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2026-04-14

Perfect Repair Day

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[2026-04-14 09:20:00] Dave: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/TZ-fhIwatUY So you think you want a Malinois. #dog So you think you want a Malinois. #dog #malinois #maligator #foryou #fyp #funnydog
[2026-04-14 11:48:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-14 12:01:00] Dave: Home!
[2026-04-14 12:01:00] Dave: Miss you already 🙄
[2026-04-14 12:03:00] Dave: Gotta say though: that was an incredible amount, and quality of sex 🥵🫠
[2026-04-14 12:03:00] Dave: And you had early morning sex!! Remember you said that was a definite no?!
[2026-04-14 12:04:00] Sam Willis: I totally miss you. It’s like this dull sadness. Ugh, you’re so annoying 🙄😜
[2026-04-14 12:04:00] Dave: Not so bad though eh?
[2026-04-14 12:04:00] Sam Willis: I totally miss you. It’s like this dull sadness. Ugh, you’re so annoying 🙄😜
[2026-04-14 12:04:00] Sam Willis: God I’m getting wet again thinking about it
[2026-04-14 12:04:00] Sam Willis: It was fucking great!!!!
[2026-04-14 12:04:00] Sam Willis: All of it.
[2026-04-14 12:05:00] Sam Willis: You just turn me on so so sooooooo much
[2026-04-14 12:05:00] Sam Willis: I love loveeeee having sex with you
[2026-04-14 12:05:00] Dave: Samsies!
[2026-04-14 12:05:00] Sam Willis: Seriously how tf am I still horny
[2026-04-14 12:05:00] Dave: Right?!
[2026-04-14 12:05:00] Dave: Like wtf
[2026-04-14 12:06:00] Sam Willis: Me too!! And I thought for sure I was fully satiated lol
[2026-04-14 12:06:00] Sam Willis: When I touched your dick this morning and your head was already so wet from pre cum, I was like 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
[2026-04-14 12:06:00] Sam Willis: Me too!! And I thought for sure I was fully satiated lol
[2026-04-14 12:07:00] Dave: This is hot 🫠
[2026-04-14 12:07:00] Dave: This is hot 🫠
[2026-04-14 12:07:00] Sam Willis: YOU’RE the hot one
[2026-04-14 12:07:00] Sam Willis: Mmmmm I loved just climbing on top of you, in the dark, just slowly riding you while you rubbed my clit. Facccckkkk
[2026-04-14 12:07:00] Dave: Nooo. It’s a joint venture
[2026-04-14 12:08:00] Dave: It was amaaaazing
[2026-04-14 12:08:00] Dave: It was amaaaazing
[2026-04-14 12:08:00] Sam Willis: Mmmm
[2026-04-14 12:08:00] Sam Willis: And you were so much more vocal this time and I fucking LOVED IT
[2026-04-14 12:09:00] Dave: Oh good! I was trying to be. But also… I could talk
[2026-04-14 12:09:00] Dave: You were louder too
[2026-04-14 12:09:00] Dave: Pretty sure it was the - being all around comfortable this time
[2026-04-14 12:11:00] Sam Willis: Oh yea. Having a voice probably really helped huh? 😂😂
[2026-04-14 12:11:00] Sam Willis: Oh yea. Having a voice probably really helped huh? 😂😂
[2026-04-14 12:12:00] Sam Willis: Definitely more comfortable this time. Mmmm you’re just perfect.
[2026-04-14 12:12:00] Sam Willis: Fucking love having sex with you!!! 🫠🫠🫠
[2026-04-14 12:13:00] Dave: It’s all… US. 🥰
[2026-04-14 12:13:00] Dave: It just clicks 🤷‍♂️
[2026-04-14 12:21:00] Sam Willis: It totally does. ❤️
[2026-04-14 12:22:00] Sam Willis: Well you also were fucking the hell out of me 🔥🫠
[2026-04-14 12:22:00] Sam Willis: Well you also were fucking the hell out of me 🔥🫠
[2026-04-14 12:23:00] Sam Willis: Mmmm and I love love love your cock. It feels and tastes so damn good in my mouth. 🤤
[2026-04-14 12:25:00] Dave: Thanks baby 🫠
[2026-04-14 12:26:00] Dave: Your pussy is amazing too. Tastes amazing and is absolutely beautiful 😍
[2026-04-14 12:26:00] Dave: And of course FEELS amazing 🫠🫠🫠
[2026-04-14 12:27:00] Dave: And the way you ride me… 🥵🤤👸
[2026-04-14 12:27:00] Dave: So fucking sexy
[2026-04-14 12:29:00] Sam Willis: Mmmm it felt sooooo good when you were licking it. Fuck I’m seriously so wet again. 🤯 my body just absolutely loves your body lol
[2026-04-14 12:29:00] Sam Willis: Mmmm it felt sooooo good when you were licking it. Fuck I’m seriously so wet again. 🤯 my body just absolutely loves your body lol
[2026-04-14 12:36:00] Dave: Right!? It’s so wild
[2026-04-14 12:37:00] Dave: Yeah, sorry I never got to finish you with my mouth. I definitely meant to.
[2026-04-14 12:37:00] Dave: And WANTED to
[2026-04-14 12:39:00] Sam Willis: I never finished you with my mouth either that’s why we have next time hopefully! 🙏
[2026-04-14 12:42:00] Dave: Omg! When I came this morning, you pressed down even deeper and like, grinded me or…. Milked me 😋… with your hips… whatever it was felt fucking amazing 💦
[2026-04-14 12:44:00] Sam Willis: Ahh!! I’m glad it felt good. I was picking up on that you wanted me to grind/press deep. That you kept trying to hold me down hard 🥵
[2026-04-14 12:45:00] Dave: Good job lol
[2026-04-14 12:45:00] Sam Willis: I also absolutely melt when you tell me to slow down and we go soooo slow but deep 🫠
[2026-04-14 12:45:00] Dave: I’m not sure what I was doing, but I’m glad you picked up on it
[2026-04-14 12:46:00] Dave: Yeah that was sooo hot
[2026-04-14 12:46:00] Dave: You definitely took it so good
[2026-04-14 12:46:00] Dave: Yeah that was sooo hot
[2026-04-14 12:51:00] Sam Willis: So…naked rendezvous = success??
[2026-04-14 12:52:00] Dave: Success++
[2026-04-14 12:52:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-14 13:02:00] Sam Willis: Im watching the Noah Kahan documentary and just ahh! Love him lol
[2026-04-14 13:02:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-14 13:03:00] Sam Willis: He has a puppy maligator!!
[2026-04-14 13:20:00] Dave: K, I think I’m going to take a nap lol
[2026-04-14 13:20:00] Dave: When does your flight leave?
[2026-04-14 13:20:00] Sam Willis: We are boarding now. Have a good nap baby ❤️❤️
[2026-04-14 13:21:00] Sam Willis: I love you
[2026-04-14 13:21:00] Dave: I love you!
[2026-04-14 13:21:00] Dave: Safe travels
[2026-04-14 13:21:00] Sam Willis: Thanks for an amazing past couple days!
[2026-04-14 13:21:00] Dave: Thank YOU
[2026-04-14 13:21:00] Sam Willis: Same emoji use at the same time
[2026-04-14 13:21:00] Dave: You know it!
[2026-04-14 13:22:00] Sam Willis: Ha. Love you. Have the best nap
[2026-04-14 13:22:00] Dave: Hehe ❤️
[2026-04-14 16:15:00] Sam Willis: I just landed back in the armpit of hell
[2026-04-14 16:16:00] Sam Willis: How are you doing?
[2026-04-14 16:16:00] Dave: I was wondering where you were
[2026-04-14 16:16:00] Dave: I’m… ok
