2026-04-11

Perfect Repair Day

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[2026-04-11 03:20:00] Dave: 👸🫠
[2026-04-11 05:51:00] Sam Willis: ❤️😍😘
[2026-04-11 06:48:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Good morning sunshine I hope you slept well. I did not. I didn't sleep poorly, but I was up a lot thinking about you. And how I can't wait to see you and how I can't wait for you to touch my dick That is gonna be fantastic because I'm so fucking horny still like I don't know if I'm gonna make it through the gym which is where I'm on my way to you Oh my God I just don't even know what to do with myself, but we are getting so close and I'm so excited to see you just to see you too I guess In case you talk to me all that boring stuff too I'm just kidding. That's the best part. I don't know. It's all that's all even good. There's no best. It all makes the other part great That makes sense Back up here real quick 36 hours So yeah great now just from talking to you for a minute and 50 seconds. I'm. Hardest Oak tree I have to give it a good few minutes after I finish talking to you. I can't even get out of the car. Yeah, so I hope you slept well. See, you're up early. Must been for the dogs. Yeah, I am Just you and seeing you are all that's on my mind at all. I'm thinking about and all I'm doing is trying to get to this Sunday. Everything that happens from now on as an effort To make get here quicker So yeah, I can't can't wait. I can't wait to talk to you today and hear your voice and. I yeah I guess that's it. I'm just rambling on for. About how much I can't wait to see you oh my God I'm so excited. I think that's all I've said pretty much for this whole time so I'm gonna. Let's try to get some blood flowing to other places So I can go work out and actually that reminds me. I guess it's not applicable for you but when you have an erection. You can like expedite it going and straining your other large muscles like your quads, especially Cause as the blood as you force the blood into your quads and you're like you know back and your chest, some of that blood will come from your dick and it'll help your erection go away slow trick I learned years and years ago So anyway, have that little bit of knowledge All right, I love you so much and I can't wait to see you sweetheart. I will talk to you soon. Bye.
[2026-04-11 07:17:00] Dave: I’ll have to check that guys video again but I think this is pretty close 🤔
[2026-04-11 08:34:00] Sam Willis: Morning handsome!!
[2026-04-11 08:35:00] Sam Willis: Look at you!! I think it is too. I can’t remember if your hands are supposed to be on the wall or not. Proud of you for being up and at the gym ❤️
[2026-04-11 08:37:00] Sam Willis: I feel like I slept like a rock. I was up once but that was it. I wasn’t on my phone at all once I got into bed. I was out!
[2026-04-11 08:40:00] Sam Willis: Dude I literally woke up from a wet dream. I am 99% sure I was actually humping the air. Lmao
[2026-04-11 09:11:00] Sam Willis: “Backing that ass up” lol. You doof
[2026-04-11 09:11:00] Dave: Sounds like that’s what you were already doing!!
[2026-04-11 09:11:00] Dave: 🥵
[2026-04-11 09:11:00] Sam Willis: Are you going to make it until tomorrow without getting off! You better ☺️
[2026-04-11 09:12:00] Sam Willis: It was a very very weird dream. It was weird people. I don’t even know wtf. I think there was some true crime in there somewhere too lol
[2026-04-11 09:12:00] Dave: Idk… lol
[2026-04-11 09:12:00] Sam Willis: 😮
[2026-04-11 09:12:00] Sam Willis: It was a very very weird dream. It was weird people. I don’t even know wtf. I think there was some true crime in there somewhere too lol
[2026-04-11 09:12:00] Dave: I might just spontaneously cum if you keep being so fucking hot
[2026-04-11 09:12:00] Sam Willis: 😮
[2026-04-11 09:13:00] Sam Willis: Mind over matter. You got this!! 😂
[2026-04-11 09:13:00] Dave: Yes, dear. I’ll definitely make jt 😘
[2026-04-11 09:13:00] Sam Willis: Mind over matter. You got this!! 😂
[2026-04-11 09:13:00] Dave: Yes, dear. I’ll definitely make jt 😘
[2026-04-11 09:14:00] Dave: Because idk if that’s fair…. 🤔
[2026-04-11 09:14:00] Sam Willis: No. But Christian was still in bed, too, and I hope he didn’t realize that I was dry humping the air lololol
[2026-04-11 09:14:00] Dave: Because idk if that’s fair…. 🤔
[2026-04-11 09:14:00] Sam Willis: No. But Christian was still in bed, too, and I hope he didn’t realize that I was dry humping the air lololol
[2026-04-11 09:14:00] Sam Willis: I didn’t!!!
[2026-04-11 09:14:00] Dave: I’m Ngl…
[2026-04-11 09:15:00] Dave: I’ve been playing with fire a little 😅
[2026-04-11 09:15:00] Sam Willis: WHAT DO YOU MEAN
[2026-04-11 09:15:00] Dave: Stroking my cock laying in bed thinking about you
[2026-04-11 09:15:00] Dave: Just a little. Just feeling the aching throb
[2026-04-11 09:15:00] Sam Willis: 🥵🥵🥵
[2026-04-11 09:16:00] Dave: I’m actually sitting in my car at the grocery right now squeezing it through my sweats 🥵
[2026-04-11 09:16:00] Sam Willis: I want to feel the aching throb of your cock
[2026-04-11 09:16:00] Dave: I’m surprised you can’t feel it through the phone lol!
[2026-04-11 09:17:00] Sam Willis: Mind over matter, I said! I try not to get too much in my head bc I have way way way less self control than you do hahaha
[2026-04-11 09:17:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-11 09:18:00] Sam Willis: But mmmm I’m just thinking about that initial thrust of your cock inside of me 🔥🔥🔥
[2026-04-11 09:18:00] Dave: I’ve beee thinking about that constantly
[2026-04-11 09:18:00] Sam Willis: How it feels soooo fucking good to have you fill me up 🥵🥵
[2026-04-11 09:18:00] Dave: When I finally slide into you… 🥵🥵🥵
[2026-04-11 09:19:00] Sam Willis: Yessssssssss
[2026-04-11 09:19:00] Dave: Your soaking wet, swollen pussy 🤤🤤🤤
[2026-04-11 09:20:00] Dave: Are you still in bed?
[2026-04-11 09:20:00] Sam Willis: Even just thinking of you having a couple fingers in me first, just to feel how wet I am for you
[2026-04-11 09:20:00] Sam Willis: No I’m up and trying to get ready to go to the gym 😅
[2026-04-11 09:21:00] Dave: Ok, ok… focus. I have to get groceries home. You have to work out.
[2026-04-11 09:21:00] Dave: We can do this
[2026-04-11 09:21:00] Sam Willis: Fffinnneeee
[2026-04-11 09:22:00] Dave: Ok but first…
[2026-04-11 09:22:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-11 09:23:00] Dave: I want you to reach down and drag your middle finger up through your slit, getting it wet, and slowly continuing up over your clit and hold pressure for 5 seconds.
[2026-04-11 09:23:00] Dave: Report back when done
[2026-04-11 09:24:00] Sam Willis: Holyyyyyyyyyy
[2026-04-11 09:24:00] Sam Willis: I’m so wet
[2026-04-11 09:25:00] Dave: K, have a great workout 😘
[2026-04-11 09:25:00] Dave: Love you
[2026-04-11 09:25:00] Sam Willis: Asshole
[2026-04-11 09:25:00] Sam Willis: Love you
[2026-04-11 09:25:00] Dave: Hehehe 😈
[2026-04-11 09:25:00] Sam Willis: Bye
[2026-04-11 09:25:00] Sam Willis: Hmph
[2026-04-11 09:26:00] Dave: What? You more instructions?
[2026-04-11 09:26:00] Sam Willis: No!!! No more
[2026-04-11 09:27:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: I cannot wait until that's my finger Maybe in the car Maybe in the elevator Who knows to be anywhere? But either way, I hope you have a great workout and I'll talk to you soon bye
[2026-04-11 10:45:00] Sam Willis: https://www.instagram.com/dallaschisme/reel/DW-X39zADHS/ Dallas Chisme on Instagram Imagine trying to explain this to your coworkers #dallas 🎥: @jewels...
[2026-04-11 10:45:00] Sam Willis: Is this the area you’re taking me to for some toys?!? 😳
[2026-04-11 10:50:00] Dave: Oh man! I hope so!!
[2026-04-11 11:01:00] Sam Willis: lol fuck off 😂
[2026-04-11 11:05:00] Sam Willis: I’m looking and realizing that I think my boobs are like abnormally far apart🤔 how did this happen
[2026-04-11 11:05:00] Sam Willis: What if they start veering OUTWARDS?!?
[2026-04-11 11:12:00] Dave: I’m gonna say… no
[2026-04-11 11:12:00] Dave: Your boobs are fucking perfect
[2026-04-11 11:12:00] Dave: These boobs are too far apart
[2026-04-11 11:13:00] Sam Willis: There are entirely worse problems here than her boobs
[2026-04-11 11:13:00] Sam Willis: Which btw aren’t even that far apart. Mine are FURTHER apart than that
[2026-04-11 11:13:00] Sam Willis: What is even happening in this picture
[2026-04-11 11:13:00] Sam Willis: IT GETS WORSE THE MORE I LOOK AT IT!!
[2026-04-11 11:13:00] Sam Willis: 😂😂😂
[2026-04-11 11:14:00] Dave: Yeah that’s not actually the pic I was looking for but I thought it would do 😜
[2026-04-11 11:14:00] Sam Willis: Is that hott to you?
[2026-04-11 11:14:00] Dave: Noooooooo
[2026-04-11 11:14:00] Dave: The eye shadow 😂
[2026-04-11 11:14:00] Dave: Noooooooo
[2026-04-11 11:14:00] Dave: That is entirely a meme picture
[2026-04-11 11:15:00] Sam Willis: Thank Christ lol
[2026-04-11 11:15:00] Dave: I mean, I give her legit props from the bodybuilding perspective for sure. But not hot.
[2026-04-11 11:16:00] Sam Willis: Her vagina looks…charred
[2026-04-11 11:16:00] Sam Willis: I’m not even convinced it is actually a vagina
[2026-04-11 11:16:00] Sam Willis: It looks like it could be a lobbed off dick
[2026-04-11 11:17:00] Dave: So yeah, that’s the steroid side effect called “masculinization”. That and the 3% bf
[2026-04-11 11:17:00] Dave: Her clit is probably like and inch long
[2026-04-11 11:30:00] Dave: Sigh… now all I can think about are your perfectly spaced and sized breasts 😍🤤
[2026-04-11 11:32:00] Sam Willis: They aren’t
[2026-04-11 11:32:00] Sam Willis: You don’t remember them
[2026-04-11 11:32:00] Sam Willis: You’ll see and be disappointed
[2026-04-11 11:32:00] Sam Willis: Stop thinking about them 😜
[2026-04-11 11:33:00] Dave: Oh I do remember them
[2026-04-11 11:36:00] Sam Willis: Mmmm I can’t wait for you to touch me again ❤️❤️
[2026-04-11 11:40:00] Sam Willis: There are so many little things I’m excited about related to getting my house back to myself. But one of the biggest is to have the garage alllll to myself. I’m gonna park right in the middle. Hell I’m just gonna come in at an angle just bc I can.
[2026-04-11 11:42:00] Dave: Hahaha, fuck yeah
[2026-04-11 11:42:00] Dave: Park as sideways as you can
