] Sam Willis: I honestly have no idea lol
[2026-03-10 13:00:00] Sam Willis: I honestly have no idea lol
[2026-03-10 13:02:00] Sam Willis: I would think if one of us wanted to try anything too off the wall during sex, that we would have talked about it previously. Probably…
[2026-03-10 13:02:00] Sam Willis: I would think if one of us wanted to try anything too off the wall during sex, that we would have talked about it previously. Probably…
[2026-03-10 13:02:00] Sam Willis: And yes, if I got too over stimulated, hair on arms raised, type feeling, with you, I’d tell you.
[2026-03-10 13:04:00] Dave: But like what would I have to do for that to happen
[2026-03-10 13:05:00] Sam Willis: I dunno, like it could be a touch lolol
[2026-03-10 13:05:00] Sam Willis: Or like a groping
[2026-03-10 13:05:00] Sam Willis: Or like if I felt claustrophobic
[2026-03-10 13:08:00] Dave: Yeah for sure. I think we’re already pretty well aligned here. And I’m willing to try anything outside of like, really gross stuff (see previous comment lol) without judgement
[2026-03-10 13:08:00] Dave: Yeah for sure. I think we’re already pretty well aligned here. And I’m willing to try anything outside of like, really gross stuff (see previous comment lol) without judgement
[2026-03-10 13:11:00] Dave: Do you mean a random physiological thing? Because I would absolutely respect that, and ideally have been able to avoid getting there in the first place. But when I hear those examples I think: how you feel with Christian, which according to our previous comments, we would have figured it out far before we got there.
[2026-03-10 13:11:00] Dave: Do you mean a random physiological thing? Because I would absolutely respect that, and ideally have been able to avoid getting there in the first place. But when I hear those examples I think: how you feel with Christian, which according to our previous comments, we would have figured it out far before we got there.
[2026-03-10 13:13:00] Sam Willis: Yea it can come on randomly though, still.
[2026-03-10 13:13:00] Sam Willis: Like if I get hot. And I sweat. Then I stress and breathe too heavily. Then I want to scream
[2026-03-10 13:14:00] Sam Willis: Ya know…. Normal stuff! Lolol
[2026-03-10 13:14:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-03-10 13:35:00] Sam Willis: I just realized it’s 130 there. Are you already home? 😭
[2026-03-10 13:35:00] Dave: Almost
[2026-03-10 13:44:00] Dave: That’s not very nice!!
[2026-03-10 13:44:00] Sam Willis: Lolol
[2026-03-10 13:46:00] Sam Willis: I’m so so so over this all hands
[2026-03-10 13:46:00] Dave: Omg is it still going?!
[2026-03-10 13:47:00] Sam Willis: Fucking yes
[2026-03-10 13:47:00] Sam Willis: And I’m starving
[2026-03-10 13:47:00] Dave: Whyyyyy
[2026-03-10 13:47:00] Dave: Have they said anything valuable?
[2026-03-10 13:47:00] Sam Willis: Absolutely not
[2026-03-10 13:48:00] Dave: Or just been smug dicks about iOx
[2026-03-10 13:48:00] Sam Willis: That topic didn’t come up at all
[2026-03-10 14:01:00] Sam Willis: God I’m even more grumpy after sitting through all that bullshit
[2026-03-10 14:01:00] Dave: Oh I’m not surprised
[2026-03-10 14:01:00] Dave: It’s so pointless
[2026-03-10 14:02:00] Sam Willis: Godddd
[2026-03-10 14:23:00] Sam Willis: Ahem
[2026-03-10 14:24:00] Sam Willis: I’m still patiently waiting to see if you can make that dog twerk lol
[2026-03-10 14:24:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-03-10 14:24:00] Dave: Yeeeeeeah
[2026-03-10 14:25:00] Dave: That’s going to take some learning…
[2026-03-10 14:25:00] Sam Willis: Lolol don’t worry about it, dear 😘
[2026-03-10 14:25:00] Dave: Like, you-know-me-obsessed kind of learning.
[2026-03-10 14:27:00] Dave: Which is on the list!! I tried to get into it a few weeks ago but it’s too big of a domain to be a side project. So it’s queued up for when I get tired of vibe coding 🤭
[2026-03-10 14:31:00] Sam Willis: You’re adorable
[2026-03-10 14:33:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Microwaves are disgusting and should be freaking banned like they make food so freaking gross. I bought some leftover breaded chicken and like last night it was amazing so crispy crunchy tasty then you freaking microwave it and it just turns into a soggy piece of shit.
[2026-03-10 14:36:00] Dave: Yeah fried stuff never comes out right 😔
[2026-03-10 15:14:00] Sam Willis: Did I tell you gas was $4.35 this morning
[2026-03-10 15:49:00] Dave: Ugh yeah its going through the roof
[2026-03-10 15:49:00] Dave: But apparently it’s a small price to pay for beating Iran according to trump
[2026-03-10 15:56:00] Sam Willis: Did you nap?
[2026-03-10 16:01:00] Dave: No. I thought about it but I decided to do maintenance on my printer
[2026-03-10 16:01:00] Dave: It’s been overdue for a while
[2026-03-10 16:04:00] Dave: How are you feeling?
[2026-03-10 16:04:00] Sam Willis: I’m about to jump on my last meeting for the day. Thank fucking god
[2026-03-10 16:04:00] Dave: Any less grumpy?
[2026-03-10 16:04:00] Sam Willis: I’m over it and in a bad mood
[2026-03-10 16:04:00] Sam Willis: So no lolol
[2026-03-10 16:05:00] Sam Willis: I’m still planning on going to the gym though. For my stupid health. Blahhhh
[2026-03-10 16:05:00] Dave: Yaaaay!
[2026-03-10 16:06:00] Dave: You’ll feel good about yourself later!
[2026-03-10 16:47:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I am so fucking grumpy Oh my God, I just OK, so when I met Sunil Canva is like boy toy when they came to Phoenix a couple months ago you know so Sunil is well off and he has no kids Significant other except Candace, which they know they don't live together and he doesn't even work full-time. He is a professor and only teaches like one class of semester or some shit. Like he's living in the fucking life and I remember him telling me like that he basically like can't live with anybody because he loves to be alone and like loves to just that out and he's like I like like I need like four days to just not Do anything and a big part of me is like that how like is that possible? Will you not do anything because I don't even know how to relax but a part of me a big part of me is like that sounds fucking amazing. Can you imagine he has no pets like can you imagine having? Zero responsibilities Yes, to me that ultimately would get very lonely, but like sometimes I just want a fucking day where I can just go home and not speak to anyone not deal with any animals not take care of anything and just Be left the fuck alone and just sleep if I wanted to go to sleep at 5 PM I could go to sleep at 5 PM and I could wake up tomorrow at 5 AM and nobody would've bothered me and I don't have to answer to anybody that sounds fucking amazing I just want to do fucking nothing Anyway, I'm so grumpy. Sorry you have to put up with me. Also, the fucking CRM all hands just totally like just fuck me the wrong way there are a bunch of little fucking bitches. I fucking gag me all of it 90 fucking minutes to talk about the forge integration, which like project management in general at Schwab is a fucking joke. Nobody knows what the fuck is going on with any of the things that are happening. This year with any like the big fucking initiatives like just whatever they me spent like 30 minutes talking about CRM's fucking objectives for the year and had to listen and talk about growth and brilliant basics and people, and then the fucking Q&A, way, the Q&A was like a total frigging just Nothing interesting whatsoever except one person asked a question that said basically given the flat structure that Schwab has where nobody can fucking move up like at all how do you propose that we move up basically and they just all drowned on about how Schwab offers career coaching and fill out your individual development plans that are offered through HR and pro day and blah. It's like bitch that is not the fucking question. The question is, how the fuck do you ever expect us to move up when there's nowhere to fucking go I just I get so disengaged when people spew fucking bullshit. Do not insult my fucking intelligence. Fucking assholes
[2026-03-10 16:47:00] Sam Willis: That was 4 minutes of me just saying a whole bunch of fuck this, fuck that, fuck them lol sorry
[2026-03-10 16:48:00] Dave: Give it to me
[2026-03-10 16:48:00] Dave: Love it
[2026-03-10 16:48:00] Dave: Listening now
[2026-03-10 16:49:00] Dave: That dude sounds worthless
[2026-03-10 16:49:00] Dave: Oh… amazing lol
[2026-03-10 16:49:00] Dave: Ok nvm 😅
[2026-03-10 16:49:00] Dave: Right?! See?? Being alone is great!!
[2026-03-10 16:53:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Oh, and then right before I left I had a long one with Michael and today's his birthday and he you could tell he's like fucking exhausted because one of his kids is teething and always been up and sick and all this fucking shit and he hasn't gotten any sleep and like I'm sitting here thinking at least I don't have fucking Young fucking kids take care of like kill me. I'm not equipped. I absolutely cannot. How do people do this? Are they just zombies walking through life for like a literal decade plus fuck that who does that sounds hideous?