[2026-04-14 16:16:00] Dave: Hbu?
[2026-04-14 16:16:00] Sam Willis: I’m also just…ok
[2026-04-14 16:17:00] Sam Willis: 😕
[2026-04-14 16:17:00] Dave: Feeling that ugh… back to normal life thing.
[2026-04-14 16:17:00] Sam Willis: What’s the afterglow depression called? lol
[2026-04-14 16:17:00] Dave: And pretty drained tbh lol
[2026-04-14 16:17:00] Dave: Yeah we need a name for that lol
[2026-04-14 16:17:00] Sam Willis: 😬 hope you aren’t getting sick
[2026-04-14 16:18:00] Dave: No, I mean l literally drained 😏
[2026-04-14 16:18:00] Sam Willis: Oh I have been horny AF this entire flight. It is ridiculous
[2026-04-14 16:18:00] Sam Willis: But I hear you. It’s like the crash from booze, gummies, sex, and just overall adrenaline from the past couple days
[2026-04-14 16:18:00] Sam Willis: Oh I have been horny AF this entire flight. It is ridiculous
[2026-04-14 16:19:00] Sam Willis: But yea…I don’t want this lol
[2026-04-14 16:19:00] Sam Willis: But yea…I don’t want this lol
[2026-04-14 16:19:00] Dave: Right wtf?1
[2026-04-14 16:19:00] Sam Willis: Thanks for taking two PTO days to be with me ❤️❤️
[2026-04-14 16:20:00] Dave: Thank YOU for doing the same baby! That was such a great time and lived up to everything I could’ve imagined. In all ways.
[2026-04-14 16:21:00] Sam Willis: Same!! Actually, I’d say it exceeded my expectations lol
[2026-04-14 16:21:00] Sam Willis: Ahh the sex just…wtf man 🔥
[2026-04-14 16:21:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-14 16:22:00] Dave: I know 🥵
[2026-04-14 16:22:00] Sam Willis: I want to do many more things with you lol
[2026-04-14 16:22:00] Dave: Yeah we have plenty more to explore
[2026-04-14 16:23:00] Dave: Do you think you’ll incorporate the dildo in your masterbation routine? Or stick with the solo vibe?e
[2026-04-14 16:23:00] Sam Willis: Hehehehe
[2026-04-14 16:23:00] Sam Willis: I can see me incorporating it eventually
[2026-04-14 16:24:00] Dave: Oh shit, there’s that other stuff I ordered too!
[2026-04-14 16:24:00] Sam Willis: The Lovense stuff right?
[2026-04-14 16:24:00] Dave: Yeah
[2026-04-14 16:25:00] Sam Willis: Oh I haven’t forgotten. Hehe
[2026-04-14 16:25:00] Sam Willis: lol Marco from Candace
[2026-04-14 16:26:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-14 16:26:00] Dave: Definitely love to know what you tell her😈🥵
[2026-04-14 16:27:00] Sam Willis: Oh that we had probably the best sex of my life and it will just keep getting better and better and 💦💦
[2026-04-14 16:29:00] Dave: Yeah, ditto
[2026-04-14 16:32:00] Sam Willis: How was your nap?
[2026-04-14 16:35:00] Dave: It was great!
[2026-04-14 16:35:00] Dave: I didn’t want to get up
[2026-04-14 16:35:00] Sam Willis: I bet 😩
[2026-04-14 16:37:00] Dave: Thank YOU for paying for EVERYTHING! Seriously, I want to give you some money. I know you won’t take it. So I just want to make sure you know how much I appreciate the gesture 🥰.
[2026-04-14 16:37:00] Dave: Thank YOU for paying for EVERYTHING! Seriously, I want to give you some money. I know you won’t take it. So I just want to make sure you know how much I appreciate the gesture 🥰.
[2026-04-14 16:38:00] Dave: (And hate it 😡)
[2026-04-14 16:38:00] Dave: (And hate it 😡)
[2026-04-14 16:41:00] Sam Willis: You paid for plenty of shit too, so thank YOU! And it…you…WAA is all very worth it. And no I’m not taking any money 🙄 I love you
[2026-04-14 16:42:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-04-14 16:42:00] Dave: I love you
[2026-04-14 16:43:00] Sam Willis: Sigh
[2026-04-14 16:43:00] Sam Willis: I’m definitely crashing hard
[2026-04-14 16:43:00] Sam Willis: Like my whole mood
[2026-04-14 16:43:00] Sam Willis: Here’s comes deppppresssionnnn
[2026-04-14 16:43:00] Sam Willis: 😅
[2026-04-14 16:43:00] Dave: Yeah, I’m right there with you
[2026-04-14 16:44:00] Dave: I’m still able to be pretty happy like, inside.. Thinking about how great it was. But my external mood is like: just go to sleep bro.
[2026-04-14 16:46:00] Sam Willis: Yea same.
[2026-04-14 16:47:00] Dave: https://www.dc3d.design/ Fleshlight adapter 3D-printed adapters that make Fleshlight and Quickshot products compatible with The Handy, Handy 2, and Lovense Solace Pro. Precision-fit, ships from Texas.
[2026-04-14 16:47:00] Dave: New site
[2026-04-14 16:47:00] Sam Willis: Plus I’m feeling like the slight guilt and hating that it all is so secretive. It feels kind of isolating, ya know?
[2026-04-14 16:47:00] Dave: Might have to refresh it looks the same
[2026-04-14 16:47:00] Dave: Yeah, totally
[2026-04-14 16:47:00] Dave: Lot’s going on
[2026-04-14 16:48:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-14 16:48:00] Sam Willis: Lmao
[2026-04-14 16:48:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-14 16:49:00] Dave: You would go straight to click through the policy section
[2026-04-14 16:49:00] Sam Willis: You’re fucking adorable
[2026-04-14 16:49:00] Sam Willis: I’m reading this stuff in your voice, and I love it
[2026-04-14 16:49:00] Sam Willis: Looks great!!
[2026-04-14 16:50:00] Dave: Thanks! It’s pretty basic, but I think it’s cleaner
[2026-04-14 16:51:00] Sam Willis: I don’t remember what the old one looked like
[2026-04-14 16:51:00] Dave: The temu version lol
[2026-04-14 16:56:00] Sam Willis: Oh I doubt it
[2026-04-14 16:56:00] Sam Willis: Where the f is my bag 😭
[2026-04-14 16:59:00] Dave: Oh noooo!
[2026-04-14 16:59:00] Dave: Did you get it??
[2026-04-14 16:59:00] Dave: Any airport issues?
[2026-04-14 17:01:00] Sam Willis: Just got it. Lordie. Just in time to hit rush hour traffic. 😜
[2026-04-14 17:02:00] Sam Willis: lol. Why do I have so much anxiety about being home?! 🙄🙄
[2026-04-14 17:02:00] Sam Willis: That’s a rhetorical btw
[2026-04-14 17:04:00] Sam Willis: Woah, the high here is only 78 today!
[2026-04-14 17:06:00] Dave: Nice
[2026-04-14 17:07:00] Sam Willis: We look cute here 😍 And high But still, very cute!
[2026-04-14 17:10:00] Dave: Yeah that’s my favorite
[2026-04-14 17:38:00] Sam Willis: 🤞🤞
[2026-04-14 17:40:00] Dave: So what was the 😬? Because Quinn heard?