[2026-04-11 11:49:00] Sam Willis: You know this bitch be cheating when she has THAT many more points than everyone else 🙄🙄🙄 I’m lol.
[2026-04-11 11:52:00] Dave: Oh 💯
[2026-04-11 11:52:00] Dave: What a twat
[2026-04-11 12:07:00] Dave: How was your workout
[2026-04-11 12:12:00] Sam Willis: Decent. I was in and out in 30. Crazy ball buster lady was not training thank the lawd
[2026-04-11 12:12:00] Sam Willis: A lot of chest
[2026-04-11 12:12:00] Dave: In other news…
[2026-04-11 12:13:00] Sam Willis: Oh btw one of the things on the YT video was hand release pushups
[2026-04-11 12:13:00] Dave: The eagle has landed
[2026-04-11 12:13:00] Sam Willis: IT’S HERE!!!!!
[2026-04-11 12:13:00] Sam Willis: It looks in rough shape lol
[2026-04-11 12:13:00] Sam Willis: I’m concerned everything is melted lol
[2026-04-11 12:13:00] Dave: Yeah it does
[2026-04-11 12:14:00] Sam Willis: I packed that shit in there 😂
[2026-04-11 12:14:00] Sam Willis: OPEN IT!
[2026-04-11 12:15:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf
[2026-04-11 12:15:00] Dave: Hahahah this is great!!
[2026-04-11 12:15:00] Dave: Love it
[2026-04-11 12:15:00] Sam Willis: Lmao
[2026-04-11 12:15:00] Sam Willis: wtf is this
[2026-04-11 12:16:00] Dave: Yeah
[2026-04-11 12:16:00] Dave: This is serious business
[2026-04-11 12:16:00] Dave: I’ve never seen a whole ass zipper case lol
[2026-04-11 12:17:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I'm driving OK I bought a pill case Like a little travel case to put your pills in and I was like when I opened up the Gummies, I was like this might actually fit in there and then yeah It worked cause I took it out of the case of the gummy's actually came in cause you know it's like obvious that it's fucking Gummies anyway is the candy. OK they're not melted in the tail case are they don't they look like fucking Jell-O?
[2026-04-11 12:17:00] Dave: Oh! Hahahaha
[2026-04-11 12:17:00] Dave: It didn’t come like that
[2026-04-11 12:17:00] Sam Willis: No!
[2026-04-11 12:17:00] Sam Willis: lol
[2026-04-11 12:17:00] Dave: LMAO
[2026-04-11 12:17:00] Sam Willis: They came in this
[2026-04-11 12:18:00] Sam Willis: I threw that out lolol
[2026-04-11 12:18:00] Dave: You are fucking ADORABLE!!
[2026-04-11 12:18:00] Sam Willis: LOLOLOL
[2026-04-11 12:19:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: OK, but you should probably refrigerate them in the meantime just don't forget them tomorrow and again I know how many there were so don't be freaking taking any shithead
[2026-04-11 12:20:00] Dave: Transcription: You are the cutest little thing Yeah, I'm not gonna eat any. Don't worry there's you put 6 AM or six here. There will be six when you get here so just don't worry about it. Yeah, and they're fine. Everything's fine and yes, I choose are pretty fucking good.
[2026-04-11 12:20:00] Sam Willis: THERE ARE NINE!!!
[2026-04-11 12:20:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-11 12:20:00] Sam Willis: Not six!!! don’t you gaslight me lmao
[2026-04-11 12:21:00] Sam Willis: Are you eating my candy lol
[2026-04-11 12:21:00] Sam Willis: Dude those nerd clusters are bomb
[2026-04-11 12:26:00] Dave: Damn!! I can’t eat the gummies, I can’t eat the candy… are you even gonna let me eat your pussy?! Sheesh
[2026-04-11 12:26:00] Dave: Damn!! I can’t eat the gummies, I can’t eat the candy… are you even gonna let me eat your pussy?! Sheesh
[2026-04-11 12:29:00] Sam Willis: Of COURSE I’m gonna let you eat my pussy! That’s the least you can do for me for being your MULE! 🤭 You can eat the candy fineeeeeee
[2026-04-11 12:36:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: As you were sending me the picture of the box saying that it came in I was saying that one of the workouts or whatever that you're supposed to do with that YouTube video that you sent is I think they said like if you're a woman you're supposed to be able to do like 30 push-ups with their hands release you know like you just go straight on your stomach and then push yourself up like well so anyway that was one of the workouts today so it was set of 10 but like my form is Got awful so strike one against me for one of those fucking things Exercise
[2026-04-11 13:24:00] Sam Willis: https://www.instagram.com/funnyhoodvidz/reel/DW_nOEGhZGK/ FunnyHoodVidz on Instagram 145K views, 13K likes: "If she stopping you for a kiss, you ain’t do...
[2026-04-11 13:24:00] Sam Willis: Hahahaha!
[2026-04-11 13:49:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-11 13:51:00] Dave: We are almost under 24 hours!!
[2026-04-11 13:51:00] Dave: Eeeeeee
[2026-04-11 13:54:00] Sam Willis: AHHH!!
[2026-04-11 13:59:00] Dave: What are you up to?
[2026-04-11 13:59:00] Sam Willis: I asked my sister this AM asking (half jokingly) if she has a small shingles scar on her ass (bc i do). And she just texted back that she can’t believe I asked bc she literally woke up this AM and has shingles AGAIN!
[2026-04-11 14:00:00] Sam Willis: Cleaning cleaningggg What about you?
[2026-04-11 14:00:00] Sam Willis: Cleaning cleaningggg What about you?
[2026-04-11 14:01:00] Dave: Wait… you have a sister?
[2026-04-11 14:02:00] Sam Willis: lol yes. 10 yrs older half sister, but I forget we don’t have the same dad. Her dad is the little 15 yo that married my mom when she was 16. That lied and told her he was 17 🙄
[2026-04-11 14:03:00] Dave: I just took a little nap. I ran home after the grocery store and mowed the yard before it rained. Now I think I’m going to go put out some ant poison
[2026-04-11 14:03:00] Dave: Oh right.. she was married to the weird guy and got divorced?
[2026-04-11 14:04:00] Dave: I forget was weird about him… but something
[2026-04-11 14:05:00] Sam Willis: Basically a pedophile
[2026-04-11 14:05:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-11 14:05:00] Sam Willis: Basically a pedophile
[2026-04-11 14:06:00] Sam Willis: Kill those fuckers 🐜
[2026-04-11 14:06:00] Dave: Oh shit
[2026-04-11 14:06:00] Sam Willis: Kill those fuckers 🐜
[2026-04-11 14:06:00] Dave: Wasn’t he super religious or something too?
[2026-04-11 14:07:00] Dave: That smile 😊 Sister (and mom)
[2026-04-11 14:07:00] Sam Willis: Yes. Of course.
[2026-04-11 14:07:00] Sam Willis: And a sex addict 🙄
[2026-04-11 14:07:00] Dave: That smile 😊
[2026-04-11 14:07:00] Sam Willis: When I see you in person, I need to tell you stories of how insane shit was
[2026-04-11 14:07:00] Dave: Yes!!
[2026-04-11 14:08:00] Sam Willis: You are very big on privacy so you will SHIT when you hear some of this. You would absolutely the fuck not.
[2026-04-11 14:08:00] Sam Willis: You are very big on privacy so you will SHIT when you hear some of this. You would absolutely the fuck not.
[2026-04-11 14:09:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-11 14:09:00] Dave: Oh I can’t wait!
[2026-04-11 14:11:00] Sam Willis: It’ll be a great story telling session while having some cocktails lol
[2026-04-11 14:11:00] Dave: …cock
[2026-04-11 14:18:00] Sam Willis: You are ridiculous lol
[2026-04-11 14:18:00] Sam Willis: OK basically right now you’ll be pulling into the hotel parking lot and coming up to see me
[2026-04-11 14:18:00] Sam Willis: Eeeeee!!!!!!!
[2026-04-11 14:45:00] Dave: Ok!! 15 minutes in! What do you think we’ll be doing?
[2026-04-11 14:45:00] Dave: Still hugging and kissing?
[2026-04-11 14:46:00] Dave: All plans out the window and fucking?
[2026-04-11 15:00:00] Sam Willis: Now we are 30 minutes in!!
[2026-04-11 15:00:00] Sam Willis: Eeee I dunno
[2026-04-11 15:01:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-04-11 15:01:00] Dave: 🙏
[2026-04-11 15:01:00] Sam Willis: If we are fucking, maybe it’ll just be a mini one and neither of us get off. Just to give us a taste lol
[2026-04-11 15:01:00] Sam Willis: I’m gonna be on my best behavior😇
[2026-04-11 15:02:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-11 15:02:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-11 15:03:00] Dave: Hahaha… a mini one
[2026-04-11 15:03:00] Dave: Maybe some mini oral 🤔
[2026-04-11 15:04:00] Dave: But I’m pretty sure mini sex would turn into whole ass sex real quick
[2026-04-11 15:07:00] Dave: I’m just squeezing my hard dick and it feels sooooo good 🫠
[2026-04-11 15:07:00] Dave: I can’t wait until that’s your hand 🥵👸
[2026-04-11 15:09:00] Sam Willis: Oral is the quickest way to get me off!
[2026-04-11 15:12:00] Dave: Remind me… do you prefer to get off like, from oral or a vibrator after all the other activities? If you get off before does that dull piv?
[2026-04-11 15:14:00] Dave: Like, if it’s the last thing, you can just roll over and go to sleep with that high?
[2026-04-11 15:15:00] Dave: Because you don’t generally get off from piv, right?
[2026-04-11 15:19:00] Sam Willis: I don’t know that I have a preference, but I typically would get off before piv. It doesn’t dull it; I can recover fairly quickly. I can get off from piv, but it’s harder.
[2026-04-11 15:19:00] Sam Willis: I don’t know that I have a preference, but I typically would get off before piv. It doesn’t dull it; I can recover fairly quickly. I can get off from piv, but it’s harder.
[2026-04-11 15:22:00] Dave: So if piv isn’t like, working towards an orgasm - then it just feels good and you can do it for however long?
[2026-04-11 15:23:00] Dave: Are you just like, waiting on me to finish lol
[2026-04-11 15:23:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-04-11 15:23:00] Sam Willis: Lmao
[2026-04-11 15:24:00] Sam Willis: Yea, sometimes. But that’s not a bad thing. It’s not like I’m not enjoying the hell out of it too
[2026-04-11 15:25:00] Sam Willis: I’ve told you this before-me getting off is like, not what’s on my mind. I don’t look at sex as like a beginning and an end
[2026-04-11 15:26:00] Dave: What about using a vibrator to get you off while we’re having sex?
[2026-04-11 15:26:00] Sam Willis: I’ve never done that I don’t think, but I’m sure I’d get off fairly quickly lol
[2026-04-11 15:26:00] Sam Willis: I’ve never done that I don’t think, but I’m sure I’d get off fairly quickly lol
[2026-04-11 15:26:00] Sam Willis: Speaking of!! What’s the status of the new ones!
[2026-04-11 15:27:00] Dave: Maybe we could time it and cum together that way…
[2026-04-11 15:27:00] Dave: Or would you rather get off from oral alone?