[2026-03-10 16:55:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: I excuse me I was no I'm. I'm not gonna start over whatever I'll just give you 10 seconds of me cleared my throat and then complaining about it so yeah fuck that shit that all hands stuff is such bullshit and that's why I don't go to them like everything you said it's just such bullshit like who for one who gives a fuck who thinks that they mean anything they say like when it comes to individual development plans or whatever the fuck like do they really believe like even the people say and I like. Really believe this shit and the people listening like today like I mean is this really like are me and you the only ones that are like Yeah, this is stupid or because I mean, I feel like everybody is kind of like that so I don't know the Q&A thing I was wondering if pretty people probably did ask about or talk about return to office and they just moderated that shit out Whenever I've listened to those over the last year or two, it always irritates me whenever somebody asks about returned to office or work from home weeks or just general like leniency on schedule they get so fucking condescending and like self-righteous you know it's just fucking gross. Fuck those people. I don't know about project management so I'm going I'm going backwards cause that one really robbed me up like I don't know what their project management system is. I worked with a couple of them that seem OK but I think I've also seen some. I don't know what they're doing, but it's kind of the nature of project management. I think like some people are good add and some people just aren't cause it's really like doing a project management like You know thing like like a certification or court like first getting into that it's kind of abstract like it's hard to wrap your head around. If you don't already know what it is like it was for me like I didn't really get it until I and I had classes in project management and like stuff in college and I never really got it. Until I went to audit and then didn't also get that at some point it all kind of clicked like running an audit is literally project management Like methodology wise but anyway Yeah, so yeah you said gag me which I will be more than happy to oblige and the answer so then Sunny that dude sounds worthless. I mean, obviously he's valuable, but it must be fucking nice to just work one day a week or whatever one classes of semester as a professor like what the fuck just going to talking to kids about shit. Yeah, yes please. I guess his family just has money and he didn't have to work. I mean cool cool bro. So yeah, that would be awesome but also fuck him for being able to do that. It would not be OK. Let me see what your next message said sorry do you want? Do you wanna hear me bitching too? Does that make you feel better or do you want me to try to make you feel better?
[2026-03-10 16:57:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: It is it's the fucking worst but the kids think but some people like it and that's the great thing about you is that you understand that you don't want that life because you're not equipped and it's not like what you want but some people that the bad thing so some people are equipped and can't handle it just With the worst ones are the ones who aren't equipped and can't handle it but also want kids Or unequipped and just get knocked up and then have them and then it's just a fucking mess all around So yeah, fuck that yeah, I think you're lucky stars that you are Asking me for something at 5 o'clock he's serious bro Yeah, so anyway Cancel
[2026-03-10 16:59:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: OK, I've only listened to like the first minute if even that, but I wanted to say before I forgot that like about the whole Personal development moving up career coaching like yes, I believe in Theory like all these things like yeah it's great that goals and objective for yourself and then like work towards doing that that's all fucking fine and Danny nobody's arguing that the bullshit part of it is is that no matter what we do all of this is for you fuck they're in the fucking easy to make you all Warridge while we just fucking peons Sit around doing all the fucking work like begging for a fucking extra day to work from home. It's just don't act like you give a single fuck about us whenever everything that you do says the fucking opposite just admit that you are a fucking selfish fuck and this is all about making money. I would respect you or if you. Fucking just was transparent and that thing I don't feel like our leadership anywhere at Schwab is transparent about fucking dick. It's ridiculous.
[2026-03-10 17:03:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Oh America is asking you for something right now that's hideous Good luck hopefully, it's something quick. The other thing I was gonna say about the fucking old is that Nigel was in Denver today and literally the first thing you fucking said was. You know, I gotta say you know, cause since I work from home now That it's really great to be here with people, but it's also a little bit intimidating to be around this many people and I'm just saying why the fuck would you start up the fact that you work from fucking home like read the room you out of touch fuck I mean, what the fuck
[2026-03-10 17:05:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Oh 100% like those things are good things to have setting goals and all that etc. but the thing that fucking infuriates me is when they say how they care about all the employees and all our futures, all the bullshit but then Then we have like a record breaking profits and we still get shit raises and shit bonuses like come the fuck on these dudes are making how many millions of dollars a year like like they couldn't fucking take a 10% pay cut and still be fucking rich and bump up our bonuses a little bit come on come the fuck on and then if you can't even do that Give us a goddamn extra day to work from home for fucks sake
[2026-03-10 17:06:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Are you serious? What the fuck how the fuck is that a thing?
[2026-03-10 17:07:00] Sam Willis: Bc he’s in San Fran
[2026-03-10 17:07:00] Sam Willis: BUT WHO SAYS IT
[2026-03-10 17:08:00] Dave: An out of touch old boomer
[2026-03-10 17:09:00] Sam Willis: Ugh
[2026-03-10 17:14:00] Sam Willis: If you couldn’t tell, I’m in my “I want to cut throats” phase
[2026-03-10 17:15:00] Sam Willis: Listen to rage music lol
[2026-03-10 17:15:00] Sam Willis: Listening**
[2026-03-10 17:15:00] Dave: What do you consider rage music?
[2026-03-10 17:16:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-10 17:17:00] Dave: Yayeah yeyeah
[2026-03-10 17:19:00] Sam Willis: A close second
[2026-03-10 17:20:00] Dave: Hehehe, great choices baby!
[2026-03-10 17:20:00] Dave: Are you singing along?!
[2026-03-10 17:22:00] Sam Willis: Uhhh fuck yes
[2026-03-10 17:23:00] Sam Willis: The part where Eminem comes in for his solo, i literally feel like I could lift a car off the ground lmao
[2026-03-10 17:23:00] Dave: Yesss!
[2026-03-10 17:23:00] Dave: I love it!
[2026-03-10 17:24:00] Dave: You know the song Godzilla? I used to be able to sing his whole last verse. The really fast one 🤭
[2026-03-10 17:26:00] Sam Willis: I do know that song 😍😍
[2026-03-10 17:27:00] Sam Willis: Now I gotta need to listen to it again 💪
[2026-03-10 17:27:00] Sam Willis: That’s impressive!
[2026-03-10 17:30:00] Sam Willis: Ummm that is hott 🔥🔥
[2026-03-10 17:31:00] Dave: I learned it when I should’ve been doing workpapers in IAD 🤭
[2026-03-10 17:32:00] Sam Willis: Literally how! Dude isn’t even breathing
[2026-03-10 17:33:00] Dave: Yeah you have to catch take a big breath right before. The queue is something something Cheetos… or something like that lol
[2026-03-10 17:34:00] Sam Willis: Man my Spotify is picking up lots of songs now I haven’t heard in years and years that I forgot about. I love when that happens
[2026-03-10 17:35:00] Sam Willis: Did you have the lyrics memorized too? Bc that’s insane
[2026-03-10 17:35:00] Sam Willis: Did you have the lyrics memorized too? Bc that’s insane
[2026-03-10 17:35:00] Dave: Oh yeah
[2026-03-10 17:35:00] Dave: You have to
[2026-03-10 17:36:00] Sam Willis: No you can read them off your screen lol
[2026-03-10 17:39:00] Dave: Lmao…. No way could I read that fast
[2026-03-10 17:40:00] Dave: That’s hot I learned it a video with the lyrics way down and gradually speeding it up until I had it full speed
[2026-03-10 17:43:00] Sam Willis: Oooooo that’s a good idea
[2026-03-10 18:33:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-03-10 18:39:00] Sam Willis: Yay!!!
[2026-03-10 18:40:00] Sam Willis: I’m also doing the thing
[2026-03-10 18:42:00] Dave: Walking the dogs AND working out?! Look at you!!
[2026-03-10 18:43:00] Sam Willis: Right?! I’m just in such a shit mood today that I feel like if I sit at home, I’m going to lose my shit
[2026-03-10 18:51:00] Dave: Yeah I thought that might be the strategy
[2026-03-10 18:57:00] Sam Willis: How are you doing
[2026-03-10 18:57:00] Dave: Pretty good 👍
[2026-03-10 18:57:00] Dave: Cooking some bacon for BLTs
[2026-03-10 18:59:00] Sam Willis: Yummmm
[2026-03-10 19:01:00] Dave: Hopefully you can get to your workout, get showered, and get to bed without anybody pissing you off
[2026-03-10 19:06:00] Sam Willis: I have to pick up Kai at 830 from choir 😒
[2026-03-10 19:06:00] Dave: What time is your workout?
[2026-03-10 19:06:00] Sam Willis: But otherwise, that is definitely the plan
[2026-03-10 19:06:00] Sam Willis: 6
[2026-03-10 19:07:00] Dave: Do you eat before or after?
[2026-03-10 19:07:00] Sam Willis: I’m trying to book it. Just started walking Ginger. I have no idea what I’m going to eat. Probably don’t have time lol. I’ll grab a yogurt or something
[2026-03-10 19:08:00] Dave: Is ginger still leaking?
[2026-03-10 19:08:00] Sam Willis: Not that I’ve seen but hard to tell bc I’m not home during the day and she’s upstairs on the carpet all day soooo that’s fun
[2026-03-10 19:20:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: OK, Candace and Sunil drama whenever you have a time to listen not really drama but I'm walking so I thought I'd update you but Candace Marco today and all right like Sue Neil doesn't believe in labels so they don't have one but I mean they've been essentially dating for like probably like committed kind of dating for two years known each other for four and dating like pretty much the whole time though, but anyway he's still like won't Say that like they're exclusive even though like they seem pretty exclusive but anyway, I think I said anyway, like 10 times sorry He there's a other girl named Julia or something which I know sounds very close to Juliet, but I think her name is Julia anyway I don't know if they've dated before, but I'm pretty sure they definitely have hooked up before well She's been upset because he still has some sort of relationship with her and it seems like an emotional one because and she's upset about this because it seems like an emotional one because she's been like all depressed life and ready to kill herself and because of that like who meals like kind of at her back and like whenever she's like I'm having you know what breakdown he's like there And I guess yeah the other day he went out to lunch with her and then like had dinner with her also and she was at his house and Candace was pretty pissed off and he was like what's like why are you mad and she's like well because You I don't wanna be hidden. I'm sick and tired of being a secret because she doesn't know about Candace. He just says that he's dating casually around and come on Jen and you know he doesn't say that he's like actually seriously seeing somebody it has been for I don't know fucking two years and so she's like I'm really sick. Of being a secret that's not fair to me and she's like in the fact that you won't even bring that up to her or like say that in a conversation tells me that you're worried more about her feelings than you are about mine and she and he was like well what how do you want me to just bring the sub conversation she's super fragile Blah blah blah and she's like well you're showing me right now is that you can't have a difficult conversation with somebody and you're so worried about her feelings which is a sign of codependency can you imagine dating a therapist cause that's what she is but anyway And he was like OK you're right you know I'll figure out a way to put in conversation but you know like what if she kills herself and Candice is like well if she kills herself if she wants to kill herself, she's going to kill herself so there's nothing you can do about that. You're not responsible for somebody else's life for feelings. So apparently, he understood although to be honest, she's having this conversation with her multiple times maybe not about this chick, but just in general about the not really telling people that she exist So I don't know Anyway, that's it
[2026-03-10 20:06:00] Dave: Hope you’re having a great workout 😄
[2026-03-10 20:31:00] Sam Willis: It was good!