[2026-04-14 17:41:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I'm honestly not sure. I'll have to ask whenever I'm home like till 58 to decide or till 58 to like start the lease I'm not sure. Also just real quick hi Marco Candace and I sent one of the things I said was that I sometimes forget how much of a country accent you have. So adorable when it comes out and then she marked me back and she's like well. I hate to tell you this but like towards the end of your Marco, you started having a little bit of a southern twang and I'm like no I fucking did not you better not be freaking Rubbing off on me, but yes, the like the cringe face was because Quinn may be hurt because again the kids have no fucking idea about anything so like why would he be talking to a property manager about a new house you know
[2026-04-14 17:45:00] Dave: HAHAHAHA
[2026-04-14 17:46:00] Dave: Country accent 🙄
[2026-04-14 17:46:00] Sam Willis: You 10000000% do
[2026-04-14 17:46:00] Sam Willis: And it comes out the more you drink
[2026-04-14 17:46:00] Dave: Ohhh does it really?
[2026-04-14 17:46:00] Dave: That’s hilarious she said YOU’RE picking it up!!
[2026-04-14 17:46:00] Dave: Ohhh does it really?
[2026-04-14 17:47:00] Sam Willis: Yes and also when you’re like animated about something. It’s adorable
[2026-04-14 17:52:00] Sam Willis: Sigh. I’m driving down the road and just goofy smiling that you let me climb on top of you this morning 🤤🫠
[2026-04-14 17:53:00] Dave: I was soooo glad you did. That’s exactly what wanted to happen anyway.
[2026-04-14 17:54:00] Sam Willis: Candace asked if the secrecy aspect of our relationship is the reason sex with you is so amazing
[2026-04-14 17:54:00] Sam Willis: And I’m like fuck no.
[2026-04-14 17:55:00] Dave: Yeah, it’s not that for me either.
[2026-04-14 17:55:00] Sam Willis: I hadn’t thought about it before
[2026-04-14 17:55:00] Sam Willis: Like in that way
[2026-04-14 17:55:00] Sam Willis: Glad that’s not what it is for you
[2026-04-14 17:55:00] Dave: Gayle keeps saying that too. And I’m like: no, no, no…
[2026-04-14 17:56:00] Sam Willis: Candace then went on to say that she doesn’t THINK it’s that bc the fact we have been so close all these years
[2026-04-14 17:57:00] Sam Willis: The fact it has to be a secret stifles me, if anything lol
[2026-04-14 17:57:00] Dave: Yeah. It’s a pretty coming thing though, so I get why they’re saying it
[2026-04-14 17:57:00] Dave: Like from a therapists perspective
[2026-04-14 18:57:00] Sam Willis: https://www.instagram.com/sportsedtv_weightlifting/reel/DWwCMPHiMIe/ Weightlifting Instructions on Instagram 300K views, 2,341 likes: "People should take basic physics classes bef...
[2026-04-14 19:06:00] Dave: Lmao omg
[2026-04-14 19:06:00] Dave: She just fucking BRAINED that guy 🤯
[2026-04-14 19:12:00] Sam Willis: I bet she felt like a complete fucking dumbass
[2026-04-14 19:25:00] Sam Willis: The kids are already annoying me
[2026-04-14 19:25:00] Sam Willis: Like so much attitude
[2026-04-14 19:33:00] Dave: Ugh
[2026-04-14 19:34:00] Dave: Kids are so dumb
[2026-04-14 20:03:00] Dave: Just sitting over here thinking about you squirting all over me 🥵💦🤤🫠🫠🫠
[2026-04-14 20:11:00] Sam Willis: Well guess what…. I was thinking about the same thing 🥵
[2026-04-14 20:12:00] Dave: Yessssss! OMG
[2026-04-14 20:12:00] Dave: Also wow that I happened to just be thinking about it too!!
[2026-04-14 20:13:00] Sam Willis: Ok nowwww I should be done. Right?! Surely! How is this still happening lol
[2026-04-14 20:13:00] Sam Willis: My clit is even sore too
[2026-04-14 20:13:00] Dave: lol
[2026-04-14 20:14:00] Dave: Yeah I think I need a break
[2026-04-14 20:15:00] Dave: Although, I’d also totally still love to get up in it again 🥵
[2026-04-14 20:16:00] Sam Willis: I would even settle for some cuddling
[2026-04-14 20:17:00] Dave: Ofc!
[2026-04-14 20:17:00] Sam Willis: I miss you. I’m blue 😔
[2026-04-14 20:17:00] Dave: I miss you too baby
[2026-04-14 20:18:00] Dave: Blue is a good word for it. And you don’t hear it often
[2026-04-14 20:19:00] Sam Willis: Hopefully I’ll bounce back in a day or so when I get back into a routine
[2026-04-14 20:21:00] Dave: I’m sure you/we will
[2026-04-14 20:30:00] Sam Willis: Thanks for always listening to my negativity 😔
[2026-04-14 20:32:00] Dave: I listen to how you feel, and I love to do so 🥰
[2026-04-14 20:34:00] Sam Willis: The REAL hug emoji
[2026-04-14 20:35:00] Dave: The reallY whack one
[2026-04-14 20:35:00] Sam Willis: 🫂
[2026-04-14 20:35:00] Sam Willis: It is two bald men hugging
[2026-04-14 20:35:00] Sam Willis: I don’t see the problem
[2026-04-14 20:52:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-14 21:13:00] Sam Willis: Christian thinks he’s going to take the place. Needs to sign a, and then can move in after the 8th 🤞🤞
[2026-04-14 21:14:00] Sam Willis: It’s still like 3.5 wks away
[2026-04-14 21:14:00] Dave: Hey, it’s something!
[2026-04-14 21:14:00] Sam Willis: I can tell he has mixed feelings
[2026-04-14 21:14:00] Sam Willis: But that’s normal, I’m sure
[2026-04-14 21:15:00] Dave: How do you mean?
[2026-04-14 21:15:00] Dave: Mixed as in not wanting to move it at all?
[2026-04-14 21:15:00] Sam Willis: Like that he doesn’t really want to go ha. Or like it’s overwhelming
[2026-04-14 21:15:00] Sam Willis: Which I get it, it IS overwhelming. Moving sucks
[2026-04-14 21:16:00] Dave: Yeah for sure. It’s a major change, and that’s always tough
[2026-04-14 21:17:00] Sam Willis: Blah
[2026-04-14 21:17:00] Sam Willis: I’m so tired
[2026-04-14 21:17:00] Sam Willis: Emotionally. Physically
[2026-04-14 21:17:00] Sam Willis: And he asked if I would go pick up at Kai tonight at 830 😭
[2026-04-14 21:18:00] Dave: Oh noooooo
[2026-04-14 21:18:00] Dave: I am too. I was actually just writing a goodnight message when you txtd 😋
[2026-04-14 21:18:00] Dave: And here it is: Ugh. I wish I was snuggling up to your naked body right now, with one hand on your perfectly spaced breasts 🫠
[2026-04-14 21:18:00] Dave: Oh noooooo
[2026-04-14 21:21:00] Sam Willis: I’m so so glad we slept lol
[2026-04-14 21:21:00] Sam Willis: I never get that at home and it was GLORIOUS!!! You’re the best baby
[2026-04-14 21:21:00] Dave: I love you babydoll 🥰
[2026-04-14 21:21:00] Dave: YOU’RE the best
[2026-04-14 21:22:00] Sam Willis: I hope you sleep well tonight. I love you so much
[2026-04-14 21:22:00] Dave: I had such a great time being with you
[2026-04-14 21:22:00] Dave: And i can’t wait to talk to you tomorrow
[2026-04-14 21:23:00] Dave: And good call on the cinnamon rolls 🤤
[2026-04-14 21:24:00] Sam Willis: Sooooo good!! Hit the spot.
[2026-04-14 21:24:00] Sam Willis: I had the best time. Talk to you tomorrow baby ❤️