[2026-04-11 15:27:00] Sam Willis: Getting off together with you would be 🫠🥵🔥
[2026-04-11 15:28:00] Dave: How much notice do yoj think you’d need lol
[2026-04-11 15:29:00] Sam Willis: Ooo 🤔 before you cum? I honestly have no idea. 30 seconds?? lol i really don’t think I could tell ya
[2026-04-11 15:29:00] Sam Willis: How much notice do YOU need
[2026-04-11 15:30:00] Dave: And what is your minimum refractory period? I mean, we know from observational evidence that it’s at least once every 24 hours, for roughly 3 day in a row
[2026-04-11 15:31:00] Dave: It usually comes on pretty quick
[2026-04-11 15:31:00] Dave: No pun intended
[2026-04-11 15:31:00] Sam Willis: I love that we have this evidence
[2026-04-11 15:31:00] Dave: It usually comes on pretty quick
[2026-04-11 15:31:00] Dave: No pun intended
[2026-04-11 15:32:00] Sam Willis: I can easily get off daily. Probably 2x/day. Maybe 3. Let’s say every 8 hrs lolol. Could be less though.
[2026-04-11 15:32:00] Sam Willis: I can easily get off daily. Probably 2x/day. Maybe 3. Let’s say every 8 hrs lolol. Could be less though.
[2026-04-11 15:36:00] Dave: So do you wanna bring your main hitter then? The one you know the best
[2026-04-11 15:36:00] Dave: So do you wanna bring your main hitter then? The one you know the best
[2026-04-11 15:36:00] Sam Willis: What pace typically gets you off? Like fast fucking, going in super deep, slower?
[2026-04-11 15:37:00] Dave: Oh! Did I say the ones I ordered will be here Wednesday?
[2026-04-11 15:37:00] Sam Willis: No! And I also forgot I asked lmao
[2026-04-11 15:37:00] Dave: It really depends tbh.
[2026-04-11 15:43:00] Dave: The main thing for me - all systems working as expected - is getting past the first wave. I have to actively try not to cum right from the start. And how hard that is is directly proportional to how horny I am. Like, I could cum in the first minute but if I push past that first urge, it’s much easier to control at all paces/positions.
[2026-04-11 15:45:00] Dave: A couple drinks makes the first wave super easy to hold off though.
[2026-04-11 15:47:00] Sam Willis: We will get the couple drinks. I get more horny as I drink 😋
[2026-04-11 15:47:00] Sam Willis: It’s so funny to me how you’re actively focused on you not cumming, but for me to. And I’m not caring if I do; I’m actively focused on you cumming 😂
[2026-04-11 15:47:00] Dave: And ofc whatever the fuck is going on with the ssri 🤷‍♂️
[2026-04-11 15:47:00] Sam Willis: We will get the couple drinks. I get more horny as I drink 😋
[2026-04-11 15:48:00] Dave: Hahaha that’s my people pleaser
[2026-04-11 15:48:00] Dave: Hahaha that’s my people pleaser
[2026-04-11 15:48:00] Dave: Hahaha… you’re gonna be a fucking 😈😈😈 with a couple of drinks considering how horny you’ve been sober 🥵
[2026-04-11 15:50:00] Dave: Yeah… don’t worry about that lol. It’s typically not hard to do 😅
[2026-04-11 15:50:00] Dave: Yeah… don’t worry about that lol. It’s typically not hard to do 😅
[2026-04-11 15:51:00] Dave: I think things will work more as expected this time now that we got the nerves out last time 😊
[2026-04-11 15:51:00] Dave: I think things will work more as expected this time now that we got the nerves out last time 😊
[2026-04-11 15:52:00] Sam Willis: Just having you turned around me is 👌; i don’t even need to orgasm
[2026-04-11 15:53:00] Sam Willis: Wellllll, I think that but then I remember we (or i) might be trying a lot of shit I’ve never tried before, so nothing will be as expected. I don’t know what to expect lol
[2026-04-11 15:53:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-04-11 15:53:00] Sam Willis: Wellllll, I think that but then I remember we (or i) might be trying a lot of shit I’ve never tried before, so nothing will be as expected. I don’t know what to expect lol
[2026-04-11 15:56:00] Dave: Just to make sure this is said: We don’t have to do annnything we’ve talked about in fantasy land. I don’t want you to feel pressured. I’m 100% fine if we just hang out and have the most vanilla sex ever, and go to sleep snuggling 🥰
[2026-04-11 15:57:00] Sam Willis: I know, but it is sweet of you to say it anyway
[2026-04-11 15:57:00] Sam Willis: I’m excited to try things with you!! ❤️
[2026-04-11 15:58:00] Sam Willis: I have felt soooooo unable to be vulnerable in a sexual relationship in so so long that it feels really amazing to feel safe with you 🫠
[2026-04-11 16:01:00] Dave: It’s such an honor to have your trust in that (and everything). And I hope you know I truly truly see and appreciate how big of a deal that is.
[2026-04-11 16:02:00] Dave: Fuuuck. This just took my throbbing to another level 🔥🔥🔥
[2026-04-11 16:02:00] Dave: Fuuuck. This just took my throbbing to another level 🔥🔥🔥
[2026-04-11 16:03:00] Sam Willis: Thanks baby ❤️ I love you
[2026-04-11 16:03:00] Sam Willis: Thanks baby ❤️ I love you
[2026-04-11 16:04:00] Dave: I love you, you are the absolute best 👸
[2026-04-11 16:05:00] Sam Willis: What about you though? Do you feel like you can be vulnerable around me?
[2026-04-11 16:05:00] Sam Willis: What about you though? Do you feel like you can be vulnerable around me?
[2026-04-11 16:05:00] Dave: Omg yes
[2026-04-11 16:05:00] Dave: You’re the ONLY person I can be
[2026-04-11 16:06:00] Dave: Like… ever 😅
[2026-04-11 16:08:00] Dave: Is it too early to go to bed so tomorrow gets here faster????
[2026-04-11 16:09:00] Sam Willis: Right?!?? Ugh
[2026-04-11 16:16:00] Dave: Omg!
[2026-04-11 16:16:00] Dave: I just realized those nerds clusters are JUICY!
[2026-04-11 16:17:00] Dave: I’ve only had the regular ones. I didn’t know they made them with juicy gummies!
[2026-04-11 16:22:00] Sam Willis: RIGHT?!? That’s why I was saying they were so good!! Bc they are different!
[2026-04-11 16:22:00] Sam Willis: This was the first I had seen them too
[2026-04-11 16:23:00] Sam Willis: They are way better this way
[2026-04-11 16:24:00] Sam Willis: I’m fighting the urge to take a nap even though I realllyyyyy want to, bc I need to go to bed early. I gotta get up at like 315 lol
[2026-04-11 16:24:00] Dave: Yeah, probably best to stay up
[2026-04-11 16:24:00] Sam Willis: Wait. 345. Just noticed it’s at 630, not 6
[2026-04-11 16:25:00] Sam Willis: My flight leaves DFW at 2 on Tuesday.
[2026-04-11 16:41:00] Sam Willis: Working on my gd resume 😭
[2026-04-11 16:48:00] Dave: Ugh
[2026-04-11 16:48:00] Dave: Just kill yourself
[2026-04-11 16:48:00] Dave: That would be better
[2026-04-11 17:00:00] Sam Willis: Giggling at the word “governance” throughout my resume 🤭
[2026-04-11 17:02:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-11 17:02:00] Dave: I love all our inside jokes/names
[2026-04-11 17:08:00] Sam Willis: Should I add a bullet point on here: “successfully attends approximately 8 meetings a day without punching a bitch”?
[2026-04-11 17:10:00] Dave: I think stabbing a bitch would probably land better in the financial industry setting 🤔
[2026-04-11 17:11:00] Sam Willis: Ooooo good call
[2026-04-11 17:12:00] Sam Willis: My brother: “your resume lacks measurables”
[2026-04-11 17:12:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-11 17:12:00] Dave: Meh
[2026-04-11 17:12:00] Sam Willis: He’s right though. Damnit. lol
[2026-04-11 17:13:00] Dave: That’s some dumb shit they’ve been telling people for decades
[2026-04-11 17:14:00] Dave: Nobody’s going to look add your resume and be like “oh wow, this bitch is the shit buuuuut… she doesn’t have enough measurable”
[2026-04-11 17:14:00] Sam Willis: Yea but it’s harder to even get a human to look at your resume now!
[2026-04-11 17:14:00] Dave: Idk…
[2026-04-11 17:15:00] Dave: I’m sure it’s like that for some places
[2026-04-11 17:15:00] Dave: But for that bank in Effingham? It’s probably 1 hr person
[2026-04-11 17:18:00] Sam Willis: I’m not going to apply for that
[2026-04-11 17:19:00] Sam Willis: I reallllyyyy don’t want to do audit again
[2026-04-11 17:19:00] Dave: Yeah I don’t blame you
[2026-04-11 17:20:00] Sam Willis: I didn’t even want to do audit still when I went into Schwab IAD. Like I was done. Lol
[2026-04-11 17:20:00] Dave: Me too!
[2026-04-11 17:22:00] Sam Willis: And I really don’t want to live in Effingham like, settle there
[2026-04-11 17:23:00] Sam Willis: Effingham is where you go if you want to raise your little kids in church and vacation Bible school and then go to lunch at the country club after lol
[2026-04-11 17:23:00] Dave: lol
[2026-04-11 17:23:00] Dave: Damn! They have a country club?
[2026-04-11 17:24:00] Sam Willis: Yea that’s where my parents live, like on the golf course
[2026-04-11 17:24:00] Sam Willis: Or right off of it
[2026-04-11 17:24:00] Dave: Totally unrelated but I freaking spilled beer on my phone last night and it got down into the power button and volume down buttons and now they’re both sticky and don’t click anymore 🙄
[2026-04-11 17:25:00] Sam Willis: Ahhh!!! Wtf
[2026-04-11 17:25:00] Dave: I’ve tried to clean the f out of it a bunch of times with alcohol and compressed air and, ugh..,
[2026-04-11 17:26:00] Dave: It’s a little better
[2026-04-11 17:26:00] Dave: But still not back to normal
[2026-04-11 17:30:00] Sam Willis: That’s what you get for drinking nasty ass beer ☺️
[2026-04-11 17:31:00] Dave: It’s not really even “beer” I don’t think 🤭
[2026-04-11 17:35:00] Dave: https://www.reddit.com/r/fuckingmachines/comments/1silr1w/12_inches_deep_at_high_speed/?share_id=NvkMgxs3XtcL110O2nyJB&utm_content=1&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_source=share&utm_term=1&seeker-session=true [Mature Content] From the fuckingmachines community on Reddit: 12 inches deep at high speed - 85 votes and 3 comments
[2026-04-11 17:35:00] Dave: 😳
[2026-04-11 17:40:00] Sam Willis: Looks very summery!
[2026-04-11 17:40:00] Sam Willis: Looks very summery!
[2026-04-11 17:41:00] Sam Willis: Don’t get any ideas 😂
[2026-04-11 17:41:00] Sam Willis: Don’t get any ideas 😂
[2026-04-11 17:47:00] Sam Willis: No doubt!
[2026-04-11 17:49:00] Sam Willis: How’s your evening going?
[2026-04-11 17:49:00] Dave: Loooooong
[2026-04-11 17:49:00] Sam Willis: I’m starting to pack. Eeee!!! 🥳👏🍾
[2026-04-11 17:50:00] Dave: 😁😁😁
[2026-04-11 17:51:00] Dave: Hehehe, I can’t wait!!
[2026-04-11 17:51:00] Dave: Have you heard anything about airport lines and stuff?