[2026-03-10 20:31:00] Sam Willis: Glad I went!
[2026-03-10 20:32:00] Dave: I’m proud of you! 😊
[2026-03-10 20:33:00] Sam Willis: Thank you baby
[2026-03-10 20:33:00] Sam Willis: I had a flash memory of us having sex while I was doing crunches 😂🥵
[2026-03-10 20:33:00] Sam Willis: Thank you baby
[2026-03-10 20:34:00] Dave: Hahaha, that’s an odd trigger
[2026-03-10 20:34:00] Dave: But I’ll take it!!
[2026-03-10 20:34:00] Sam Willis: I guess cause I was on my back 🤷♀️😂
[2026-03-10 20:35:00] Dave: Right where I like you 😏
[2026-03-10 20:36:00] Sam Willis: Welp, THAT got me instantly wet!
[2026-03-10 20:37:00] Dave: And THAT got me instantly hard 😈
[2026-03-10 20:37:00] Dave: And THAT got me instantly hard 😈
[2026-03-10 21:22:00] Sam Willis: Thanks for letting me angry vent to you earlier, baby
[2026-03-10 21:24:00] Dave: Thank YOU for doing so 😊
[2026-03-10 21:24:00] Dave: How about a discussion card?
[2026-03-10 21:25:00] Dave: Oh shit and we’re supposed to do the score card lol
[2026-03-10 21:25:00] Sam Willis: Omg we suck lol
[2026-03-10 21:25:00] Sam Willis: Ok let’s do scorecard
[2026-03-10 21:26:00] Sam Willis: But like, thinking back all the way from last Wednesday 😂
[2026-03-10 21:26:00] Dave: Ima need a few mins. Packing up some orders
[2026-03-10 21:27:00] Sam Willis: No worries. I just have to leave in 30 min to get Kai
[2026-03-10 21:27:00] Sam Willis: We can always do it tomorrow 😘
[2026-03-10 21:38:00] Dave: https://www.tiktok.com/@niya_2pretty/video/7613318220837162271?_r=1&_d=secCgYIASAHKAESPgo8svcvVuaJ6Z54RzStH6c2usHxkiX%2B6mUFH2VbE8gW3CBGYv4YgDE0FB%2B2R785PU3rQtTdNeMT05nCwAbAGgA%3D&_svg=3&checksum=7596d840bca2f4758ee004648c7a95ea95a07d20202f829bde9c8c21fc4434aa&item_author_type=2&link_reflow_popup_iteration_sharer=%7B%22dynamic_cover%22%3A1%2C%22follow_to_play_duration%22%3A-1%2C%22click_empty_to_play%22%3A1%2C%22profile_clickable%22%3A1%7D&preview_pb=0&reflow_page_type=1&reflow_sign_scene=1&rgssign=2.1.nrqyIGpS4bR2jSDGjAU-fg&sec_user_id=MS4wLjABAAAAp652rtieHTEg7OliP7P1sBjf3peXAgy-xjPI40puygjNsu2DrnM0-xuAZBN_I1yX&share_app_id=1233&share_item_id=7613318220837162271&share_link_id=6EE48928-B668-4E96-82D5-FEAB3D061351&share_region=US&share_scene=2&sharer_language=en&social_share_type=0&source=h5_m×tamp=1773196667&tt_from=copy&u_code=elh9b7c02imacm&ug_btm=b2001&user_id=7533307186400691213&utm_campaign=client_share&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=copy TikTok · Niya 72.4K likes, 646 comments. “#funny #relateable #fyp ”
[2026-03-10 21:38:00] Sam Willis: Hahahaha!
[2026-03-10 21:39:00] Dave: https://www.tiktok.com/@samella.wooding/video/7609123044279258382?_r=1&_d=secCgYIASAHKAESPgo8RydoCkybAI9IYSH5N5CNcMMP5dLXekNLt5cqCR4UqH5mZ6wyfRx%2FwnTrXX%2BUj0F2Lai1GumuS8LwYfBxGgA%3D&_svg=3&checksum=9a02cdbc19d503cf1f198bf6b779d48ada2f6028b1fd9c98e5de78a0ab2f21a3&item_author_type=2&link_reflow_popup_iteration_sharer=%7B%22dynamic_cover%22%3A1%2C%22follow_to_play_duration%22%3A-1%2C%22click_empty_to_play%22%3A1%2C%22profile_clickable%22%3A1%7D&preview_pb=0&reflow_page_type=1&reflow_sign_scene=1&rgssign=2.1.OFfKK3A4tVt8l_X7FFBprg&sec_user_id=MS4wLjABAAAAp652rtieHTEg7OliP7P1sBjf3peXAgy-xjPI40puygjNsu2DrnM0-xuAZBN_I1yX&share_app_id=1233&share_item_id=7609123044279258382&share_link_id=0258DE50-D0F2-4846-841E-5925954FA50B&share_region=US&share_scene=2&sharer_language=en&social_share_type=0&source=h5_m×tamp=1773196699&tt_from=copy&u_code=elh9b7c02imacm&ug_btm=b2001&user_id=7533307186400691213&utm_campaign=client_share&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=copy TikTok · Meow life _88 81.1K likes, 470 comments. “The unique way cats go down stairs 🤣”
[2026-03-10 21:44:00] Sam Willis: Ok PLEASE build that tubey thing for your cats. PLEASE PLEASE lol
[2026-03-10 21:45:00] Sam Willis: And the two cats that fucking free fell. Jesus!
[2026-03-10 21:46:00] Dave: Right?!
[2026-03-10 21:51:00] Dave: === prompt_test_nsfw1.txt === The grumpy, unsettled energy of the morning clung to her like a second skin, a low-grade hum of dread she couldn’t name. Sam sat at her desk, the flat corporate drone of the all-hands meeting a white noise backdrop to the real noise in her head—a symphony of frustration about gas prices, incompetent PMs, and the soul-crushing inanity of ‘synergy.’ She’d texted Dave every jagged piece of it, the angry venting a release valve, and his responses had been a steady, absorbing presence, taking the heat from her words without flinching. He’d made her a goddamn cycle tracker. He *knew* her. And right now, knowing felt like the only solid ground in a swamp of corporate bullshit and luteal-phase gloom. Her phone buzged against the wood. A message from him lit up the screen: *Right where I like you.* A bolt of pure, liquid heat shot through her, instantaneous and shocking, centering low in her belly. The grumpiness didn’t evaporate; it fused with the sudden arousal into something darker, more potent. A need to be taken apart. She typed back, her fingers unsteady. *Welp, THAT got me instantly wet!* His reply was immediate. *And THAT got me instantly hard.* The office around her blurred. The droning voice from the conference speaker became meaningless static. All she could feel was the damp heat between her thighs and the phantom weight of his body, the memory of him moving inside her a month ago now a physical ache. The vulnerability she’d confessed to earlier—the fear and the wetness of being bound, exposed—wasn’t a distant fantasy. It was a key turning in a lock deep inside her, and only he held it. “I’m done,” she muttered to the empty room, shutting her laptop with a definitive click. The workday was a corpse. She drove home on autopilot, the need a throbbing pulse synced to the turn signal. She walked the dog, her mind a thousand miles away in Virginia. She went through the motions at the gym, and on her back during crunches, she didn’t see the ceiling tiles. She saw his face above her, intent, focused, *hers*. The house was empty when she returned, a temporary reprieve. She stood under the shower, the water sluicing away the sweat but not the tension. She was toweling off when her phone rang. Video call. Dave. She answered, not bothering with a robe, the steam from the bathroom curling around her. He was in his living room, the familiar shelves behind him. His eyes, warm and knowing, scanned her face, then drifted down, taking in the sight of her damp skin, the beads of water caught in the hollow of her collarbone. “Hey, you,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right through the screen and into her bones. “Hey.” Her own voice was rough. “I’m… I’m a mess today.” “I know,” he said, simple, accepting. “Tell me what you need.” She swallowed. The honesty they practiced was a blade, and she turned it on herself. “I need you to make me forget my own head. I need to not be in charge of anything. I need… I need to feel you. For real. Not through a screen.” His expression shifted, the warmth hardening into something more intense, more commanding. “Show me.” A shuddering breath left her. She let the towel drop. The cool air pebbled her skin, her nipples tightening into hard peaks. She watched his eyes darken, saw his jaw tighten. “Now turn around,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for question. “Put the phone down on the counter. I want to see all of you.” The vulnerability was terrifying, exhilarating. She obeyed, turning her back to the camera, bending slightly to place the phone so its lens captured the full length of her—the curve of her spine, the swell of her ass, the backs of her thighs. She was utterly exposed, and the sensation was a dizzying cocktail of shame and desperate arousal. “Good girl,” he murmured, and the praise scorched her. “Now spread your legs for me. Just a little.” She did, the movement making her acutely aware of the slickness already gathering between them. “I can see how wet you are, Sam,” he said, his voice thick. “I can see you glistening. Are you thinking about my cock?” “Yes,” she gasped, the word torn from her. “Are you thinking about how it felt, stretching you open, filling you up?” “God, yes.” “Touch yourself. Show me how much you want it.” Her hand trembled as she reached between her legs. The first contact was a shock, her own fingers feeling alien, until she imagined they were his. She stroked through her folds, collecting the wetness, a soft moan escaping her lips. “That’s it,” he coaxed, his own breathing audible now, ragged. “Use two fingers. Imagine it’s my tongue. I’d taste every inch of you, baby. I’d lick you until you came screaming.” She pushed two fingers inside herself, a shallow, desperate rhythm. The fantasy was overpowering—his mouth on her, his hands pinning her hips, the rough scrape of his beard against her inner thighs. She was panting now, her forehead resting against the cool countertop. “I wish I was there,” he growled, and she could hear the strain in his voice, could imagine him gripping himself. “I’d bend you over this very counter. I’d tie your wrists to the faucet so you couldn’t move. You’d be completely helpless, just taking what I give you. Would you like that? Being tied up and used for my pleasure?” The image, pulled directly from their earlier whispers, unmoored her. “Yes,” she sobbed, her fingers working faster. “Please, Dave. I want it. I want to be yours like that.” “You are mine,” he stated, absolute and final. “Come for me. Come right now, thinking about my cock replacing your fingers, thinking about me claiming every part of you.” It crashed over her with the force of a rogue wave, a climax that ripped a cry from her throat, her body bowing as the pleasure, sharp and cleansing, burned through the frustration and dread. She slumped against the counter, spent, trembling. A long, quiet moment passed, filled only with the sound of their breathing syncing across the miles. “Okay?” he asked softly, the dominant edge gone, deep, grounding tenderness that was uniquely his. She turned, grabbing the phone, bringing his face close to hers. She was a wreck—flushed, tear-streaked, utterly undone. And she had never felt more whole. “Okay,” she whispered, a smile touching her lips. “The grumpy is gone.” He smiled back, his eyes holding hers with an intimacy that felt more penetrating than any touch. “Good. Now go put some clothes on before you catch a chill. I love you, you know.” She pulled a clean t-shirt over her head, his scent from a past visit somehow lingering in the fabric. “I know,” she said, the words imbued with the quiet certainty of their four-year truth. The world outside was still stupid, work was still a joke, but the core of her was calm, sated, and profoundly his. She curled up on the couch, the phone propped beside her, his presence a tangible warmth in the empty room, and for the first time all day, she felt perfectly, peacefully at home. === prompt_test_nsfw1_report.txt === PROMPT TEST REPORT Generated: 2026-03-10 21:44:37 Date: 2026-03-10 Prompt: nsfw1 Task: nsfw1 Model: deepseek/deepseek-v3.2 Status: succeeded Summary - artifact_count: 1 - artifacts: {'nsfw1': 'data/days/2026/03/2026-03-10/nsfw1.txt'} Tasks - Generate artifacts: completed
[2026-03-10 21:52:00] Dave: Ok, getting back in action 😁
[2026-03-10 21:53:00] Sam Willis: Ahhh!