The apartment smelled like the takeout they hadn't eaten, and Sam was crying on the kitchen floor when her phone rang.

She didn't mean to answer it. Her thumb moved before her brain did. Dave's face came up in the little square and she made a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob — the sound of a woman who had been holding it together through a delayed flight and a rideshare and the walk up three flights of stairs with a suitcase she hadn't bothered to unpack.

"Oh, baby," he said. Just that. His voice did something her spine recognized before she did. She sat up a little straighter against the cabinet. "You on the floor?"

"Armpit of hell," she said. "Reporting in."

"Mm." A pause. She could hear him somewhere, moving — the soft tick of a lamp switch, maybe. "Here's what we're gonna do."

She closed her eyes.

"You're gonna go run a bath," he said. "Not a shower. A bath. Hot as you can stand. Put your phone on the counter facing you so I can see. Don't get dressed after. Don't dry off all the way. Come back to bed wet and get on your knees on the comforter and wait for me."

"Dave—"

"You said you were crashing. I'm catching."

There was a long silence in which she understood, with a kind of humiliated gratitude, that he had been ready for this — that he had heard the crack in her voice on the afternoon's texts and had cleared the evening and was now, calmly, from nine hundred miles away, taking her in hand.

"Okay," she said. Small. "Okay."

"Good girl. Go."

The water was too hot. She made it hotter. She watched her thighs go pink and then red and she sat in the tub with her knees up and cried properly for about ninety seconds — the kind of crying that isn't sad, exactly, just overfull — and then she was done. She washed between her legs with her hand because he hadn't said not to and because she wanted to feel herself already slippery when she came out. By the time she stepped onto the bathmat her cunt was flushed and heavy and she could smell her own arousal under the soap.

She carried the phone to the bed. Didn't towel off her hair. Got up on her knees on the comforter, naked, dripping onto the cotton, and angled the phone against the pillow the way he liked.

He was on the screen already. Shirt off. In his bed. That bald head, that steady mouth. He looked at her for a long moment and didn't say anything and her nipples tightened under his silence until they ached.

"Hands behind your back," he said. "Hold your elbows."

She did. It pushed her chest forward. Water ran down her sternum, down her belly, caught in the crease where her thigh met her hip.

"There she is," he said softly. "Look at you. Wet everywhere."

"I missed you."

"I know, baby."

"I hate this."

"I know."

Her throat did the thing it did. He watched her face and didn't let her look away.

"What do you hate, specifically. Tell me."

"That I have to pretend." The word came out raggedy. "All day. That I can't just — that nobody knows. That it stifles me."

"Mhm."

"And that I want you so fucking bad I can't sit still and there's nowhere to put it."

"Put it here," he said. "Right here, on camera, with me. That's where it goes tonight. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Spread your knees wider."

She did. The air hit her, cool after the bath, and she shivered and felt herself clench around nothing.

"Wider, Sam."

She widened them until her thighs burned, until she was splayed open at the camera, the pink of her on display, a slow bead of slick sliding down toward the sheet. She watched his eyes on the screen and felt her face go hot and didn't look away.

"Good," he said. "Now the left hand. Two fingers. Slow. I want to watch you open up."

"Dave—"

"Slow."

She brought her hand around. Her fingers were shaking a little. She slid two of them down through the wet and he made a small sound in his throat and she felt that sound land in her stomach like a coin dropped in water. She pushed them in. Her own cunt gripped them — she was so wet they went in to the knuckle with no resistance at all, and she laughed, helpless, because of course, of course, the second he said her name she was this, she was already this.

"That's it," he said. "Don't move yet. Just feel. Feel how ready you are."

She held still. She could feel her own pulse around her fingers. The hair on the back of her neck was cold where the water hadn't dried.

"Now curl them. Up and in. Where I'd be."

She did. Her mouth fell open.

"There," he said. "Yeah. There. Slow circles. Don't touch your clit yet."

"Please—"

"Not yet."

She worked her fingers inside herself and her eyes started to water — not sad water, the other kind, the kind that comes when the body is being held at an edge it didn't choose. Her hips wanted to rock. He watched the screen and she watched him watching her and the shame and the hunger braided together until she couldn't tell them apart.

"Tell me what you were thinking about on the plane."

"You. Your mouth. Your — the way you — when you held me down and—"

"Use your words."

"When you held my hips down and fucked me so slow I was crying before you even — before you—" she stopped, breathing. "I was so wet on the flight I had to sit on my hand. I kept clenching. Thinking about your cock. Thinking about you calling me—"

"Calling you what."

"Good girl," she whispered. "Yours. Your good girl."

"Mine," he said. It wasn't a question.

"Yours."

"Other hand. Thumb on your clit. Barely. Ghost it. I want you to feel how much it isn't enough."

She obeyed. Her whole body flinched at the contact and she whimpered, genuinely whimpered, and her fingers inside herself clutched down and she could see on the little screen that her own face had gone slack and ruined and she did not care, she did not care, she wanted him to see.

"That's my girl. That's it. You're doing so good."

"I can't—"

"You can. You're going to. Keep going."

She kept going. The thumb was a torment — light, light, barely there, and every time she tried to press harder his voice came through the speaker, easy, easy, and she would pull back. Sweat broke out along her hairline. Her thighs shook. A real tear slid down her cheek and she laughed at it, breathless.

"Why are you laughing, baby."

"Because you're — because you're not even — you're in Virginia."

"I'm right here."

"I know." She was crying and laughing at once. "I know, that's what's — "

"Hey."

She looked at him.

"I'm right here."

She nodded. The tremor in her chest let go a little. Her fingers kept moving. She could feel the orgasm gathering low and mean, a pressure building behind her pelvis, but he hadn't said and she wouldn't, she wouldn't.

"Faster inside," he said. "Harder. Fuck yourself on your hand the way I'd fuck you. Think about my cock. Don't come."

"Dave—"

"Don't come, Sam."

She fucked herself hard. Her wrist ached. The wet sound of it filled the room — obscene, unapologetic, slick and rhythmic — and she was making a noise now with every thrust, little broken uh, uh, uhs she didn't recognize. Her clit was swollen under her thumb and she was still barely touching it and the denial was becoming a physical pain, a gorgeous one, a pressure she wanted to cry inside.

"Please."

"Not yet."

"Please please please—"

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you—"

"Tell me it's worth it."

"It's worth it — god, it's worth it, all of it, all of it—"

"Now press down. Hard. And come for me."

She pressed. Her whole body locked. The orgasm went through her like something tearing — not pretty, not rolling, an actual seizure of her spine that doubled her over and made her forehead hit the comforter. She heard herself making a long low noise that wasn't a word. Her cunt clamped around her fingers and she felt herself gush, actually gush, onto her own hand and the sheet, and she kept coming, helpless, past the point of wanting to, past the point of thought.

"That's it," he was saying. "That's it, baby, that's my girl, keep going, don't stop, give it all to me—"

She gave it to him. She gave and gave until she was empty and shaking and her face was wet and her hand was wet and she couldn't get a breath that went all the way in.