[2026-04-11 17:52:00] Dave: I haven’t since last a week or two ago
[2026-04-11 17:52:00] Sam Willis: I haven’t 🙏🙏
[2026-04-11 17:52:00] Sam Willis: And I’m all checked in to the flight so 🤞
[2026-04-11 17:52:00] Dave: 🤞
[2026-04-11 18:37:00] Sam Willis: OK is it bedtime yet? 🫠
[2026-04-11 18:51:00] Sam Willis: Lmao. I have 3 vibrators charging right now
[2026-04-11 19:40:00] Sam Willis: Christian is in a mooooodddd
[2026-04-11 19:45:00] Dave: So close!!
[2026-04-11 19:45:00] Dave: So close!!
[2026-04-11 19:46:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-11 19:46:00] Dave: I love it
[2026-04-11 19:46:00] Dave: You can’t have too many
[2026-04-11 19:46:00] Dave: Ohh?
[2026-04-11 19:46:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-11 19:46:00] Dave: I love it
[2026-04-11 19:46:00] Dave: You can’t have too many
[2026-04-11 19:46:00] Dave: Ohh?
[2026-04-11 19:49:00] Sam Willis: He came home from dropping Kai off and is just grumpy
[2026-04-11 19:50:00] Sam Willis: I finally was like what is your deal?? He said drivers were pissing him off 🙄 he just gets agitated so easily!
[2026-04-11 19:55:00] Dave: Jeez, no kidding. Just from drivers?
[2026-04-11 19:56:00] Dave: Under 20 hours!! 18h 33m 😁
[2026-04-11 19:57:00] Sam Willis: EEEEEEEE!!
[2026-04-11 19:57:00] Sam Willis: Maybe it’s bc I’m leaving? He’s been a little down. Both kids are staying at friends houses tonight too. Ugh who knows
[2026-04-11 19:57:00] Sam Willis: EEEEEEEE!!
[2026-04-11 20:17:00] Dave: So what time do you have to leave in the morning?
[2026-04-11 20:21:00] Sam Willis: My house? About 345
[2026-04-11 20:21:00] Dave: Ugh
[2026-04-11 20:22:00] Dave: That’s so early
[2026-04-11 20:30:00] Sam Willis: I know but hopefully I can sleep on the plane and nap when I get to the hotel
[2026-04-11 20:31:00] Sam Willis: Plus my excitement is going to make it all bearable! Lol
[2026-04-11 20:31:00] Dave: I’m not even tired but I’m READY FOR MOTHERFUCKING BED
[2026-04-11 20:38:00] Sam Willis: lol. What have you been up to?
[2026-04-11 20:42:00] Dave: Nothing much. I packed up a couple orders, started printing some more shit, did some laundry.
[2026-04-11 20:43:00] Sam Willis: I’m so damn tired lol
[2026-04-11 20:43:00] Sam Willis: Going to change my bedding, shower, all the things. Hopefully go to bed in an hour 😂
[2026-04-11 20:43:00] Dave: That would be awesome if you could get to bed that early 😊
[2026-04-11 20:44:00] Sam Willis: 8 is late!!
[2026-04-11 20:44:00] Dave: Oh, lol
[2026-04-11 20:44:00] Sam Willis: But that is the goal for sure lol
[2026-04-11 20:45:00] Dave: 😁🤤🥵👸😏😈🫠😍 🥰
[2026-04-11 20:45:00] Dave: In no particular order 😝
[2026-04-11 20:46:00] Sam Willis: Hahahaha
[2026-04-11 20:46:00] Sam Willis: Everything ok and normal at home? Juliet seems fine and all the things?
[2026-04-11 21:02:00] Dave: Actually a little while ago we had a conversation about how disengaged I am with the kids (and her), I guess because I wasn’t enthusiastic enough about all the shit Greyson is in this summer and next year. He made 2nd chair for the trombone in the highest level of band for his freshman year, so he has band camp all summer. He’s also playing football, so he has summer conditioning camp. He’s also going to church camp which is like the same weekend as Aveya’s birthday - which I also don’t want to go to NE for. So then next year that means non stop practices I have to take him to and pick him up from for football and band, AND all the games and performances. AND now she wants to go to fucking Mew Orlean for the SuperBowl?!? (Also a band thing somehow?). Idek. So all of that goes through my mind I’m just like: please kill me. That lead to how much I’m dreading Disney. Blah blah blah.
[2026-04-11 21:03:00] Sam Willis: Yikes….
[2026-04-11 21:03:00] Sam Willis: That’s a lot
[2026-04-11 21:04:00] Sam Willis: Hopefully you’re not the only one managing all the transportation to and from all of his extracurriculars
[2026-04-11 21:04:00] Sam Willis: That’s super unfair, if so
[2026-04-11 21:06:00] Dave: So essentially I said: you know how I never wanted kids right? Like growing up? Yes. Well I gave it a shot, and I’ve done my best, and no matter how hard I try, the rewarding part just isn’t there… I’ve yet to see the payoff and how it’s so “worth it”. I’m trying, but this just isn’t me.
[2026-04-11 21:06:00] Dave: Yeah, I have to do most of it
[2026-04-11 21:06:00] Sam Willis: And she said…
[2026-04-11 21:07:00] Dave: Nothing really
[2026-04-11 21:07:00] Dave: lol… yeah. Pretty much exactly what Gayle said NOT to do 😅
[2026-04-11 21:07:00] Sam Willis: I wasn’t going to say it….
[2026-04-11 21:07:00] Sam Willis: Side note - does she know you’re seeing a therapist?
[2026-04-11 21:07:00] Dave: Yeah. I told her this is exactly what we’ve been working on
[2026-04-11 21:07:00] Dave: Nothing really
[2026-04-11 21:07:00] Sam Willis: I wasn’t going to say it….
[2026-04-11 21:07:00] Dave: Yeah. I told her this is exactly what we’ve been working on
[2026-04-11 21:11:00] Dave: But like what else am I supposed to say… it’s disingenuous to say “oh no, I’m fine, this is fine; I’m just depressed”. Or some other excuse. The answer is literally, I’d rather get AIDS than go to another fucking football game or Disney land trip
[2026-04-11 21:12:00] Dave: So much anxiety
[2026-04-11 21:12:00] Sam Willis: Did she have any thoughts or say anything at all about it? I have to imagine she has some things to say about it all
[2026-04-11 21:13:00] Sam Willis: So I think there’s 2 things at play with this: 1. Going to places that are full of people and brings you anxiety vs 2. The general unhappiness with having a family.
[2026-04-11 21:13:00] Sam Willis: So I think there’s 2 things at play with this: 1. Going to places that are full of people and brings you anxiety vs 2. The general unhappiness with having a family.
[2026-04-11 21:13:00] Dave: Just general commentary about how I shouldn’t feel this way. 🙄
[2026-04-11 21:13:00] Sam Willis: So it’s a double whammy when you’re put in a situation where there’s both happening
[2026-04-11 21:14:00] Sam Willis: I mean, do you HAVE to go to the football game?! The Super Bowl??
[2026-04-11 21:15:00] Sam Willis: Hopefully she realizes she needs to help you manage the anxiety part, not just double down and be like BUT THIS SHOULD BE FUN!
[2026-04-11 21:15:00] Dave: And I’m trying to sugar coat it as much as possible.. I don’t want to hurt her feelings but it’s so hard to not say “I just don’t like you, or want any of this”.
[2026-04-11 21:16:00] Sam Willis: 😬😬
[2026-04-11 21:16:00] Sam Willis: Bc you can’t make it about her. Or even the kids really. It needs to be about you.
[2026-04-11 21:16:00] Sam Willis: Do you think she suspects anything…😬
[2026-04-11 21:17:00] Dave: Oh no, definitely not
[2026-04-11 21:17:00] Dave: She actually said I could refrain from going to Disney again. Which I think I’m going to take her up on.
[2026-04-11 21:17:00] Dave: Oh no, definitely not
[2026-04-11 21:18:00] Dave: This is a recurring thing
[2026-04-11 21:20:00] Dave: How it comes up depends on various… ahem… cycle related timing and whether the kids are being bigger assholes than I’m being dissengaged lol - as to who it’s directed at
[2026-04-11 21:21:00] Sam Willis: I don’t think I knew (or definitely didn’t remember) that she gave you an out on Disney
[2026-04-11 21:21:00] Sam Willis: That seems…risky, to take her up on. But you know way better than I do if it’s a true out, or if it’s a “don’t you dare actually take me up on this” out
[2026-04-11 21:24:00] Dave: A few weeks ago she said something about it not being fair for someone to have to go… fuck, I don’t remember what the setup was exactly. But I guess she could read on my face what I was thinking which was: ITS NOT FAIR FOR ME… BITCH. Or maybe I said something suggestive, idk. So then she gave me a pass. But that one was like the “don’t you dare” one lol
[2026-04-11 21:25:00] Dave: Thought I told you
[2026-04-11 21:25:00] Sam Willis: You probably did
[2026-04-11 21:25:00] Sam Willis: I still think it’s mostly the don’t you dare one. Or a “I will resent you for a long long time” one
[2026-04-11 21:27:00] Dave: Hahaha, she don’t want to play the resentment game with me
[2026-04-11 21:27:00] Sam Willis: Not siding with her, just curious: Do you think maybe she does actually try to help you feel better about what you’re going through/how you truly feel, but you’re just past the point of wanting whatever advice or help she’s offering?
[2026-04-11 21:28:00] Sam Willis: Like what CAN she do at this point that would change how you feel?
[2026-04-11 21:29:00] Sam Willis: Getting in the shower. Be back in a bit. I understand if you go to bed
[2026-04-11 21:31:00] Dave: Honestly, there’s nothing. We passed the point of no return a loooong time ago.
[2026-04-11 21:39:00] Dave: She doesn’t understand how anyone could possibly feel the way I feel about things. Like, you dont want to go to your kid’s billion games and band things?!?
[2026-04-11 21:39:00] Dave: She doesn’t understand how anyone could possibly feel the way I feel about things. Like, you dont want to go to your kid’s billion games and band things?!?
[2026-04-11 21:41:00] Dave:
[2026-04-11 21:46:00] Dave: I am in bed 😊. So close now!! 1 more sleep, then I get to hug you sooo hard 🤗🤗🤗🥰 I love you.
[2026-04-11 21:46:00] Dave: I am in bed 😊. So close now!! 1 more sleep, then I get to hug you sooo hard 🤗🤗🤗🥰
[2026-04-11 21:49:00] Sam Willis: We are almost together again!!!! Ahhh! Can’t wait to see your face and kiss you and hug you and squeeze you and ahhh!
[2026-04-11 21:50:00] Sam Willis: I love you so much. Hope you sleep well! Good night baby.
[2026-04-11 21:50:00] Sam Willis: ❤️❤️❤️
[2026-04-11 21:53:00] Dave: Goodnight sweetheart, I love you so much. Thank you for listening to me, and always being there
[2026-04-11 21:53:00] Dave: 16 hours ahhhhh
[2026-04-11 21:54:00] Sam Willis: Thanks for confiding in me! Listening to your like ONE time a month drama is the LEAST I can do for all you do for me 😅
[2026-04-11 21:54:00] Sam Willis: Getting sooooo close!!
[2026-04-11 21:54:00] Sam Willis: I’ll text you before I take off. Obvi.
[2026-04-11 21:55:00] Dave: K, NN love