[2026-03-10 21:53:00] Sam Willis: I’ll read before bed tonight ❤️
[2026-03-10 21:53:00] Sam Willis: I am toast. I can’t believe I have to go get Kai. 😡
[2026-03-10 21:54:00] Dave: It’s still stuck on the same old “finger yourself” scenario, but I think it really weaved the context from today’s txts in well.
[2026-03-10 21:54:00] Dave: Ugh, yeah that sucks after the grumpy but somehow still productive day you had
[2026-03-10 21:56:00] Sam Willis: When you heading to bed baby?
[2026-03-10 21:57:00] Dave: I’m still packing up orders to go out tomorrow
[2026-03-10 21:57:00] Dave: Probably in next 30-45mins
[2026-03-10 21:58:00] Dave: I’m going to listen to your message before I go to sleep though, and I’m getting ready to do my scorecard rn
[2026-03-10 21:59:00] Sam Willis: Let’s send the scorecard and do the card tomorrow. When my brain can better process and think back. I have mine teed up but the brain is at like 1% lol
[2026-03-10 22:00:00] Dave: Hahaha, ok sweetie. That’s so auditor-y of you
[2026-03-10 22:01:00] Sam Willis: And this is our card for tomorrow
[2026-03-10 22:01:00] Sam Willis: Why are you laughing!!!
[2026-03-10 22:01:00] Dave: Because the answer is nothing
[2026-03-10 22:02:00] Sam Willis: Hmmm mine might not be that
[2026-03-10 22:03:00] Dave: Ok.. I’m intrigued 🤔
[2026-03-10 22:03:00] Sam Willis: I mean it might be! But I gotta think lol
[2026-03-10 22:04:00] Sam Willis: I haven’t ever straight up asked you to get a divorce lol
[2026-03-10 22:04:00] Dave: I know what is…
[2026-03-10 22:04:00] Sam Willis: but that’s one!!! 😂😂
[2026-03-10 22:04:00] Dave: Yep 😉
[2026-03-10 22:04:00] Sam Willis: You had the same thought??? No
[2026-03-10 22:04:00] Dave: Hahaha, 100%
[2026-03-10 22:04:00] Sam Willis: No it fucking wasn’t
[2026-03-10 22:05:00] Dave: I sweat to godess
[2026-03-10 22:07:00] Dave: And props for saying it. I bet that felt sketchy 😅
[2026-03-10 22:08:00] Sam Willis: Hmmm actually no, not really 😅
[2026-03-10 22:08:00] Dave: Good 😘
[2026-03-10 22:08:00] Sam Willis: I mean…that IS my ultimate desire
[2026-03-10 22:09:00] Dave: Sigh…
[2026-03-10 22:09:00] Dave: I love you
[2026-03-10 22:09:00] Sam Willis: I love you too 😔
[2026-03-10 22:14:00] Dave: Honestly. It’s on my mind pretty frequently. I know you’re not “asking”, but still… I want you to know. I’m not trying to give you a non-answer, or avoid the topic. But I’m also hesitant to lean into it because there’s just sooo much to process about it all. As you well know.
[2026-03-10 22:17:00] Sam Willis: I understand and i honestly was not trying to or expecting to get into the topic. I have a hard enough time building up the courage to try to end mine. So I can’t even fathom you trying to process ending yours. And honestly, baby, I have no expectations or even really any hope that it will ever actually happen.
[2026-03-10 22:18:00] Sam Willis: So, it’s not like you’re stringing me along or anything
[2026-03-10 22:20:00] Sam Willis: I’m still fucking sad about it. But yea lol
[2026-03-10 22:20:00] Dave: I know, I know. Just something I wanted you to know. Sounds like I have more hope that I’ll be able to do it than you do lol
[2026-03-10 22:21:00] Sam Willis: And id prefer that lol
[2026-03-10 22:21:00] Dave: And I also appreciate you expressing your understanding
[2026-03-10 22:21:00] Sam Willis: And id prefer that lol
[2026-03-10 22:22:00] Dave: For sure. I get that.
[2026-03-10 22:45:00] Dave: So my question is: if he won’t commit to Candace… what makes her think he owes her any is that? Granted, I’m totally an outsider, but from what you’ve told me it seems like he has been pretty clear about what *waves arms at all that* is, and Candace simply wants more than he’s willing to give. Also, when he said “what if she kills herself?”, she totally should have said: …problem solved 👋😐
[2026-03-10 22:45:00] Dave: So my question is: if he won’t commit to Candace… what makes her think he owes her any is that? Granted, I’m totally an outsider, but from what you’ve told me it seems like he has been pretty clear about what *waves arms at all that* is, and Candace simply wants more than he’s willing to give. Also, when he said “what if she kills herself?”, she totally should have said: …problem solved 👋😐
[2026-03-10 22:47:00] Dave: OK sweetheart, I’m going to bed. finally 🙄. I love you so so much and I can’t wait to talk to you tomorrow 🥰😘
[2026-03-10 22:50:00] Sam Willis: Hmmm I definitely will video message on this in the morning. I have opposing thoughts
[2026-03-10 22:50:00] Sam Willis: Hmmm I definitely will video message on this in the morning. I have opposing thoughts
[2026-03-10 22:51:00] Sam Willis: I’m glad you’re finally going to bed! Can’t wait to talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams baby ❤️
[2026-03-10 23:13:00] Sam Willis: Voice** message lol
[2026-03-10 23:13:00] Sam Willis: Voice** message lol
DAY OVERVIEW Tuesday, the day unfolds with Sam's grumpiness due to work frustrations and emotional instability, leading into sexually charged exchanges with Dave, and closing on a reflective note about their relationship's complexity. The defining theme revolves around the tension between professional dissatisfaction and personal longing.
TOPIC INVENTORY 1. Morning Grumpiness - Sam expresses disdain for mornings and general grumpiness. - Emotional register: Grumpy, fatigued. - Notable quotes: "I hate mornings. I’m so grumpy."
- Work Frustration
- Sam vents about the ineffectiveness of work meetings, particularly the CRM all-hands meeting.
- Emotional register: Frustrated, angry.
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Notable quotes: "Just absolutely fucking stupid... this is like that scene from Billy Madison."
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Friend's Relationship Drama
- Sam shares Candace and Sunil's relationship issues regarding exclusivity and emotional dependency.
- Emotional register: Intrigued, critical.
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Notable quotes: "I’m really sick of being a secret."
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Personal Development and Career Progression
- Both criticize corporate lip service regarding career advancement.
- Emotional register: Cynical, disillusioned.
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Notable quotes: "Don't act like you give a single fuck about us."
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Mother's Alcoholism and Menopause
- Sam reflects on her mother's alcoholism during menopause and her fears about her own future.
- Emotional register: Reflective, worried.
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Notable quotes: "I’m going to be textbook psycho."
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Gas Prices and Cost of Living
- Brief mention of rising gas prices and economic discontent.
- Emotional register: Annoyed.
- Notable quotes: "Gas was $4.35 this morning."
SEXUAL & PHYSICAL CONTENT - Described longing for physical intimacy, with vivid imagery and explicit fantasies. - Initiated by Sam; escalated by Dave. - Specific language: "Right where I like you," "THAT got me instantly wet." - Physical sensations: Longing, wetness, and arousal. - Fantasies of bondage, being tied up, and helplessness.
EMOTIONAL DYNAMICS - Dave offers support and steadiness; Sam vents frustrations and vulnerability. - Power dynamics: Sam expresses need for emotional and physical release, Dave provides grounding and assurance. - Expressions of longing interwoven with their "forbidden" relationship complexities. - Vulnerability shown through open discussions about their future desires and fears.