"Sam."

She couldn't answer.

"Sam. Look at me."

She lifted her head. Her hair was in her mouth. She was grinning, crookedly, the way people grin when they've survived something.

"There you are," he said, very softly. "There she is. Hi."

"Hi."

"Lie down."

She lay down. She pulled her fingers out of herself and laid her hand on her own stomach and felt how hard she was still breathing.

"Pull the blanket up."

She pulled it up.

"Closer to the phone. I want to see your face."

She scooted. Her eyes were glassy. He looked at her for a long time.

"You did so good," he said. "You were so good for me. You know that?"

"Mhm."

"Say it."

"I was good."

"You were perfect."

She started crying again, quietly, the kind of crying that's just drainage, and he didn't try to stop her. He just watched her cry and said small true things — I've got you, I'm here, I know, I know — until the tears slowed. She rolled onto her side. Her cheek was on the cotton. Her hand, still damp with herself, rested on the pillow near her mouth and she could smell them both, herself and the ghost of him, and it was obscene and it was comforting.

"Water," he said. "On the nightstand. Drink some."

She drank. It tasted strange, the way water tastes after crying — mineral, almost sweet.

"Good girl."

"Stop, you'll start me up again."

"Later."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

She laughed, small. "I can see me incorporating that into my routine," she said, voice rough.

"What, me on a phone bossing you around on your kitchen floor?"

"You, period."

He smiled. It was the real one, the one only she got, the one that made the whole country between them feel like a technicality.

"Sleep," he said. "Leave the phone on. I'll stay till you're under."

"You don't have to—"

"I want to."

She didn't argue. She pulled the blanket to her chin. Her whole body felt like warm bread. The dull sadness she'd carried off the plane was gone — not solved, just displaced, emptied out through her hands and her mouth and her cunt into the space between them, which had always been the only place it fit.

"Dave."

"Mhm."

"I love you annoyingly."

"I love you back."

She watched him watch her until her eyes closed, and somewhere on the edge of sleep she heard him say that's it, that's my girl, down you go, and she went.

The bathhouse was built over a hot spring the locals called Widow's Mouth, and by the time Dave walked Sam through the curtain of steam, half the men in the valley were already dead.

He'd paid the attendant in foreign coin and asked for the private pool at the back — the one carved into the rock, with its own door and its own well of heat and no windows at all. The attendant had looked at Sam's hood and Dave's sword and said nothing. Coin did that. Coin and the look in Dave's eyes, which was the look of a man who had been running for eleven days and would put a blade through anyone who made the twelfth more difficult than the first.

Sam dropped her pack inside the door and turned the bolt.

"They're three villages behind us," she said.

"Two."

"Two." She closed her eyes. "God."

"We have tonight."

She looked at him. Her hair was plastered to her forehead from the ride. There was a smear of dried blood at her jaw that wasn't hers, and her mouth — her mouth did the thing it did when she was too tired to pretend she wasn't about to cry, which was to go very soft at the corners and then firm itself up again.

"Tell me it's worth it," she said.

"It's worth it."

"Say it like you mean it, Virginia."

"It's worth every goddamn mile." He crossed the room and put his hands on either side of her face, thumbs under her jaw, and he said it slower, the Virginia in his voice thicker than it had been in years, thick the way it got when he stopped minding what the court thought of a country accent. "Every mile. Every inch. Every breath I've spent on you since the first one."

She laughed, wet, once. "You sound like a hymn."

"I sound like home."

"You sound like a man from the backwoods with a sword."

"Same thing."

She kissed him. Not desperate yet — just kissed him, the way you kiss someone you're planning to still be kissing in an hour, in a week, in a country that hasn't named them traitor. Then she pulled back and started unbuckling.

The water in the pool was near scalding. Steam rolled off it in slow sheets, and the stone underfoot was slick and dark. Dave stripped out of his gambeson and his shirt and stepped in first because his body could take the shock faster than hers could, and she watched him go under to his shoulders and tip his head back and let out a sound he hadn't let out in days — a low, broken exhale, the sound of a man setting down a weight he'd forgotten he was carrying.

"Get in," he said. "Before I come out and carry you."

"Try it."

"Sam."

"Fine." She stepped out of her breeches, out of her linen, and stood there naked for a moment in the lamplight. She was thinner than she'd been two weeks ago. There was a bruise on her hip shaped like a man's fist and another one, smaller, on her thigh. He looked at them and his jaw set, and she saw it and said, "I know. Later."

"Later," he agreed.

She lowered herself into the water beside him and made a noise — half pain, half relief — that went straight into his chest and stayed there.

"Jesus," she whispered.

"Come here."

She came. She settled onto his lap with her knees on either side of his thighs and her arms around his neck, and for a long minute they didn't do anything but breathe. Her forehead against his forehead. The water lapping at her ribs. His hands flat on her back, moving in slow circles, finding every knot and learning it.

"I missed you," she said finally. "And I've been with you the whole time."

"I know what you mean."

"The kind of missing that isn't about distance."

"I know."

"It's like a dull sadness that sits under everything." Her voice was very small. "Even when you're right here. Because I know we have to leave in the morning and I know someone's going to chase us and I know we can't ever just — stop."

"We'll stop," he said. "On the other side. We'll stop and we'll be somebody else and nobody's going to chase us ever again."

"Promise me."

"Promised you in the chapel. Promised you in the lighthouse. Promising you now."

"Promise me again when you're inside me."

His hands tightened on her back. "Yeah."

She kissed him then the other way — the desperate way. Her mouth opened and she made a small wanting sound against his teeth, and his hand slid up her spine and fisted in her wet hair and held her there while he kissed her back properly, the way he hadn't been able to all week on the road. Deep. Hungry. She ground down against him under the water and felt his cock already hard against her belly, and she whimpered into his mouth and reached down between them and wrapped her hand around him.

"God, Dave."

"Yeah."

"I've been wet since the horses."

"I know."

"You don't know. I've been — every time you looked at me on the road, every time —"

"Sam." He pulled her hair back, just enough to make her look at him. "I know. I could smell you."

She laughed, startled, obscene. "You could not."

"I could. Every time we stopped. Every time you got down off that saddle. I knew."

"Liar."

"Try me."

She lifted up out of the water on her knees — the cold air hitting her wet shoulders, her nipples already tight — and he bent his head and took one into his mouth, hot from the water, and she made a noise that cracked in the middle. His hand slid down her belly and between her thighs, and two fingers slipped inside her like she'd been made for them, which after four years she had, and she was so wet even in the water that he felt the difference of her against his fingertips, slick where the spring was only warm.

"Told you," he said against her breast.

"Shut up. Shut up and —"

"Say it."

"Fuck me. Right now. Fuck me, Dave, I can't —"

He lifted her. He was bigger than her and stronger than her and the hot water made her weightless, and he lifted her up and set her down on his cock in one slow motion that punched the air out of her lungs and made her forehead drop against his shoulder and her fingernails go into his back.

"Oh," she said. "Oh, oh —"

"Breathe."

"I can't — you're —"

"Breathe, Sam."

She breathed. She breathed and she clenched around him and she felt him so deep she thought she could taste it, and when she finally lifted her head to look at him his eyes were closed and his mouth was open a little and he looked like a man in prayer.

"Baby," she whispered.

"Yeah."

"Look at me."