The elevator smelled like somebody else's cologne and Sam was counting floors to keep from laughing out loud, because Dave had texted her press 14, don't touch yourself, I mean it three minutes ago and she had been sitting in traffic on I-10 for most of a year and all she wanted was to shove her hand down her jeans and get it over with so she could be a person when the doors opened.

She pressed 14. She did not touch herself. She dug her thumbnail into the pad of her index finger instead and felt the small, sharp pain ground her.

Four years of this. Four years of learning that he meant it when he said he meant it, and that the waiting was the thing, the waiting was where she got good.

The doors slid open on a hallway that smelled like carpet cleaner and nothing else. Room 1408. She knocked once, because that was the rule they'd made on the phone last night when she was half-asleep and slurring and he was laughing at her, one knock, baby, so I know it's you and not the maid, and she'd said fine, Sir, and he'd gone quiet the way he did when she surprised him.

He opened the door in a grey t-shirt and jeans and bare feet and his face did the thing it always did when he first saw her after time apart — the small, private softening, the exhale he didn't know he was doing.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi, baby." He pulled her in by the belt loop and kissed her mouth, slow, more an inhale than a kiss, like he was taking the shape of her back into himself. "Drop the bag."

She dropped the bag.

"Shoes."

She toed them off. He shut the door behind her and engaged the deadbolt with his thumb without looking, and that small competent click landed somewhere low in her belly.

"You made it," he said. "You did so good driving."

"I touched myself in the bathroom at the Love's in Deming."

"I know."

"How?"

"Because you're you." He smiled at her, and then the smile flattened out into something more deliberate. "Go stand at the foot of the bed. Face me. Don't take anything off yet."

The room was nothing special — a king bed with a runner, a dresser, a cheap framed print of a desert she could have driven through this morning. What was special was him leaning against the door with his arms crossed, watching her walk six feet across the carpet like she was crossing a stage.

She turned at the foot of the bed. Faced him.

"Color."

"Green."

"Words."

"Green, yellow, red. Red stops everything. Yellow slows it down."

"Good girl." He pushed off the door. "Jeans off. Just the jeans."

She unbuttoned them. The denim was stiff from the drive and she had to peel it down her thighs, and she was already aware — because he was watching — that her underwear was a mess, that the pale grey cotton was darkened through in a patch that went from hip to hip. She stepped out of the jeans and stood there in her t-shirt and her wet underwear and felt her face heat up in a way four years had not erased and probably never would.

"Oh," he said softly. "Baby."

"Shut up."

"That's for me?"

"Who else would it be for?"

He crossed the room in three strides and put his hand flat on her stomach, under the hem of her shirt, just resting there. Warm. He didn't move it. He just let her feel him breathe.

"I'm going to ask you something," he said, "and I want a real answer."

"Okay."

"What do you need."

It caught her. She had been ready for what do you want, which was a question she could answer in filth; she was not ready for what do you need, which had been the question underneath all the texts today, underneath the vibrators charging on her nightstand, underneath the way she had driven nine hours and not put on music for the last two because she'd wanted to arrive with her skin quiet.

"I need you to —" She stopped. Tried again. "I need to stop thinking."

He nodded like she'd confirmed something. "Okay. I can do that."

He slid his hand down, under the waistband of her underwear, slow, and she felt his middle finger find her and part her and slide between her lips without hurry, gathering the wet, circling her clit once, twice, a third time, and her knees bent and he caught her with his other arm around her back.

"This is my finger," he said, conversational, his mouth at her ear. "Remember? You wanted this in the car. In the elevator. Anywhere."

"Yes."

"You're going to get it everywhere this weekend. Right now you're going to get it here. Hold still."

She held still. His finger was patient, maddeningly patient, circling her clit at a pace that had nothing to do with what her body was trying to tell him, everything to do with what he had decided. He pushed two fingers into her and she made a sound that wasn't a word and he said shhh against her temple and she shut up.

"On the bed. On your back. Arms over your head."

She scrambled. He laughed, quiet, and she heard him open the nightstand drawer and the small specific sound of soft cotton rope unspooling.

"Wrists together," he said. He was kneeling beside her on the bed now, in his jeans, and she watched him loop the rope around her wrists — the same rope, she could tell by the weight of it, the rope he'd practiced on last month, the rope that had marked her last time only in the faintest pink bracelets she'd kept finding reasons to look at in her rearview mirror on the drive home.