MEMORABLE LANGUAGE - "I’m so fucking grumpy" — [Sam], expressing her morning mood. - "I get so disengaged when people spew fucking bullshit." — [Sam], on work frustrations. - "I’m not even fine now!! lol" — [Sam], discussing emotional instability. - "Touch yourself. Show me how much you want it." — [Dave], during a sexual exchange. - "I love you, you know." — [Dave], expressing affection. - "Our leadership anywhere at Schwab is transparent about fucking dick." — [Sam], on corporate dissatisfaction. - "I love you too 😔" — [Sam], during a reflective moment on their relationship. - "I want to be yours like that." — [Sam], conveying vulnerability in fantasy. - "Are you singing along?!" — [Dave], during a playful music exchange.
CONTINUITY HOOKS - Sam's emotional instability and reflective thoughts on her mother's menopause. - Their ongoing discussions about corporate dissatisfaction and personal growth. - The unresolved topic of their "forbidden" relationship's future and any potential changes. - The role of their sexual fantasies and how they might explore them further. - Sam's mention of needing to pick up Kai, suggesting ongoing responsibilities.
MOOD MAP Grumpy fatigue → Work frustration → Sexual longing → Reflective vulnerability → Quiet acknowledgment
I woke up feeling that familiar weight of grumpiness pressing down on me. Mornings have never been my forte. I mumbled to myself about hating them as I tried to shake off the fatigue. Stumbling through my morning routine, I couldn’t help but feel the looming shadow of work frustrations ahead. The CRM all-hands meeting was just another reminder of how absurd corporate life can be. It’s like that ridiculous scene from Billy Madison where everyone’s dumber after hearing it. I vented my anger, frustrated by how disengaged I get when people spew bullshit.
Later, as I shared Candace and Sunil’s relationship drama with Dave, I couldn’t ignore the irony of it all. The secret-keeping, the emotional dependency — I critiqued it out loud but recognized some of those feelings mirrored in my own life. With Dave, things are never quite straightforward. Our relationship is wrapped in layers of complexity, but somehow that’s what makes it real.
We talked about career progression — the hollow words of advancement that management always peddles. It’s hard not to feel cynical. I mean, don’t act like you care about us when transparency is a joke. I admitted to Dave that I’m not even fine now amid the corporate bullshit. Yet, in that space with him, my defenses lowered. We’ve always had this rare understanding, this total knowledge of one another that makes me feel safe enough to be utterly myself.
As the day unfolded, the weight of my mother’s struggles with alcoholism during menopause seeped into my thoughts. I worry about my own future, about becoming a textbook psycho. Dave, in his quietly confident way, offered the kind of steadiness that reassures me, grounding me in the moments when I feel unmoored.
Gas prices climbed to $4.35, and I mentioned it offhandedly, more annoyed than anything. It’s like the universe decided to add a cherry on top of the day’s frustrations. But amid these grumblings and shared cynicisms, there was Dave. We found ourselves drawn into a familiar pull of longing and desire. I initiated it, letting my need for physical intimacy surface. Dave met me there, his words and presence kindling that fire between us. His command to touch myself, the way he watched me, it was intoxicating. It reminded me how well he knows me, how much I trust him to hold me in those moments of vulnerability.
Dave’s affection, his simple “I love you, you know,” settled into me with a warmth I can't quite describe. His steadiness isn’t distance; it’s what lets me stop bracing against the world. I told him I love him too, that quiet acknowledgment of our bond, knowing full well the complexities we navigate aren’t easily resolved. Yet, our connection is the most authentic thing I’ve ever known.
As I prepared to pick up Kai, I couldn’t help but reflect on the day — the grumpiness, the venting, the longing, all wrapped in this intricate dance between work life and personal desires. With Dave, everything feels more intensely alive, like I’m both protected and completely seen. And maybe, just maybe, that's what makes all the difference.
Mornings with Sam can be a bit of a storm, and today was no exception. I could hear her voice, heavy with irritation, cutting through the quiet of the early hour. “I hate mornings. I’m so grumpy,” she muttered, almost to herself. There’s something raw about her in the mornings. No pretenses. Just Sam, unfiltered. It’s these moments, when the world is still shaking off sleep, that I find myself most drawn to her honesty, even if it comes wrapped in grumpiness.
As the day unfolded, her irritation steeped into frustration. The all-hands meeting at her work was a catalyst for her exasperation. “Just absolutely fucking stupid... this is like that scene from Billy Madison,” she ranted, a mix of anger and disbelief in her voice. I could almost see the eye-roll through the phone. That’s Sam for you — sharp, discerning, never one to suffer fools gladly. It wasn’t hard to feel her frustration. I’ve been there too — meetings that feel like time siphoned away.
Her focus drifted to her friends' drama — Candace and Sunil. “I’m really sick of being a secret,” she said, recounting Candace's ongoing issues. There was a hint of judgment, but mostly intrigue. Relationship secrets and emotional dependencies, they’re messy, and despite their complexity, they fascinate her. Maybe because our own relationship dances on the edge of secrecy, albeit laced with intention rather than necessity.
That led us into our usual dance of cynicism about corporate careers. We both know the song well — the lip service about career advancement that never seems to hit a true note. “Don’t act like you give a single fuck about us,” she quipped. There’s a solidarity in our shared disillusionment, a kind of weary camaraderie. We’ve found a rhythm in these conversations, a shared cadence of skepticism and mutual understanding.
Then, the conversation took a turn. Her voice softened, carrying the weight of something deeper. She spoke about her mother’s alcoholism during menopause and her own fears about the future. “I’m going to be textbook psycho,” she said, a mix of self-awareness and worry. I could feel the vulnerability in her words, the kind that only comes when you’re not worried about being judged. I listened, offering what steadiness I could, the way she’s always let me.
Even as the day wore on, we kept circling back to each other, our conversations laced with an undercurrent of physical longing. Sam initiated it — a familiar dance we both know the steps to well. Her words were electric, charged with desire. “Right where I like you,” she teased, her voice low and inviting. There’s something powerful in such a simple statement, and I felt it echo deep within me. We’ve always had this — the ability to blur lines between conversation and intimacy, between longing and fulfillment.
“Touch yourself. Show me how much you want it,” I said, my own voice laced with the anticipation we so often find ourselves caught in. It’s not just the physical; it’s the trust, the vulnerability, the knowing that whatever we have is ours and ours alone. I love her. I told her so, and when she replied, “I love you too 😔,” it felt like a quiet acknowledgment that tied the day together, a reminder of the complexity we navigate daily.
As the evening settled, her earlier grumpiness seemed like a distant memory. We talked about gas prices, rising costs — the everyday annoyances that punctuate life. And yet, even in those mundane exchanges, there’s something comforting. The normalcy of it, the shared complaints, the way we rely on each other’s presence to make sense of the world.
By the time the day drew to a close, I found myself reflecting on the path we walk together, this thing that neither of us anticipated but both of us cherish. With Sam, I’m not just steady. I’m seen. We’re more than the sum of our frustrations and desires. We’re us, and that’s something I wouldn’t trade for anything.
"Early flight?" I say as Sam walks into the first-class lounge at Phoenix Sky Harbor, black blazer over a white tee, faded jeans that hug her like they know her.
"Only option that worked." She slides the seat beside me out with her foot. "They had me on a call at 10 PM last night, and then another at 5. Same fucking thing every week — every VP talking in circles about next-quarter targets like they think the repetition will transform bullshit into strategy."
I hand her the bourbon I grabbed. "Your third-favorite thing."
She takes it, the first third disappearing before she's settled. "Top five at least."
"So we're in agreement — meetings are just poorly rehearsed theater for people who confuse motion with progress." I don't know if she knows I had a flashback to that exact Billy Madison line when she sent it this morning.
She hums, staring into the amber liquid before taking another drink. From anyone else, that's the sound you make when something's deeper than tiredness. From Sam, it's the sound of gears not just stuck but spinning backward.
"Inbound to Phoenix, outbound to Reno, inbound to Virginia, outbound to Phoenix." She lifts the glass again. "If I were invested in frequent-flier miles, I'd be having a great fiscal year."
"It's a lot."
"It is what it is."
I watch her jaw work, the minute tension she carries when she's not aware of being observed. People who mistake her for fragile have never tried to unlock a door she didn't want opened. Inside, though — that's different.
Inside her is the space I've inhabited every time I've held her afterward, when quiet replaces heat and her breathing slows against me, when she's lulled and loose and her "I love you" comes without armor.
"You hate your colleagues," I say. It's not a question.
"When one more person says 'circle back' unironically, I'm walking into traffic."
"You love your actual job."
"Most days."
"Me too."
She leans into the chair, tipping it back until it balances on two legs. "You ever get the sense you're just a placeholder until they find someone who doesn't ask for a raise?"
"Every Tuesday."
"See, that's the problem — companies aren't people. They're engines designed to extract more than they give. The moment you stop overperforming for free, the relationship's over."
She finishes the bourbon and sets the glass down harder than necessary.
"So today," she says. "Today sucked."
"Tell me."
She does. One direction into the conversation and she's off — the CRM meeting's uselessness, corporate lip service on career development, her mother's drinking during menopause, the fear that she'll turn out exactly the same.
"I'm not even fine," she says, and it lands quiet enough that the surrounding lounge noise fades. "And I don't know how to stop that."
I reach across the small table, my palm resting on her thigh. It's warm through the denim. "You don't have to be."
"The only thing worse than being fucked over is pretending you're not." She exhales, sharp and frustrated. "But admitting you need something? That somehow makes you weak. Like needing is the problem instead of the solution."
My hand slides up, thumb pressing into the seam of her jeans where the leg meets her body. "Who told you that?"
"Everyone. My whole life."
"Then forget them."
And then we're kissing, bourbon drifting between us like the taste of a vow I've kept silent for years.