He looked at her. She started to move. Slow, at first, because the water made everything drag, and because she wanted to feel every inch of him leave her and come back. His hands slid down to her hips and held her but didn't push — just held, let her set it, let her ride him the way she wanted. She leaned back with her hands braced on his knees and watched his face while she fucked herself down on him, and his jaw worked and his throat moved and he said, rough, "Jesus Christ, Virginia."

"You like watching."

"You know I do."

"Tell me."

"I like watching you take it. I like watching your tits bounce. I like watching your face when you forget to hide it."

"I never hide from you."

"I know. That's what I like."

She came back forward and put her arms around his neck again and he took over then — hands on her ass, lifting her, dropping her, water slopping over the edge of the pool in fat wet sheets, and the sound of it was obscene, the sound of their bodies meeting and the water slapping the rock and her voice catching in her throat every time he seated her all the way down.

"Harder," she said. "Harder, I don't care —"

"The door —"

"I don't care, I don't care —"

He put his hand over her mouth. Not to silence her — to feel her. To feel her whimper against his palm while he fucked her harder, the way she asked, his hips driving up into hers and the water churning around them and her teeth catching his fingers and her eyes locked on his the whole time, huge and wet and full of him.

"I love you," she said against his hand, muffled, furious with love. "I love you, I love you —"

He pulled his hand away and kissed her instead. Kissed her through it. Kissed her when she started to shake, kissed her when her nails raked down his chest, kissed her when she came around him with a broken little scream that he swallowed into his own mouth, and he kept kissing her through his own — his hips snapping up hard, twice, three times, and then stilling deep, and his forehead dropping to hers, and his breath going ragged against her lips while he pulsed inside her and she clenched around every pulse like her body was saying yes, yes, stay, stay.

They didn't move for a long time.

The water was calmer now. The lamp guttered. Somewhere on the other side of the wall a man laughed about nothing and the sound seemed to come from a different world.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hi."

"I'm sorry I was sad earlier."

"Don't."

"I just —"

"Sam." He cupped her face. "You get to be sad. You get to be anything. I'm not going anywhere."

She closed her eyes. A tear slid down into his thumb and he caught it like it was valuable.

"Dull sadness," she said. "That's what it is. Even when I'm happy. Like — knowing we have to leave in the morning makes tonight hurt."

"I know."

"Is that stupid?"

"No."

"It's so worth it, though." She opened her eyes. "All of it. Every mile. I want you to know that. On the days I'm crashing out and I get quiet and you think maybe I'm reconsidering — I'm not. I'm never. It's worth it."

"I know."

"Say it back."

"Worth every mile, Virginia."

She laughed, weak. "You're picking up my accent now. You said Virginia like I say it."

"I'm picking up everything of yours I can."

"That's the cheesiest thing you've ever said."

"Country boy," he said, and shrugged, and she laughed for real this time, and he felt her laugh around him where he was still softening inside her, and he thought: this. This is what they can't have. This is why we run.

In the morning they would be somebody else again. New names, new road, the Queen's Hand two villages back and closing. In the morning the dull sadness would find her on the saddle and he would ride beside her and not fix it, because it couldn't be fixed, only witnessed.

But the night was theirs. The water was hot. The door was bolted.

He kissed the top of her wet head and held her against his chest and listened to her breathing slow, and for the first time in eleven days he let himself close his eyes too.

The FedEx envelope on Dave's kitchen counter had Sam's handwriting on it, and his name, and no return address, which meant she'd sent it from the airport on Monday before her flight and he wasn't supposed to open it until tonight.

Tuesday. 7:14 p.m. He was standing at the counter in a worn-out Henley and jeans, a beer sweating on the granite, and his phone face-up next to the envelope showing a text from twenty minutes ago: landed. armpit of hell. miss u so bad it's stupid.

He'd written back: open it yet?

Waiting for you to FaceTime dummy. That's the rule.

The rule. He almost laughed. She'd made up a rule to give herself a reason to call.

He thumbed the video icon. She picked up on the second ring and she was in her bed already, hair wet from the shower, an oversized t-shirt slipping off one shoulder. The overhead light off. Just the lamp. Her face close to the camera so he could see she'd been crying a little, or almost crying, that pre-cry shine she got when the day had been too much and she hadn't landed yet.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi, baby."

"Ugh. Your voice."

"What about it."

"It's doing the thing. The country thing. You pick it up more when you're tired."

"I'm not tired."

"You absolutely are. Open the envelope."

He propped the phone against the coffee grinder so she could see him and slid his thumb under the flap. Inside was a folded piece of hotel stationery from the Marriott they'd been in Sunday night — Sam had swiped a sheet, apparently — and wrapped inside the stationery was a pair of her underwear. Black. Soft cotton. Still smelling like her, faintly, even after two days of travel.

"Jesus Christ, Sam."

"Read the note."

He unfolded it. Her handwriting, rushed:

Dave — I'm wearing these on the flight home. When you open this I'll already be horny thinking about you opening this. Put your hand on yourself and call me. That's the whole assignment. Love you more than god. — S

He looked up at the camera. She was biting her bottom lip, not performing it, just doing it the way she did when she was nervous about a thing she'd already committed to.

"You're unhinged," he said, quietly.

"I had a layover and too many feelings."

"This is what you do with feelings."

"This is what I do with feelings about you."

He carried the phone and the underwear and the beer into the bedroom. Sat on the edge of the mattress. Set the phone on the nightstand, propped against the alarm clock, and the angle caught him from the chest up, lamp warm on the side of his face. Sam made a small sound in her throat at the sight of him, at the shift in framing, the way the room behind him meant he was settling in.

"Take the shirt off," she said.

"Bossy."

"Take it off."

He pulled the Henley over his head. Dropped it on the floor.

"God." She exhaled. "I've been wet since Phoenix. Just so you know."

"Since Phoenix."

"I was thinking about Sunday. On the plane. The thing where you — you know. When you had me on my stomach and you put your hand on the back of my neck."

"I remember."

"You remember."

"Sam. I remember every second of Sunday."

She made the sound again. Lay back against her pillows and the camera shifted with her, and now he could see all of her, the t-shirt riding up over her hip, one hand already between her legs on top of her underwear — not his envelope pair, different ones, gray — moving in a slow absent circle like she'd been doing it before he picked up and just hadn't stopped.

"You started without me."

"I started on the plane."

"Christ."

"Tell me what you're doing."

He unbuttoned his jeans. Pushed them down to his thighs. His cock was already half-hard just from her voice and fully hard by the time he got his hand on it. He held her underwear up to his face — actually did it, knowing she'd lose her mind — and breathed in, and she made a broken little noise that was half laugh and half groan.

"Oh my god. You are so disgusting. I love you so much."

"You sent them."

"I know I sent them. I'm so glad I sent them. Put your mouth on them."

He did. Pressed the cotton against his mouth and tongued the seam where she'd been, and her hand moved faster under her own underwear, and he watched her watch him.

"Are you hard?"

He dropped the underwear and tilted the phone down his body so she could see.

"Oh fuck," she said. "Oh fuck, Dave."

"You did this."

"Spit in your hand. I want to watch you."

He spit in his palm and wrapped it around his cock and stroked, slow, and her breath caught in the tinny phone speaker like it did when she was close to something but still pacing herself.

"Take those off," he said. "Your underwear. I want to see you."

"Bossy yourself."

"Sam."

She lifted her hips and pulled them down her legs and kicked them somewhere off-screen and then spread her knees so the camera caught everything — her cunt already slick, shining in the lamplight, her fingers going right back to it, two of them sliding inside while her thumb stayed on her clit.