The knot snugged. He tested it with his finger — one finger's worth of slack between rope and skin, always — and then ran the tail up and cinched it to the slat of the headboard.

"Pull," he said.

She pulled. The rope held. Her shoulders stretched. Something in her chest unspooled the way the rope had.

"Good." He sat back on his heels and looked at her — t-shirt rucked up under her breasts, underwear still on, wrists bound, legs already opening without his asking — and she watched his face do the thing she loved, the thing nobody else got to see, the private hunger under the calm.

"I'm going to take these off now," he said, hooking his fingers in her underwear. "And then I'm going to make you come until you can't talk. And then I'm going to fuck you. Any objections."

"No, Sir."

He pulled her underwear down and off and tossed it somewhere. He pushed her t-shirt up to her collarbones. He looked at her spread out for him — wet, pink, breathing hard already — and said, "Jesus Christ, Sam," in a voice that was not his dominant voice, just his voice, wrecked a little, and that was almost more than she could take.

He put his mouth on her.

She'd forgotten — she always forgot, between times — how good he was at this, how he treated it like a thing he was going to take his time on. His tongue was flat at first, broad, dragging slow up the length of her, and then narrower, precise, circling her clit exactly the way his finger had, setting the rhythm his way, not hers. She tried to buck up into him and he pinned her hips with his forearm across her pelvis and held her down.

"Don't move."

"I can't —"

"You can. Don't move."

He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked, and she felt the pulse of it in her teeth. Two fingers slid back into her, curled, found the place he always found and pressed, and she was making noises that didn't come from her throat, they came from somewhere lower, and her wrists were yanking against the rope without her permission.

"Eyes on me."

She opened her eyes. He was watching her over the curve of her belly, his mouth shining, his fingers working inside her in a steady rhythm that he controlled and she was suffering through. He lifted his mouth just enough to say, "You come when I say. Not before."

"Please —"

"Not yet." His mouth went back. The pressure inside her changed — he found a second angle, a harder one — and her whole body went tight, every muscle in her thighs, her stomach, her locked arms, the rope biting pink into her wrists.

"Dave — Sir — please, please —"

"Not yet."

He kept her there. She didn't know how long. It might have been a minute and it might have been ten. She felt the orgasm stalled at the edge of her like something physically held, something he was keeping from falling, and her face was wet and she didn't remember starting to cry and it wasn't crying, it was just her body giving up fluid because it had to give something up and he wasn't letting her give up what she wanted to give up.

"Please."

"Look at me."

She looked.

"Come."

He pressed inside her and sucked her clit and she came so hard her vision went white at the edges. She heard herself, distantly, making a long low noise that wasn't a word, and her hips were trying to buck and he was still holding her down and it kept going, rolling through her, because he didn't stop, he kept his mouth on her and his fingers in her and worked her through it and into a second one before the first was done, and she was shaking everywhere, the rope rattling against the headboard slat, her thighs closing around his head and him just letting them, fucking her through it with his fingers until she was sobbing — actually sobbing, breath hitching, tears running back into her hair — and slurring his name.

Then he stopped. Pulled his fingers out slow. Kissed the inside of her thigh. Kissed her hipbone. Stood up off the bed.

She watched through wet lashes as he pulled his shirt over his head and opened his jeans and kicked them off, and his cock was flushed dark and heavy and he was breathing like he'd run up stairs.

"Still green?" His voice had roughened.

"Green." It came out a whisper. "Green, green."

He climbed over her and she lifted her hips and he slid into her in one slow push and they both made the sound at the same time — a low, broken, finally sound — and he held there, buried, his forehead against hers, his hand cupping her jaw.

"Hi," he breathed.

"Hi."

He laughed, a small wet laugh against her mouth, and started to move.

It wasn't fast. It was deep and deliberate, each stroke pushing the breath out of her, and he kept his face close so she had nowhere to look but at him. Her wrists were still tied. She couldn't hold him. She could only take him, and lift her hips to meet him, and let him see her face while he did it.

"You're mine," he said, quiet, and it wasn't a performance, it was a fact he was stating for the record.

"Yours."

"Come again. With me."

"I can't —"

"You can. One more. Come on, baby."

He reached down between them and found her clit with his thumb and she cracked open under him, and he followed her a beat later, shuddering, pressing into her as deep as he could go, his mouth open against her cheek and a sound coming out of him she only ever heard in this room, in this moment, from him.

After, he didn't move for a long time. He just breathed into her neck. She felt his heart against her ribs and her own heart trying to match it.

Eventually he reached up and pulled the tail of the rope and her wrists came free, and he brought them down one at a time and kissed each red mark and rubbed her shoulders where they'd gone stiff. He got her water from the nightstand. He held it to her mouth and she drank in small sips because her hands were still shaking too hard to trust.

"There you are," he said.

She started to cry again, quietly, and he didn't ask why because he didn't have to. He just pulled her against his chest and tucked her head under his chin and put his hand flat over her spine and held her there, through it, while the shaking slowed and her breathing evened out and the room got very quiet around them.

"One more sleep," she mumbled into his collarbone, stupidly, because her brain was coming back in pieces.

"No more sleeps," he said. "I've got you now."

She pressed her face harder into him and closed her eyes and did not think about anything at all.

The dragon had been dead for three days when Sam found the knight weeping over it.

She came down through the pass on a horse that wasn't hers, her cloak stiff with salt and the kind of road-dust that doesn't brush off. The corpse filled the valley like a toppled cathedral. Scales the color of wet slate. A wing broken under its own weight. And at its ruined throat, kneeling in the char he'd made of the grass, was the man she'd been tracking since Midwinter.

"Sir Dave of the Tidewater March," she said.

He didn't turn. "Virginia."

No one had called her that in seven years. Not since she'd left the Order, not since she'd put on a woman's name and a hunter's trade and told herself the old country was dead to her. She slid down off the horse, her thighs aching, her cunt aching worse from three nights of thinking about this moment and having nothing but her own hand and a rag between her teeth to muffle it.

"You were supposed to be in Ashenfall."

"I was." He stood, finally, and the sight of him did what it always did — put a hot, ugly pulse right between her hipbones. He'd shaved his head to the skin the way knights did before a vigil. His mail was splashed to the elbow in black blood. "The oracle lied. Or she told a different truth. The wyrm came here instead."

"And you killed it alone."

"I did."

"You absolute idiot."

He almost smiled. That was the thing about Dave — the almost. The quiet. Four years riding together in the Order and another three apart and she had never once seen him need to prove anything, which was precisely why every woman he passed wanted to climb him like a tower.

"You came a long way to call me an idiot, Sam."

"I came to tell you the Queen's Hand is on the road behind me with a writ for your head. Killing the wyrm was treason. She wanted it alive."

"I know."

"You knew?"

"I know now." He looked at her with those steady gray eyes, unhurried even with a death sentence riding down on him. "You didn't have to come."

"Don't be stupid."

The wind shifted and she smelled him under the blood and the horse and the three-day corpse — leather and sweat and that particular clean-skin smell that had kept her awake in the barracks for a year before she'd finally broken and climbed into his cot and ruined both their lives. Her knees did something embarrassing. She locked them.

"There's a chapel," he said. "Half a league up. Abandoned. We can rest the horses."

"We can't rest anything. They're twelve hours behind me at most."

"Then twelve hours is what we have."

She looked at him. He looked at her. Three days of hard riding she'd done on the strength of imagining this, of imagining his hands, and now here he stood with dragon blood on his gauntlets and that terrible calm and she was going to come apart before they made it to any goddamn chapel.

"Dave."

"I know, Virginia. I know. Get on the horse."

---

The chapel had no roof and no door and half a saint on the western wall, her painted face peeled to plaster. Rain had started somewhere in the pass and was finding them now in fat cold drops. Dave stripped his gauntlets with his teeth while she tied the horses. He had not stopped watching her.

"Come here," he said.

She went.

He caught her face in both hands — bare hands, callused, the right one still tacky with blood at the knuckle — and kissed her like a man with twelve hours to live. Her mouth opened for him immediately. His tongue was in her and her hands were up under the mail skirt of his hauberk and she could feel how hard he was through the gambeson, a thick iron line against her belly, and she made a sound she would be ashamed of if she had time for shame.

"Three days," he said against her mouth. "I've been thinking about you for three days."

"I've been thinking about you for three years."

"Liar. Four."

She laughed, choked on it, pulled at the buckles of his hauberk with fingers she'd trained on harder things than this and which were useless now. He set her hands aside and did it himself, and while he did she went to her knees in the wet grass inside the chapel and worked the laces of his breeches with her teeth.

"Sam."

"Shut up."

She got him out. His cock was flushed dark and already wet at the tip and she put her mouth on it without preamble, took him to the root, felt the aching throb of him against her tongue exactly the way she'd imagined it every night on the road. He made a low, wrecked sound and his hand found the back of her head — not pushing, just there, heavy, a reminder. She looked up at him and pulled off long enough to say, "I'm so fucking wet, Dave, I've been wet since the pass," and then she swallowed him again.

He let her go until her jaw started to shake. Then he hauled her up by the elbows and said, "Not like that. Not the first time. I need to be inside you."

"Yes."

"Take it off. All of it."

She stripped. He stripped. The rain was coming harder now and the plaster saint watched them with her peeled eye while Sam laid her cloak out on the stone and went down on her back on it. Dave knelt between her thighs like a man at an altar. He put his mouth on her first anyway — because he was Dave, because he couldn't help himself, because he'd told her once on a riverbank that her taste was the thing he'd take to the grave — and she bit her own wrist bloody to keep from screaming when he worked his tongue up into her.

"Quiet, Virginia."

"I can't —"

"You can."

She couldn't. She came with his two fingers curled inside her and his tongue flat against her clit and the sound she made broke out of her ribs and went up into the rain. He stayed down there working her through it, gentler now, and when she tried to squirm away he held her hips flat and licked her slower, like he was savoring something he'd been promised and denied.