The airport is quieter now, and I can taste her need before I feel it — a current underneath the fatigue, sharp and craving. I've memorized her patterns enough to know the difference between the times she wants comfort and the times she wants to feel owned. Right now I can tell. She wants it rough.
"Can you put yourself in my place?" she murmurs against my lips.
I know what she's asking. I lock my eyes on hers.
Tell me no.
She doesn't.
You said craving. I'm craving.
Fuck me Dave, I want to move. I want to scream. Give into the delirium to screw me into these blankets.
I turn in the seat, hand sliding up her thigh beneath the blazer, until I feel the heat bleeding through her jeans where her legs meet. My thumb hooks the waistband, tugging lightly.
"If I were there," I say, voice low enough that only she can hear it, "this would be the part where I'd tell you to stop talking until I said otherwise."
She inhales, quick and surprised. I keep going.
"Hold that for me."
She doesn't move, except her pulse, which I can feel through the denim now.
I kiss the base of her throat where her pulse is hammering and keep my eye contact. "You want to be tied up and fucked until you stop fighting the fact that you need it. We're not fighting that, remember?"
A single, quick nod.
"Safe word," I say.
"Kai," she breathes.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, until her breathing comes hard through her nose. My hand on her hip presses down, warning.
"Slow," I whisper. "If you come now, I'll stop."
And I do — pulling back, sliding my hand away, leaving her tracking my movement. The air between us is electric. I can feel her clit through the jeans, the way it's throbbing with need just sitting next to her. I lean in.
"What's in it for me?"
She swallows. "Everything."
I take her hand, lace our fingers, and stand. "Come with me."
The lounge is emptying out. We cross to the hallway leading to the restrooms without hurrying, without drawing attention beyond a glance. I pull her through the door at the end — a larger family restroom, thankfully unoccupied.
I close the door, turn the lock, and pull her into me immediately. The kiss is hard enough to make her gasp. My hands find her hips, push her back against the mirrored wall.
"We're not doing quiet here," I say, my voice a low rumble in my chest. "We're doing right where I like you."
Her breath catches. "The closet was fun."
"This is better."
I grip her wrists, pull them above her head, press them against the cool tile above. Her reaction is immediate — a soft shudder running through her body, the way she presses her hips forward against me, seeking contact.
"My belt?" I whisper against her ear.
"Front left," she murmurs back.
I reach down while still pinning her hands, hook the belt loop, tug hard enough to pull her hips flush with mine. The contact makes her gasp.
"You're wet," I say, pressing my palm against her jeans where her clit is begging for attention. "Right where I want you."
She makes a small noise — protest or agreement, I can't tell, I don't care — when I slide my fingers under the waistband, tracing the elastic of her underwear. I can feel her slick, the way it's gathered there, waiting.
"Sam," I breathe against her throat while still holding her hands above her. "You're dripping."
Her hips buck against my hand. "Please—" she whispers.
"Trading places," I murmur, remembering her text from two nights ago when I sent that picture. "Your ass is mine this time, remember?"
She nods, frantic.
I release her hands, let her slide down the wall until she's on her knees in front of me, looking up at me in the mirror.
"Open," I command quietly.
She obeys.
I palm myself through my slacks, let her watch my fingers move the way I want her to, the way I know makes her crazy.
"You want this?" I say, not touching her anywhere but my eyes and the sound of my voice when I'll know exactly how deep her desire runs.
"Dave—"
"Do you?"
I watch her shiver. "Yes."
"You're filthy," I say, unbuckling, unzipping, just enough to free myself.
I tug her head forward, my hand in her hair — not rough, but commanding — and she takes me into her mouth without prompting, without hesitation.
This thing between us has always been a trade in desperate seconds. You're familiar.
And now, as her head works on me, as I grip her hair and watch her in the mirror, I feel it again. That complete, unilateral focus where nothing exists except the shared space of my need and her obedience.
"Bedroom," I whisper. "Full sentence."
"I want you to fuck my mouth," she breathes, and the statement hangs in the air, filthy and honest in ways neither of us could say to anyone else.
"Good girl," I murmur, and feel her shiver around me.
I pull her forward, grip her jaw, and angle her exactly the way I want. She lets me move her head, lets me set the pace, her eyes locked on mine in the mirror as I slide deeper than I usually let her take.
"That's it," I breathe. "Take it."
A shudder runs through her frame.
"Tell me how this feels," I say, still moving her head on me in a way I know hits her throat differently now.
She makes a choking noise, her hands coming up to grip my thighs as a brace. The sight of her in the mirror — Tasha's peach silk blouse pulled taut over her chest in the mirror; Tasha's hands tight on his sculpted thighs; Tasha's mascara feathering under her lashes as she takes him past the point that usually makes her pull away—that image tips everything. It's like a flip switched. I growl loudly and shove her head against me so her lips bounce off his pelvis. He keeps the pressure on and the image mesmerizes me. I am committed to his cock coming all the way down to the base now.
"Sam," I warn, "I'm close."
My fist tightens in her hair. I pick up the pace — faster. Harder. Each thrusts her head deeper onto me.
Another ten seconds, and I'm bucking against her. She doesn't gag or choke this time, just takes everything. When I'm through, I slide out slowly, letting her get one last pull on the way.
I lift her by the arms, pulling her onto shaky legs, and walk to the sink. I bend her over across it, her back arching, ass up and exposed as I shove her pants down to her ankles.
My fingers find her already soaking center. "Well, well," I whisper against her ear. "You're dripping."
She can only moan in response.
"Please, Dave—"
"Shh," I murmur, and slide two fingers inside.
She's tight as hell. The warmth envelops me.
"That's it," I breathe, working them in a slow circle. "Hold that for me."
"What's in it for me?"
I bite the curve of her earlobe. "This."
A third finger joins the first two. I push them, twisting, until she's clenching around me, hips moving of their own accord.
"You're filthy," I whisper against her throat. "You know that?"
I curl my fingers, find that spot deep inside her that makes her gasp sharply, hips jerking forward.
"Dave— please—"
I withdraw my hand, leaving her empty, panting against the countertop. I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock kissing her lips, teasing.
"Please what?" My voice is a low growl in her ear.
"Please— oh, God—" That's all she can get out before I slam forward to the hilt.
She cries out. I don't give her a second before I'm withdrawing completely, my palm pressed against her abdomen holding her in place.
"No, Dave— don't—"
"Tell me why I should let you come."
Her answer comes out choked, nearly incoherent. "Because I need it."
I push back in, slower this time, feeling her clamp around me like she doesn't want to let me go. "That's better."
I set a pace then — steady, unrelenting — my hips meeting hers with a rhythm that's been four years in the making. The slap of skin against skin echoes off the tile. The mirror fogs as her breath comes quicker.
"Watch yourself," I murmur, angling us so she can see both of us in the reflection. "Watch what you do to me."
Her thighs quake. "Dave— I—"
"I said hold it."
"But I can't—"
I wrap my fingers around her throat, just under her jaw, applying the barest pressure — erotic. Threatening. Promising.
"You can," I whisper. "For me."
I reach down then, thumb finding her clit while still moving inside her. She's completely helpless now — pinned between my chest and the counter, my fingers on her throat, my other hand working between her legs.
"Now," I breathe against her ear. "Come now."
And she does, her whole body locking up around me the way it always does when she surrenders everything. I follow her over, breath ragged as she milks me for every second of it.
When it's over, I release her throat, press soft kisses to the side of her face, to the top of her head. She's shaking, exhausted, completely limp against me.
"Shh," I murmur, stroking her hair. "You're good. I've got you."
She can still feel Natasha's voice in her ear but he's murmuring something that her overwrought mind can't make out. She's overrun. She listens to concerns, trying to sense what her body is actually asking for.
"Need anything?" I lift tired eyes to Natasha's face. She nods at me. "Thirsty."
I reach back, grab the bottle of water from the diaper bag sitting on the counter. Water cools the smoldering in her throat when I move to the small bench near one wall, lifting Tasha with me.
He relaxes against me, resting her head on my chest. "Love you," he murmurs.
I press my hand against her cheek to nudge her head upward to look at me. "Love you, too."
I put my arm around her waist, pull her close. I rock slightly, like I did at the beginning. She hums quietly. "You should sleep. It'll clear your head."
I touch it casually and she sighs. "Mmm. But I need this."
"Be boring?" I say jokingly, without heat: "Baby, sex isn't all I think about."
At this, she sits up. She looks at me strangely, the expression on her dark face is hurt. "I didn't think it was."
This disturbs me. "I WANT YOU." I take her buttocks in my hands and tilt her hips forward until he's seated. I am relaxed and warm, fully hard. I want to be surrounded by her. I want to be in those wet, soft spaces again."
"I need you as something more than physical." I hold her, her face against my chest. "Sam." I whisper her name.
"I know," I say. I smile at him sadly. "I'll miss you. I'll miss you so fking much."
"I'll get my bathroom rebuilt. And I'll see you on weekends."
"Ok. Tomorrow."
"Let's go back over the verbiage thing."
"I don't want to talk about it."
I sigh. "Ok, I'll leave it alone. As you wish."
But she will regret it — more, being, alone; less hardhearted — and farther away than it is now when she pushes him away. That will be too late. And she will regret it, for a moment. Clarice doubts that he will hear it with acceptance and equanimity, but if she will reject him, he must show dignity. But he thinks it's too late. He is in love.
I lean my forehead against hers, our breath mingling in the small space.
"On the way home," I whisper. "First Saturday of the month, you'll wake me up naked. Nothing else. And no talking."
She smiles against my lips. "Naked and quiet. Got it."
I pause. "Except for one thing. One single word. If you say 'please' once during sex, you get anything you ask."
"I may never say 'please' again. I already want you again."
She rests her head on my chest, her breathing evening out. "What's the ETA?"
"Flight closed. Boarding in ten."
"Then tell me it'll be okay."
I press my lips to her forehead. "It'll be okay."
She nods against me, her trust in that single gesture heavier than any promise.
We sit there for a few more moments, just breathing each other in, the world outside moving on without us, the connection between us the only certainty in a day of corporate bullshit and canceled meetings, the only truth that matters right now.