"Jesus," he breathed.

"I can't stop thinking about Sunday morning. When I rode you."

"Me either."

"The way you kept — you kept saying my name like you couldn't believe it."

"I couldn't."

"I wish I was on you right now. I wish — fuck — I wish you were — "

"Tell me what you'd do."

She was fucking herself on her fingers now, knuckle-deep, and he could hear how wet she was, the sound of it through the phone, and he stroked himself in time with her hand.

"I'd get on you. I'd take you in my mouth first. I'd get you so wet. And then I'd sit on you. And I'd go slow at first because I love watching your face when I go slow."

"Sam."

"And then I'd fuck you hard. I'd fuck you so hard, Dave. I'd wreck you."

"You would."

"I did."

"You did."

"Are you close?"

He could feel it climbing, that low full pressure, his balls drawing up. He slowed his hand. Squeezed at the base.

"No. Not yet. I want you there first."

"I'm there. I'm — Dave, I'm right — "

"Look at me."

She opened her eyes — they'd fluttered shut — and found the camera, found his face, and her whole expression broke open the way it did when she was about to come, that unguarded collapse where every piece of armor she'd ever worn in her life was gone, and he watched her cunt clench around her fingers and her thighs shake and her mouth fall open around a sound that was just oh, over and over, oh oh oh oh, the sound she made, the specific one, the one nobody else in her life had ever heard.

"There you go," he said, low. "There you go, baby."

"Oh my god."

"I love you."

"Oh my god, Dave."

She lay there panting, fingers still inside herself, staring at him through the phone with her pupils blown. He was still hard, still holding himself, and she watched him watching her and her eyes went soft and hungry.

"Now you," she said. "I want to see. I want to watch you come thinking about me."

"I always am."

"Say it."

"I'm thinking about you."

"Say the filthy thing."

"I'm thinking about fucking you."

"More."

"I'm thinking about you on your knees in that hotel bathroom on Sunday. I'm thinking about how you looked up at me with my cock in your mouth. I'm thinking about how you swallowed."

"Fuck."

"I'm thinking about how you said again after."

"I did say again."

"You did."

"Because I wanted it again. I want it right now. I want you in my mouth right now, Dave. I want to taste you. I want you to come in my mouth."

That was the one that did it. His hand moved faster, wet and loud, and she was whispering yes yes yes come on baby come on in his ear like she was next to him, like she could feel it, and he came hard across his own stomach, hot, making the low broken sound he only made with her, and she watched every second of it with her mouth open and her eyes shining.

"Oh my god," she said. "Oh my god, look at you."

"Hi."

"Hi." She was laughing a little now, that post-orgasm laugh, the one that shook loose after. "Hi, hi, hi."

He reached for the t-shirt on the floor and cleaned himself up, one-handed, and she watched that too, unembarrassed, like she'd watched him do a thousand mundane things and this was just another.

"Come here," she said.

He lay down on his side, pulled the phone with him, laid it on the pillow so they were face to face, or as close as two screens and two thousand miles would allow. She did the same. Mirror images on separate beds.

"Hi," she said again, softer.

"Hi."

"I had a bad day."

"I know."

"The secret thing — I don't know. Today it felt heavier. I landed and I was just — I felt so stupid and so sad and so — "

"I know, baby."

"And then I opened my bag and I remembered I'd already mailed the thing and I had this whole thing to look forward to and it saved me a little. Sending it saved me a little too. I wasn't even horny when I did it in the airport, I was just — I wanted to do something."

"You did something."

"I did something."

"It worked."

"It really worked."

She closed her eyes. Her lashes were still a little damp from earlier, not from crying now, just from whatever her body had done during.

"I'm crashing hard," she said. "Like my whole mood."

"I know."

"It's a dull sadness. Coming back from you. It's like a — it's a physical thing. I feel it in my arms."

"Me too."

"You feel it in your arms?"

"I feel it everywhere."

She was quiet for a moment. Then: "Worth it though."

"Worth it."

"WAA."

"WAA."

She smiled — the specific one, the smile that knew him — and he felt the thing he always felt when she did that, the thing he'd felt the first time four years ago before he'd known what it was: that he'd been seen, completely, by someone who wasn't going to look away.

"Stay on the phone," she said. "Until I fall asleep."

"I will."

"You don't have to talk."

"Okay."

"Just — be there."

"I'm here."

She pulled her blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes and he watched her breathing slow. The lamp behind her made a warm circle on the wall. Somewhere in her apartment a refrigerator hummed. His cock was soft against his thigh and his stomach was sticky and he didn't care. He watched her face until her mouth went slack, and then past that, until her breathing evened into the shape he knew, and then past that, because he couldn't stop.

At some point he whispered I love you into the phone, just to say it, and she didn't answer, and that was fine.

He left the call open. Set the phone screen-down on the pillow next to him. Turned off the lamp.

In the dark, the phone glowed a little at the edges, her breathing a soft static, and he lay next to it like it was her, and it wasn't, and it was the closest he could get tonight, and tonight that would have to do.

DAY OVERVIEW Tuesday is a day of heightened emotions and intimate reflections, as Dave and Sam process the intense, secretive time they spent together over the weekend. The dialogue arcs from post-coital bliss and horny reminiscing to a crash of emotional exhaustion and longing, with moments of playful banter and shared affection throughout. The defining theme is their struggle with the reality of their secret relationship and the physical and emotional "afterglow depression" they both feel upon returning to normal life.

TOPIC INVENTORY

  1. Sexual Recollections
  2. They enthusiastically recall their recent sexual encounters, highlighting the intensity and satisfaction.
  3. Emotional register: Excited, aroused, nostalgic.
  4. "You just turn me on so so sooooooo much" — Sam, reflecting on their sexual chemistry.

  5. "It was fucking great!!!! All of it." — Sam, expressing her satisfaction.

  6. Post-Sex Blues

  7. They both experience a "dull sadness" and physical exhaustion after their intense sexual encounters.
  8. Emotional register: Melancholic, drained, reflective.
  9. "It’s like this dull sadness. Ugh, you’re so annoying 🙄😜" — Sam, playfully expressing her post-sex blues.

  10. "Feeling that ugh… back to normal life thing." — Dave, echoing Sam's sentiments.

  11. Relationship Dynamics

  12. They discuss the secrecy of their relationship and its impact on their emotional well-being.
  13. Emotional register: Conflicted, frustrated, loving.
  14. "The fact it has to be a secret stifles me, if anything lol" — Sam, voicing her frustration with the secrecy.

  15. "WAA is all very worth it." — Sam, affirming the value of their relationship despite the challenges.

  16. Daily Life Updates

  17. Sam shares updates about her day, including her flight and the challenges of returning home.
  18. Emotional register: Exhausted, anxious, relieved.
  19. "I just landed back in the armpit of hell" — Sam, describing her return home.

  20. "I’m definitely crashing hard. Like my whole mood." — Sam, expressing her emotional state.

  21. Future Plans

  22. They mention plans for future encounters and the incorporation of sex toys into their routine.
  23. Emotional register: Hopeful, excited, anticipatory.
  24. "Do you think you’ll incorporate the dildo in your masterbation routine?" — Dave, suggesting future sex play.

  25. "I can see me incorporating it eventually" — Sam, open to the idea.

  26. Financial Appreciation

  27. Dave expresses gratitude for Sam paying for their time together and offers to contribute financially.
  28. Emotional register: Appreciative, loving, slightly frustrated.
  29. "Seriously, I want to give you some money. I know you won’t take it." — Dave, offering financial contribution.