Then he came up over her, braced on his forearms, the head of his cock dragging wet through the mess he'd made of her.

"Look at me."

She looked.

"I love you," he said, unhurried, the way he said everything. "I should have said it in the barracks. I should have said it on the road. I'm saying it now."

"Dave —"

"Say it back or don't. But I needed you to know before I fuck you."

"I love you, you stupid —"

He pushed into her mid-word and the rest of the sentence left her as a long shaken vowel. He was thick and she was tight from three years of nothing and a hard ride and a harder wait, and he worked in by degrees while she clawed the cloak and tried to breathe. When he bottomed out she felt it in her teeth.

"Christ," he said. "Christ, Sam."

"Move."

He moved. Slow at first — deep slow strokes that dragged out almost all the way and then buried him again, and she could hear how wet she was, the obscene soft sound of it, wetter with every stroke because her body was being stupid about him the way it had always been stupid about him. Then faster. Then the plaster saint was shaking on her wall and Sam's back was scraping on stone through the cloak and Dave had one hand flat at her throat — not squeezing, just there, the weight of his palm, the pad of his thumb at the hinge of her jaw — and the other hooked under her knee to open her wider.

"Look at you," he said. "You came all this way for this."

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I came all this way for this. For you. For your cock. Dave —"

"Good girl."

That did it. Those two words in that unhurried Tidewater drawl, after three years of nothing, and her whole body went tight around him and she came again with her heels locked at the small of his back and her mouth open against his shoulder where the mail had bruised him earlier. He fucked her through it, relentless, and then his rhythm broke and he shoved deep and held there and she felt him pulse inside her, felt the hot wet rush of it, felt him shake against her in a way she had never seen him shake for anything.

He collapsed half onto her. Breathing hard. She could feel his heart in his throat under her hand.

The rain came down. The horses shifted in the ruined nave.

"Twelve hours," she said.

"Less, now."

"Worth it."

He laughed, a short broken thing, and turned his face into her neck. "Virginia."

"What."

"If they take my head tomorrow, I want you to know — this was the thing. The whole thing. The reason any of it was worth doing."

She closed her eyes. The plaster saint above them had seen worse confessions.

"They're not taking your head tomorrow."

"No?"

"No. Because I didn't ride three days to bury you. I rode three days because there's a ship at Cold Harbor that doesn't ask questions and sails on the tide at dawn, and I bought two berths on it with the gold from the last bounty, and you're going to get on it with me and we're going to be somebody else on the other side of the sea."

He was quiet a long time. Still inside her. His hand still at her throat, soft now, his thumb stroking the place where her pulse was.

"Two berths."

"Two."

"You knew I'd come."

"I knew you'd come whether I asked or not. I just wanted to be the one who got there first."

He kissed her. Slow, this time. The kind of kiss that said fine, yes, I will desert an order and a country and a vow for you, and I'll do it without arguing, because you already knew I would. When he pulled back his eyes were wet and he didn't bother to hide it.

"We should ride," he said.

"In a minute."

"Sam."

"In a minute, Dave. One more minute. Let me have one more minute of this before the world starts again."

He gave it to her. He gave her more than a minute. He gave her until the rain slackened and the horses quieted and her breathing matched his, and when he finally pulled out of her and helped her up and found her clothes in the wet grass and dressed her himself with the same care he'd used to undress her, she understood, finally, completely, what four years and three days and one dead dragon had been for.

They rode for the sea at dusk, and somewhere behind them the Queen's Hand came down into an empty valley and found only a cooling wyrm and a chapel that smelled, faintly and unmistakably, of two people who had loved each other very thoroughly in the rain.

The flight lands at 9:47, which is twelve minutes late, which Dave has been tracking obsessively since he pulled into cell phone lot and killed the engine and realized he had nothing to do but sit there with his hands on the wheel like he'd never picked anyone up from an airport before.

He hasn't, really. Not like this. Not her, not this version of the drive where he already knows what she smells like under the collar and what her breathing does when she's about to come.

Tucson at night is dry heat giving up its ghost against the windshield. He watches the parking lights flick over his forearms and tries not to think about the last four years reduced to this — twelve minutes late, one more sleep turned into one more text, one more turn of the wheel. His phone buzzes. At baggage. Then, I see your car. She knows his car. She knows the way he stands, the way his jaw does that thing when he's holding himself still.

He pulls up to the curb and she is already stepping off it, rolling bag at her heel, and the passenger door opens before he's fully stopped. She swings the suitcase into the back seat like she's done it a thousand times, sits down, closes the door, looks at him.

"Hi," she says.

"Hi."

The airport officer is already gesturing for him to move along and Dave moves along, hand on the wheel, and Sam's hand slides onto his thigh above the knee and stays there.

"Hi," she says again, quieter.

"I heard you the first time."

"Wanted to say it closer."

He laughs, but it comes out thin because her hand has already slid two inches higher and the night air coming through his cracked window is doing nothing for the temperature in the car. He merges onto Valencia. She doesn't move her hand. She doesn't move it for the entire stretch of road that takes them past the long-term lots and the rental returns and the dark field where the coyotes are, just her palm warm through his jeans, her thumb tracing a slow idle circle on the inseam.

"How was the flight," he says.

"Fine."

"Just fine."

"I'm not going to make small talk with you right now, Dave."

"Okay."

Her hand slides up another inch and finds exactly what she's looking for, which is the ridge of him already hard against the denim, and she doesn't say anything, she just exhales. A small, satisfied sound. He has been half-hard since he left the house. He has been thinking about her mouth for thirty-six hours.

"You're being a lot," he says.

"I've been being a lot all day. You've seen my phone."

"Yeah."

"I told you about the three vibrators."

"You did."

"I charged them for you."

"For me."

"In a manner of speaking." She curls her hand, measures him through the fabric, and he has to actively resist the urge to pull off onto the shoulder. "I'm wet, by the way."

"Sam."

"You asked."

"I didn't ask."

"You were going to."

The highway is empty enough that he can look at her for a full second without killing them both. She's in a black tank top and jeans and she looks tired the way someone looks tired after traveling, eyes bright and a little raw, hair up off her neck. He can see the pulse in her throat. He can see where her collarbone dips. He wants to put his mouth there. He wants to put his mouth everywhere.

"How far to the hotel," she says.

"Fifteen minutes."

"Make it ten."

He makes it eleven. She keeps her hand on him the whole way, not stroking, not working him, just holding him through the denim like she's claiming the shape of him. By the time he pulls into the hotel garage his jaw is tight and his right hand has white knuckles on the wheel.

The elevator is mirrored on three sides and she looks at him in the mirror instead of at him direct and he understands that this is deliberate, that she is letting him watch himself watching her, that she is doing this to him on purpose because she has been doing it on purpose since the car. He presses the button for the fourth floor. The doors close. She turns to him.

"I can't wait until that's your finger," she says, quiet, and he knows exactly what she means because he wrote it to her this morning and she has been holding it in her mouth all day like a piece of ice.

"Come here."

She comes. He puts one hand flat against the small of her back and the other at her jaw and he kisses her and she makes a sound into his mouth that isn't a word, that is just the sound she makes, the specific one, the one he has not heard in person in two weeks. Her hands go up under his shirt and her fingers are cold from the plane and the contrast against his stomach makes him suck in a breath.

The elevator dings. They step out not quite touching, which is worse.

He gets the keycard on the second swipe. The door closes behind them and she is already pulling her tank top off over her head, hair coming down, and his mouth is on her shoulder before the shirt hits the floor. She walks backward toward the bed and he walks forward and they go down together, her underneath, her jeans unbuttoning under his hand, his shirt coming up over his head and getting tangled at his elbows for a second that makes her laugh, a short real laugh, and then his mouth is on her sternum and the laugh stops.

"Dave."

"Yeah."

"Don't be careful with me."

"I wasn't going to be."

He pulls her jeans down and her underwear with them, one motion, and drops them off the side of the bed. She is exactly as wet as she said she was. He can see it catching the low light from the bedside lamp before he can feel it. He puts two fingers in her without ceremony because she told him not to be careful and because he has been thinking about this finger for twelve hours, and she arches up off the mattress and says fuck, drawn out, two syllables, her voice cracking on the second one.

"That what you wanted."

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"That's what I wanted."

He curls his fingers and watches her face. Her eyes close. Her mouth opens. Her hand fists in the comforter and then in his forearm, nails pressing in, and he keeps going, slow, methodical, because she needs him to be methodical, because she has been climbing the walls all day and what she needs isn't a sprint, what she needs is someone who knows exactly how she works. He knows exactly how she works.

"I want your mouth," she says.

He moves down. He puts his mouth on her and she makes that sound again, louder this time, and her hand goes to the back of his head, not pushing, just resting there, her thumb against the bare skin behind his ear. He has his fingers in her and his tongue on her clit and he can taste her, salt and something warmer, and she is shaking already, which means she was closer than she let on, which means she has probably been close since the car.

"Don't stop," she says. "Don't — please — "

He doesn't stop. She comes with her thighs closing around his head and her voice going somewhere breathless and ragged, the specific pitch she only makes when she isn't thinking about what she sounds like, and he works her through it with his fingers curled deep and his mouth softening at the end, gentling, because he knows when to gentle.

She is still making small sounds when he comes up off her. Her hand comes up to his face and pulls him down to kiss her. She can taste herself on him and she doesn't flinch, she just opens her mouth wider, and he feels her other hand go to his belt.

"Off," she says.

He gets his jeans off. He gets everything off. She scoots up the bed and he follows and she reaches for him and guides him in without him having to angle, without having to think about it, and the sound he makes when he's all the way inside her is embarrassing, is almost a groan, is the sound of a man who has been holding on too long.

"Okay," she says. "Okay, okay."

"Sam."

"I know."

He moves. She is so wet that the sound of it is obscene and she lifts her hips to meet him and her hand comes around to the small of his back and presses him in deeper and he can feel her heels hooking behind his thighs. The headboard isn't bolted and it taps the wall once, twice, and he doesn't care. He is not going to last. He knew he wasn't going to last. He has been hard for an hour.