When the boarding call comes over the loudspeaker, Sam stirs.
"We should go."
I help her stand, right her clothes. Her hair's a mess, her lips swollen.
"You look perfect," I say, because it's true.
She catches my hand before I can pull away.
"Thanks for coming to get me."
"You said you needed me."
"I did."
We walk back through the lounge, fingers still laced loosely between us, into the terminal where their flight waits on the tarmac.
Sam pauses at the gate, looks back at me.
"We'll figure it out, right?"
I squeeze her fingers. "We always do."
The vault door sealed with a sigh of hydraulic finality, leaving Sam in a silence that hummed with the low frequency of the city’s power grid, three hundred stories below. Her suit, a matte grey polymer shellsuit designed for thermal reflection and not for comfort, felt suddenly tight. Across the darkened server farm, Dave adjusted the tool harness across his shoulders, the only sounds the tap of his gloved fingers on a glass tablet and the low whisper of his breath in her earpiece.
“Motion sensors are on a closed loop. We have eight minutes before the next sweep hits this sector,” he said, his voice devoid of the drawl he used in private. Here, he was all sharp edges and Virginia-honed precision.
“Eight minutes to get the packet, or eight minutes to get out?” Sam asked, her own voice steady despite the thrum in her veins. The job was straightforward: infiltrate the Mitsutani-Yamato data fortress, pluck a quantum key from a locked server, get gone. The complication was the feeling in her gut, the same one she’d had all day—a grinding frustration, a sense of dealing with systems designed by idiots. She’d sat through an op-sec briefing that morning that felt like a scene from a bad corporate satire, leadership spewing polished assurances that meant nothing. Transparent about fucking dick, she thought, the old resentment a hot coal in her chest.
“Seven minutes, forty seconds now,” Dave corrected, not looking up. A holographic schematic bloomed in the air between them, a labyrinth of coolant lines and security nodes. “The packet’s behind a physical lock. Old-school. Your play.”
She moved, the shellsuit whispering against the raised flooring. The lock was a brutalist chrome disc, etched with the Mitsutani dragon. She slid a set of tonal picks from her wrist sheath, her fingers knowing the work even as her mind churned. She felt Dave’s attention on her back, a tangible pressure. It was the same focus he gave her when she was venting about corporate bullshit, a listening silence that grounded her. He never told her she was overreacting. He just listened, and the sheer steadiness of it made the anger manageable, made it curl into something else, something potent and private.
The lock disengaged with a soft, satisfying snick. “Got it.”
“Good.” His approval was a low thrum in her ear. “Now extract. Route Gamma. Move.”
They became ghosts in the machine, two shadows flowing through the canyon of humming server towers. The air was cold, processed to near-freezing, a stark contrast to the heat building under her suit. The frustration of the day, the stupid meetings, the gnawing worry about her mother’s distant, glassy-eyed decline—it all compressed into a tight coil of need in her belly. The mission adrenaline wasn’t enough to burn it off. It needed something else. It needed him.
They reached the extraction point—a maintenance airshaft that led to a darkened sub-level garage. The danger wasn’t over; the building’s AI would eventually notice the data gap. But they were in the gap, the blind spot. Safe for a moment.
Dave leaned against the rust-streaked wall, the tool harness hitting the metal with a dull clatter. He pulled his hood back, the pale light from a faulty fixture catching the planes of his face, the clean line of his skull. He watched her, his gaze a physical touch.
“You’re tight,” he said, not a question. “All day. Even before the op.”
She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “It was a grumpy day. A disengaged day. The godsdamned meetings…”
“I know.” He didn’t move. “Come here.”
It wasn’t a request. It was a command that unspooled the last of her professional composure. She crossed the four meters of concrete, stopping just within his reach. He didn’t pull her to him. He simply looked down at her, his eyes reading the tension in her jaw, the restless clench of her hands. “All that noise in your head,” he murmured. “All that static. You want me to turn it off?”
A shiver, hot and immediate, went through her. “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
Her voice was a raw scrape. “I want you to make it stop. I want… I want to not think. I want you to own it. Own me. Just for a while. Right where I like you.”
A slow smile touched his mouth, not warm, but predatory. Satisfied. “That’s my girl.”
His hands came up, not to her face, but to the seals of her shellsuit. He popped the collar latch, then the sternum clip, then the ones along her ribs. The suit parted with a hiss of released pressure. The cold garage air hit her skin, raising goosebumps. He peeled the stiff material down her shoulders, trapping her arms at her sides, baring her torso to the waist. She was exposed in the dim, industrial space, the hum of the city a distant beast.
He turned her, firmly, so her back was to his chest, her trapped arms making her arch slightly. His mouth found the juncture of her neck and shoulder, not a kiss but a bite, blunt and claiming. She gasped, the sound echoing off the concrete. One of his hands splayed across her stomach, holding her still. The other went lower, sliding over the swell of her hip, then down, past the waistband of her suit trousers.
“You’re wet,” he stated against her skin, his fingers finding her slick heat through the fabric of her underwear. “Already. For this.”
“For you,” she breathed, pushing back against him. “Only for you.”
He worked her underwear down her thighs, the rough pads of his fingers dragging against her skin. The vulnerability was acute, almost shocking—bared in this filthy, dangerous place, half-dressed, her arms pinned. It was exactly what she’d craved. To have the choice, the constant burden of choice, taken away. To be his problem.
He stroked her, his touch knowing and relentless, not building pleasure but asserting it. His fingers circled her clit, pressed inside her, a ruthless cadence that had her panting, her forehead dropping forward against the cool metal of the airshaft duct. “Dave…”
“Quiet.” His voice was a gravel vibration in her ear. “You don’t get to be grumpy here. You don’t get to be frustrated. You just get to feel what I give you. Understand?”
She nodded, a frantic jerk of her head. He added another finger, stretching her, the burn a counterpoint to the sweet, coiling tightness. She was already climbing, the pressures of the day, the mission, the world, all funneling into this single point of sensation he controlled. She could feel the hard length of him against her back, still confined in his own suit. He was letting her feel his need, but it was subordinate to his control. Her pleasure came first. His rule.
“Come for me,” he ordered, his fingers curling just so, his thumb pressing hard.
It broke over her like a silent wave, a convulsive, shuddering release that stole the strength from her legs. He held her up, his arm like an iron band around her middle, as she cried out into the hollow duct, the sound swallowed by the city’s hum. He worked her through it, until she was limp and trembling, her skin dewed with sweat in the cold air.
Only then did he move. He spun her again, his hands going to his own suit. He freed himself, thick and urgent in the wan light. He didn’t lay her down. He lifted her, his hands under her thighs, and backed her against the wall. The rough concrete scraped her exposed back. He didn’t ask. He guided himself to her entrance and pushed in, one hard, complete stroke that filled the aching hollow he’d carved open.
She gasped, her arms still tangled in her suit, her head falling back against the wall with a thud. He held her there, impaled, not moving, letting her feel the full, stretching weight of him. His eyes were dark, locked on hers. “Mine,” he said, the word simple and absolute.
Then he began to move.
It was not love-making. It was claiming. Each thrust was a piston-drive of possession, deep and punishing and perfect. The metal duct rattled behind her with their rhythm. He fucked the day out of her, the frustration, the fear, the stupid, endless noise. He replaced it with this: a primal, physical truth. Him. Her. This.
She was helpless in his grip, able only to take it, to meet his eyes as he drove into her, over and over. The pleasure built again, different this time, deeper, a slow, inexorable burn in her core that spread with every jarring impact. She was sobbing with it, little choked cries she couldn’t contain.
“That’s it,” he gritted out, his own breath coming hard now. “Let it go. Give it to me.”
She felt another climax gathering, a tidal force. She shook her head, overwhelmed. “I can’t… it’s too…”
“You can.” He slammed into her, hitting a spot that made her vision flash white. “You will. Come.”
It shattered her. A raw, broken scream tore from her throat as the orgasm ripped through her, blinding, obliterating. She clenched around him, milking him, and with a final, ragged groan, he followed her over, his own release hot and pulsing inside her as he buried his face in her neck.
For a long minute, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the drip of a distant pipe, the eternal hum of the neon metropolis above.
Slowly, carefully, he let her down. Her legs buckled, and he caught her, holding her against him as he gently worked her arms free from the suit. He pulled her clothing back into place with a tenderness that contrasted violently with what had just happened. He fastened his own suit, his movements methodical.
She leaned against the wall, boneless, spent. The static was gone. The grumpy, disengaged noise in her head was silent. There was only a warm, liquid peace, and him.
He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. His eyes were soft now, the predator gone, leaving only the man who knew her. “Okay?” he asked, his voice back to its normal, steady register.
She nodded, a slow, deep movement. “Okay.” She managed a weak smile. “Better than okay. I’m… fine now.”
He let out a quiet huff of a laugh, recognizing the callback. He kissed her forehead. “We’ve got ninety seconds to clear the coordinates before their sweep finds the ghost path we left.”
She pushed off the wall, her body feeling used and glorious. “Then let’s move.”
They slipped into the shadows of the garage, two professionals again, the stolen data a weight in Dave’s harness. But under the shellsuit, her skin still tingled where he’d bitten her, and the scent of him and their coupling clung to her. In a city of lies and data-streams, it was the only truth that mattered, the one they carried secretly between them, a forbidden key to a world that was entirely their own.
The bottle of Barolo breathed on the penthouse bar, a deep garnet mirror reflecting the city’s glittering grid below, but Sam only saw the condensation on the glass Dave had just refilled. Her day—the grating stupidity of the CRM all-hands, the acidic remembrance of her mother’s laugh at the bottom of a wine glass, the phantom scent of $4.35-a-gallon gasoline—still coiled like a tense muscle between her shoulder blades. She’d texted him the Billy Madison quote, the one about everyone in the room being dumber for having listened. He’d replied with an address and a time.
Now, he watched her from the other side of the limestone island. “You’re still carrying it.”