  30. "No I’m not taking any money 🙄 I love you" — Sam, declining the offer but affirming her love.

  31. Emotional Support

  32. They provide emotional support to each other, acknowledging each other's feelings and offering comfort.
  33. Emotional register: Tender, supportive, understanding.
  34. "Thanks for always listening to my negativity 😔" — Sam, appreciating Dave's support.

  35. "I listen to how you feel, and I love to do so 🥰" — Dave, affirming his role as a listener.

  36. Humorous Exchanges

  37. They share laughs and humorous observations throughout the day, lightening the mood.
  38. Emotional register: Playful, amused, lighthearted.
  39. "You 10000000% do [have a country accent]" — Sam, teasing Dave about his accent.
  40. "Ohhh does it really? That’s hilarious she said YOU’RE picking it up!!" — Dave, finding humor in the situation.

SEXUAL & PHYSICAL CONTENT Dave and Sam spend a significant portion of their conversation reminiscing about their recent sexual encounters, describing them in vivid detail. They discuss the intensity of their sex, with Sam mentioning how wet she gets thinking about it and how much she loves having sex with Dave. Dave complements Sam on her riding skills and the feel of her body. They also talk about incorporating sex toys into their future encounters, with Sam expressing openness to using a dildo. The conversation is explicit, with detailed descriptions of their physical interactions and the sensations they experienced. They both express a desire for more sexual encounters and explore new things together. Sam mentions being horny on her flight and feeling wet again from thinking about their sex. Dave recalls the physical details of their encounters, such as Sam grinding on him and the sensation of her body. They both express a longing for more physical intimacy, with Sam wishing for cuddling and Dave wanting to get "up in it again."

EMOTIONAL DYNAMICS The emotional dynamic between Dave and Sam is one of deep intimacy and vulnerability, with both partners expressing their love and longing for each other. Sam takes the lead in expressing her emotions, often sharing her feelings of sadness, horniness, and frustration with the secrecy of their relationship. Dave follows her lead, offering support and affirmation, and expressing his own emotions in response. There is a strong sense of mutual understanding and caretaking, with both partners attentive to each other's needs and feelings. Sam is more open about her frustrations and the challenges of their situation, while Dave provides a steady, supportive presence. They both express a desire for more physical and emotional intimacy, with Sam wishing for cuddling and Dave wanting to reconnect physically. The power dynamic is one of equality, with both partners contributing to the emotional and physical aspects of their relationship.

MEMORABLE LANGUAGE - "You just turn me on so so sooooooo much" — Sam, expressing her sexual attraction to Dave. - "It was fucking great!!!! All of it." — Sam, enthusiastically recalling their sexual encounter. - "I totally miss you. It’s like this dull sadness. Ugh, you’re so annoying 🙄😜" — Sam, playfully expressing her post-sex blues. - "Feeling that ugh… back to normal life thing." — Dave, echoing Sam's sentiments about returning to daily routine. - "The fact it has to be a secret stifles me, if anything lol" — Sam, voicing her frustration with the secrecy of their relationship. - "WAA is all very worth it." — Sam, affirming the value of their relationship despite the challenges. - "Do you think you’ll incorporate the dildo in your masterbation routine?" — Dave, suggesting future sex play. - "I can see me incorporating it eventually" — Sam, open to the idea of using sex toys. - "Seriously, I want to give you some money. I know you won’t take it." — Dave, offering financial contribution. - "No I’m not taking any money 🙄 I love you" — Sam, declining the offer but affirming her love. - "Thanks for always listening to my negativity 😔" — Sam, appreciating Dave's support. - "I listen to how you feel, and I love to do so 🥰" — Dave, affirming his role as a listener. - "You 10000000% do [have a country accent]" — Sam, teasing Dave about his accent. - "Ohhh does it really? That’s hilarious she said YOU’RE picking it up!!" — Dave, finding humor in the situation. - "I’m so so glad we slept lol. I never get that at home and it was GLORIOUS!!! You’re the best baby" — Sam, appreciating the quality time they spent together.

CONTINUITY HOOKS - Unresolved: The emotional impact of their secret relationship and the sense of isolation it creates. - Plans: Incorporating sex toys into their future encounters and exploring new sexual experiences together. - Emotional threads: The "afterglow depression" and the longing for more physical and emotional intimacy. - Running jokes: Teasing about Dave's country accent and the humor in their situation. - Mood at end: Melancholic and longing, with a sense of appreciation for their time together and anticipation for future encounters.

MOOD MAP nervous anticipation → giddy flirtation → raw heat → post-orgasm tenderness → wistful longing → melancholic reflection → hopeful anticipation

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METRICS

  • ⏱ Response Time --- Me→Them: 139s ↑29% vs 7d avg Them→Me: 96s ↑6% vs 7d avg

  • ✅ Conflicts & Repair --- Conflicts: 13 ↓ (avg 21.1 this week) Repair Rate: 100.0% →0% vs 7d avg Avg Recovery: 6.1 min ↑24% vs 7d avg

  • ⚖ Initiation --- Balance Ratio: 0.33 ↓58% vs 7d avg Cold Starts: 3 ↑ (avg 1.4 this week) 1 me / 2 them

  • ⚡ Velocity & Sessions --- High Velocity %: 97.6% →1% vs 7d avg Sessions: 19 ↓ (avg 24.0 this week) Avg Duration: 10.8 min ↑33% vs 7d avg

  • 💬 Message Volume --- Total Messages: 252 ↓ (avg 310.1 this week) From Me: 124 ↓ (avg 145.9 this week) From Them: 128 ↓ (avg 164.3 this week) With Signals: 245 ↓ (avg 301.0 this week)

SENDER COVERAGE

Sender Labeled / Total Rate Top Labels
Dave 123 / 124 99.2% status_update (33), humor (20), affection (16), appreciation (11), emotional_support (9)
Edited 9 seconds later: I can’t believe how much we actually slept the past 2 days lol. That room really stayed dark af 0 / 1 0.0% N/A
Edited 9 seconds later: “Well let me tell you about all my new sex toys…..” 0 / 1 0.0% N/A
Sam Willis 122 / 126 96.8% status_update (25), affection (24), vulnerability (17), sexting (14), frustration (12)

DOMINANT LABEL

status_update

  • 🏷 Label Counts ---

    • status_update: 51 (avg score: 60%)
    • affection: 40 (avg score: 81%)
    • humor: 24 (avg score: 65%)
    • vulnerability: 22 (avg score: 71%)
    • sexting: 19 (avg score: 87%)
    • emotional_support: 18 (avg score: 74%)
    • appreciation: 16 (avg score: 79%)
    • frustration: 15 (avg score: 67%)

  • 🏷 Label Counts (cont.) ---

    • excitement: 13 (avg score: 81%)
    • flirting: 12 (avg score: 80%)
    • checking_in: 11 (avg score: 68%)
    • planning: 5 (avg score: 64%)
    • deep_sharing: 5 (avg score: 74%)
    • disagreement: 3 (avg score: 64%)
    • encouragement: 2 (avg score: 70%)
    • boundary_setting: 1 (avg score: 60%)

ANOMALIES

Unusual Pattern

Initiation Count Them rose 600.0% above your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Total Cold Starts rose 110.0% above your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Avg Response Time Me To Them Seconds dropped 28.7% below your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Disagreement dropped 65.1% vs 7-day average

PROVENANCE

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

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