"I'm not going to — " he starts.

"Good."

"Sam — "

"Inside. I want it inside."

He fucks her harder, which he didn't know he could do but apparently he can, and her hand goes up and braces against the headboard and her other hand goes to her own throat, not squeezing, just resting there, because she knows where he'd put his hand if he had a hand free, and the sight of her doing that for him is what finishes him. He comes inside her with his forehead pressed to her collarbone, shaking, and she wraps both arms around his back and holds him through it, murmuring something he can't make out, something that is just sound, just her voice, just I've got you, I've got you, I've got you.

He doesn't move for a long time.

When he does it's only to shift his weight off her, to roll onto his side and pull her with him, her leg still hooked over his hip, his hand on her back. The lamp is still on. The AC is clicking. Somewhere down the hall a door closes.

"Hi," she says, for the third time tonight.

"Hi."

"I missed you."

"I know."

"One more sleep was a lie. It was like fourteen more sleeps disguised as one."

"Yeah."

She laughs against his chest. He can feel it. He can feel everything — her breath, her hand on his ribs, the slow wetness between them that they are both choosing to ignore for another minute because getting up to deal with it feels like a violence against the quiet.

"We knocked a lamp off a nightstand once," she says, apropos of nothing.

"We did."

"I was thinking about that the whole flight."

"Yeah?"

"Among other things."

He pulls the sheet up over her shoulder. She tucks her face into the side of his neck. Her hair smells like the plane and a little like the shampoo from her bathroom and a little like her, underneath all of it, the specific thing only she smells like, and he closes his eyes and breathes it in and does not think about tomorrow or the drive to the airport in four days or the distance that will reassemble itself around them the minute she boards the plane home.

"Stay awake for a little while," she murmurs.

"I'm awake."

"Good."

She's asleep in ninety seconds. He knows because he counts.

DAY OVERVIEW Today was Thursday, beginning with playful banter and quickly shifting into a sexually charged tone as they anticipated their upcoming reunion. The day was dominated by intimate, explicit conversations about their desires and fantasies, with both participants eagerly counting down the hours until they could be together. The most defining moment was Dave's explicit description of his physical arousal and the sexual activities he fantasized about engaging in with Sam.

TOPIC INVENTORY 1. Morning Greetings and Plans - Dave and Sam exchanged good morning messages, with Dave expressing his excitement and anticipation for their upcoming meeting. They discussed their sleep quality and morning routines. - Emotional register: Excited, playful, affectionate - Notable quote: "I hope you slept well. I did not. I didn't sleep poorly, but I was up a lot thinking about you." — Dave

1. Workout and Gym
2. Dave mentioned he was on his way to the gym and praised Sam for her early morning workout. They discussed fitness goals and Sam's workout routine.
3. Emotional register: Supportive, encouraging

4. Notable quote: "Proud of you for being up and at the gym ❤️" — Sam

5. Sexual Fantasies and Anticipation

6. Dave and Sam engaged in explicit conversations about their sexual desires and fantasies, with Dave detailing his arousal and the physical sensations he was experiencing. They discussed various sexual acts and positions.
7. Emotional register: Aroused, anticipatory, playful

8. Notable quote: "I can’t wait until that's my finger Maybe in the car Maybe in the elevator Who knows to be anywhere?" — Dave

9. Institute of Technology (IT) and Work

10. Sam mentioned she was looking at a video from an IT course and discussed hand-release push-ups as part of her workout routine.
11. Emotional register: Informative, supportive

12. Notable quote: "I feel like I slept like a rock. I was up once but that was it. I wasn’t on my phone at all once I got into bed. I was out!" — Sam

13. Family and Personal Life

14. Sam discussed her sister having shingles and her parents living near a country club. Dave mentioned his phone issues and spilled beer.
15. Emotional register: Casual, informative

16. Notable quote: "Basically a pedophile" — Sam, describing her sister's ex-husband

17. Resume and Career

18. Sam worked on her resume, discussing the challenges of adding measurable achievements and the competitiveness of the job market.
19. Emotional register: Frustrated, determined

20. Notable quote: "Your resume lacks measurables" — Sam's brother

21. Future Plans and Anticipation

22. Dave and Sam discussed their excitement for their upcoming meeting, expressing their eagerness to be together and the emotional significance of their relationship.
23. Emotional register: Excited, loving, anticipatory
24. Notable quote: "I am in bed 😊. So close now!! 1 more sleep, then I get to hug you sooo hard 🤗🤗🤗🥰" — Dave

SEXUAL & PHYSICAL CONTENT Dave and Sam engaged in explicit discussions about their sexual desires and fantasies. Dave detailed his physical arousal, mentioning how he was "so fucking horny" and describing the "aching throb" of his cock. He fantasized about various sexual acts, including oral sex and penetrative sex, and mentioned specific positions and sensations. Sam reciprocated, expressing her desire for Dave to touch her and detailing her own arousal and fantasies. They discussed using vibrators and other toys, with Sam mentioning she had three vibrators charging. The conversation was initiated and escalated by both parties, with vivid and explicit language used to describe their desires and physical states.

EMOTIONAL DYNAMICS The emotional dynamic today was one of intense anticipation and longing, with both Dave and Sam taking turns leading and following in their flirtatious banter. Dave was more dominant in initiating sexual topics, while Sam was vulnerable in sharing her own desires and fantasies. There was a sense of safety and trust in their relationship, with both expressing their love and commitment to each other. The power dynamic was balanced, with moments of teasing and playful pushback. Their other relationships were not directly mentioned, but the "forbidden" nature of theirs was implied through their excited anticipation of being together.

MEMORABLE LANGUAGE - "I can’t wait until that's my finger Maybe in the car Maybe in the elevator Who knows to be anywhere?" — Dave, expressing his anticipation and fantasy - "I’m so wet" — Sam, responding to Dave's instruction - "You don’t remember them" — Sam, teasing Dave about her breasts - "I can easily get off daily. Probably 2x/day. Maybe 3. Let’s say every 8 hrs lolol. Could be less though." — Sam, discussing her sexual frequency - "I think things will work more as expected this time now that we got the nerves out last time 😊" — Dave, expressing optimism for their upcoming meeting - "I love all our inside jokes/names" — Dave, appreciating their shared humor - "I’m fighting the urge to take a nap even though I realllyyyyy want to, bc I need to go to bed early." — Sam, expressing her exhaustion and excitement - "I’m so damn tired lol" — Sam, admitting her fatigue - "I’m not even tired but I’m READY FOR MOTHERFUCKING BED" — Dave, expressing his eagerness to sleep - "I am in bed 😊. So close now!! 1 more sleep, then I get to hug you sooo hard 🤗🤗🤗🥰" — Dave, counting down to their reunion

CONTINUITY HOOKS - Their upcoming meeting and the anticipation of being together physically. - The discussion of using vibrators and other toys during their time together. - Sam's mention of having three vibrators charging, indicating her preparations for their meeting. - The emotional thread of their deep connection and the trust they have in each other. - The running joke about Dave's phone issues and the spilled beer incident. - The unresolved topic of Sam's resume and career plans.

MOOD MAP nervous anticipation → giddy flirtation → raw heat → playful teasing → tender longing → wistful anticipation

================================================================================ INSIGHTS REPORT FOR 2026-04-11 Generated: 2026-04-17 15:20:05 Status: success Schema Version: 1.2.0 ================================================================================

METRICS

• Response Time --- Me→Them: 215s ↓13% vs 7d avg Them→Me: 75s ↑50% vs 7d avg

• Conflicts & Repair --- Conflicts: 27 ↑ (avg 26.9 this week) Repair Rate: 100.0% →0% vs 7d avg Avg Recovery: 5.4 min ↑35% vs 7d avg

• Initiation --- Balance Ratio: 0.50 ↓30% vs 7d avg Cold Starts: 2 ↑ (avg 1.4 this week) 1 me / 1 them

• Velocity & Sessions --- High Velocity %: 98.2% →0% vs 7d avg Sessions: 33 ↑ (avg 30.6 this week) Avg Duration: 11.4 min ↑26% vs 7d avg

• Message Volume --- Total Messages: 434 ↑ (avg 378.3 this week) From Me: 217 ↑ (avg 170.1 this week) From Them: 217 ↑ (avg 208.1 this week) With Signals: 427 ↑ (avg 366.6 this week)

SENDER COVERAGE

Sender	Labeled / Total	Rate	Top Labels
Dave	215 / 217	99.1%	humor (47), status_update (43), affection (25), frustration (21), excitement (20)
Edited 6 seconds later: Like… where does it even go?!	0 / 1	0.0%	N/A
Sam Willis	212 / 216	98.2%	humor (50), status_update (30), vulnerability (23), checking_in (20), excitement (20)

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DOMINANT LABEL

humor (typically status_update)

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• Label Counts ---

  • humor: 91 (avg score: 73%)
  • status_update: 64 (avg score: 63%)
  • affection: 41 (avg score: 82%)
  • excitement: 38 (avg score: 80%)
  • vulnerability: 35 (avg score: 69%)
  • frustration: 33 (avg score: 64%)
  • sexting: 25 (avg score: 83%)
  • checking_in: 25 (avg score: 65%)
  • flirting: 19 (avg score: 71%)

• Label Counts (cont.) ---

  • emotional_support: 17 (avg score: 74%)
  • encouragement: 13 (avg score: 75%)
  • disagreement: 12 (avg score: 68%)
  • appreciation: 12 (avg score: 72%)
  • planning: 10 (avg score: 66%)
  • request: 9 (avg score: 65%)
  • deep_sharing: 6 (avg score: 70%)
  • boundary_setting: 3 (avg score: 73%)

ANOMALIES

Unusual Pattern

Excitement surged 57.4% vs 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Sexting surged 130.3% vs 7-day average

PROVENANCE

Signals Prompt Version: signals.v2 Signals Model: unknown Rollup Computed At: N/A

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Relationship Balance

Signal Flow Over Time

Conversation Topics