“It’s heavy,” she said, the ghost of her morning grumpiness in the admission.
Dave came around the bar, not touching her, but his presence was a physical recalibration of the air. “We agreed. The world out there gets the performance. In here, you surrender the weight. You give it to me.” He lifted the wine glass from her hand, set it down. His fingers, warm and assured, traced the line of her jaw. “Your safeword.”
“Red,” she whispered, the single syllable a latch releasing.
“Good.” His hand slid to the nape of her neck, a possessive anchor. “Tonight is about sensation. About replacing the noise. You are not to think. You are to feel. Your only responsibility is to use your word if you need it. My responsibility is everything else. Do you understand?”
A shiver, pure and clean, traced her spine. “Yes.”
“Then undress. Everything. Fold it and place it on the stool. Then kneel here, facing the windows.”
The command was velvet-wrapped steel. The act of undressing under his silent observation was the first layer of the ceremony. Each article—the silk blouse, the tailored trousers, the lace that had felt like a secret armor against the day’s frustrations—was a shed skin. The cool air kissed her bare shoulders, her stomach, the backs of her knees. She knelt on the plush rug, the endless city sprawled before her like a circuit board of other people’s lives. She was outside of it, here, in this high altar of glass and quiet.
She heard him moving behind her, the soft clink of metal, the whisper of leather. He didn’t speak. His silence was a tool, widening the space inside her, emptying the clutter. Then his hands were on her, starting at her shoulders, kneading the stubborn tension with a brutal, perfect precision. She gasped as his thumbs found a knot.
“This,” he said, his voice low at her ear, “is where you store the fucking bullshit.”
She moaned, her head dropping forward. It was a direct quote, her own cynical fire handed back to her as a diagnosis. He worked her over until her muscles were liquid, until the only points of awareness were the heat of his hands and the cool floor beneath her knees. Then the touch changed. A broad, supple strap of leather was drawn across her back. Not a strike. A promise.
“Count for me,” he said, and the first impact landed.
It was a bright, shocking bloom of heat. “One.”
The second followed on the opposite cheek, a perfect symmetry of sting. “Two.”
He built a rhythm, each stroke measured, landing on flesh already singing. The pain was a clarifying fire, burning away the residue of the day—the pointless meetings, the friend’s secret misery, the fear of a genetic legacy of chaos. It left only the raw, present truth of her body and his control. By “ten,” her breath was coming in ragged pulls, her skin felt alive and glowing, and a profound, heavy wetness had gathered between her thighs.
The strap disappeared. A cold, slick lubricant was smoothed over the heated skin. She flinched at the contrast. Then his fingers were there, parting her, testing her. A thick, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest. “Look at you. So ready. This is what you needed. To be taken out of that head of yours and put right here.”
He helped her to her feet, her legs trembling. He guided her to a black leather bench in the center of the room, its purpose clear from the restraints at each corner. “On your back. Arms and legs in the cuffs.”
She complied, the soft leather embracing her ankles and wrists, holding her open, exposed. The vulnerability was absolute. He stood at her feet, looking down the length of her bound body, his expression one of calm, intense ownership.
“You said you wanted to be mine like that,” he murmured, picking up a slender, wicked-looking violet wand from a nearby table. Its tip crackled with a tiny, energetic purple light. “Let’s see what that truly means.”
He started at her ankles. The touch of the electrified tip was a sharp, buzzing sting, a thousand tiny needles dancing on her skin. She cried out, back arching. He traced paths up her inner thighs, avoiding the place she desperately wanted him to touch. The sensation was pain and stimulation fused, a terrifying, thrilling invasion. When he finally drew a faint, sizzling line just above her pubic bone, she sobbed.
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Dave.”
He set the wand aside. His hands replaced it, rough and demanding. He pried her open with his thumbs, his gaze locked on the glistening, desperate evidence of her arousal. “This is mine,” he stated, his voice gone dark and gritty. “Every part of you is mine to use. You are my perfect, responsive toy. And tonight, I’m going to watch you come undone for me until you forget your own name.”
He bent his head.
His mouth on her was devastating. There was no gentle build, no teasing exploration. He consumed her with a focused, relentless hunger, his tongue spearing deep, his lips sealing around her clit with ruthless suction. The overload was immediate. The sharp electricity still singing on her skin, the deep ache of the impact play, the bliss of his mouth—it coalesced into an avalanche. She screamed, her body straining against the restraints, as an orgasm tore through her with violent, unexpected force. He didn’t stop. He drank her convulsions, his hands pinning her hips to the bench as she thrashed, a low growl of satisfaction vibrating against her sensitized flesh.
When the last tremor subsided, she was boneless, weeping softly. He rose, unbuckled his belt, and freed himself. He was fully, impressively erect. He stroked himself slowly, watching her ruined, open state.
“I love you, you know,” he said, the words stark and tender against the depravity of the scene.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. “I love you too.”
He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against her soaked, tender folds. “This is the truth,” he said, pushing into her with one relentless, deep stroke. “Everything else is noise.”
She was so exquisitely sensitive that the fullness was almost a new kind of pain. He set a punishing pace, each thrust a deliberate claiming, the wet slap of their joining the only sound in the room. He leaned over, his mouth at her ear, his breath hot. “You’re my secret. My perfect, filthy secret. And I’m going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is how good it feels to be my secret.”
His words, a dark echo of her friend’s lament, unlocked something deeper. She wasn’t a secret to be ashamed of; she was a treasure he possessed with absolute certainty. The realization tipped her into another abyss. Her walls clenched around him, milking him, and with a final, guttural groan, he spilled into her, his own release triggering a third, softer, endless wave of pleasure that left her vision speckled with white.
For long minutes, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing mingling. He gently released the cuffs, his hands soothing the marks they’d left. He gathered her up, her limp body against his still-clothed one, and carried her to a deep, upholstered chair by the window. He sat, cradling her in his lap, a soft blanket appearing from somewhere to wrap around them both.
They sat in silence, watching the silent city. The grumpiness, the frustration, the fear—it was all gone, banked like a distant fire. In its place was a profound, wordless quiet.
He finally spoke, his lips against her hair. “Are you singing along?”
It was their joke, from a different time, about a different kind of harmony. She let out a shaky, breathless laugh, nuzzling into the solid warmth of his chest. “Not even a little.”
His arms tightened around her. Below them, the world continued its indifferent, glittering circuit, but up here, in the quiet aftermath of surrender, they had built a different kind of truth, one that held steady against all the noise.
================================================================================ INSIGHTS REPORT FOR 2026-03-10 Generated: 2026-03-13 18:21:24 Status: success Schema Version: 1.2.0 ================================================================================
METRICS
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Response Time
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Me→Them: 219s ↓18% vs 7d avg
Them→Me: 153s ↑8% vs 7d avg -
Conflicts & Repair
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Conflicts: 36 ↑ (avg 30.6 this week)
Repair Rate: 100.0% →0% vs 7d avg
Avg Recovery: 4.8 min ↑43% vs 7d avg -
Initiation
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Balance Ratio: 1.00 ↑40% vs 7d avg
Cold Starts: 1 ↓ (avg 1.4 this week)
1 me / 0 them -
Velocity & Sessions
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High Velocity %: 97.8% →0% vs 7d avg
Sessions: 32 ↓ (avg 36.9 this week)
Avg Duration: 13.6 min ↑55% vs 7d avg -
Message Volume
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Total Messages: 416 ↑ (avg 377.6 this week)
From Me: 191 ↑ (avg 174.6 this week)
From Them: 225 ↑ (avg 203.0 this week)
With Signals: 409 ↑ (avg 366.9 this week)
SENDER COVERAGE
| Sender | Labeled / Total | Rate | Top Labels |
|---|---|---|---|
| Dave | 188 / 191 | 98.4% | humor (37), status_update (31), frustration (27), affection (18), checking_in (18) |
| Edited 10 seconds later: Totally depends but this is probably my favorite “fuck everyone” go-to | 0 / 1 | 0.0% | N/A |
| Edited 2 minutes, 42 seconds later: Right?! I can imagine doing so much to/with you. In a way that would push your limits, but be so in tune and know exactly when to ease to up. And then grounding you with care afterwards 🥰. | 1 / 1 | 100.0% | vulnerability (1) |
| Sam Willis | 220 / 223 | 98.7% | humor (48), status_update (44), vulnerability (40), frustration (37), affection (19) |
DOMINANT LABEL
humor (typically status_update)
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Label Counts
---- humor: 73 (avg score: 69%)
- status_update: 69 (avg score: 62%)
- frustration: 58 (avg score: 73%)
- vulnerability: 47 (avg score: 74%)
- affection: 35 (avg score: 78%)
- emotional_support: 31 (avg score: 74%)
- checking_in: 24 (avg score: 66%)
- excitement: 23 (avg score: 73%)
- disagreement: 15 (avg score: 72%)
- sexting: 14 (avg score: 86%)
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Label Counts (cont.)
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- deep_sharing: 13 (avg score: 73%)
- encouragement: 12 (avg score: 75%)
- planning: 11 (avg score: 69%)
- appreciation: 10 (avg score: 75%)
- flirting: 10 (avg score: 78%)
- request: 4 (avg score: 68%)
- boundary_setting: 2 (avg score: 68%)
- passive_aggression: 1 (avg score: 70%)
- unmet_need: 0 (avg score: 50%)
ANOMALIES
Unusual Pattern
Avg Session Duration Minutes rose 54.8% above your 7-day average
Unusual Pattern
Vulnerability surged 91.3% vs 7-day average
Unusual Pattern
Unmet Need dropped 100.0% vs 7-day average
Unusual Pattern
Longest Session Duration Minutes rose 56.2% above your 7-day average
Unusual Pattern
Disagreement surged 118.8% vs 7-day average
PROVENANCE
Signals Prompt Version: signals.v2 Signals Model: unknown Rollup Computed At: N/A
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(missing weekly)
Relationship Balance
Signal Flow Over Time