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2026-04-15

Perfect Repair Day

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[2026-04-15 06:01:00] Dave: Mooooore toyyyys 😁😜
[2026-04-15 06:30:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Good morning sunshine Of course it's not as good as it was yesterday or the day before when I got to wake up actually beside you, but I'm still Flying in pretty high from that gosh it was so so amazing being with you And just all the things So we are back to the daily grind, I guess Going to work at 6:30 Not snuggling up next to you until Nine or 10 in the morning or whatever I hope you slept well I did I think Yeah Crashed right up I don't think I woke up once so I did I was thirsty. It was woke up die of thirst from all the alcohol the last couple days. Trains come through here and block traffic at 6:30 on the morning I hope you have a great day and I can't wait to hear your voice Some more even though I've heard it for the last two days up close and personal it's still my favorite voice ever and I love you more than ever I hope you're doing OK with everything and not feeling too. I'm not at the moment. Like I said, I'm feeling pretty good just from riding the high of it all So that's that's nice but it'll probably come and go throughout the day School bus just ran that red light hard-core Give a fuck So I guess more sex toys coming today though I can't wait to see how those work and I'll I'll let you know for sure. Sorry baby doll. I love you and I hope you have a great morning. Bye.
[2026-04-15 07:27:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-15 07:45:00] Sam Willis: Am I in my luteal phase? 😩
[2026-04-15 07:45:00] Sam Willis: I think it’s too early
[2026-04-15 07:45:00] Dave: That tracks 😜
[2026-04-15 08:37:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Good morning I'm glad you're doing well. I'm riding a high still. I am a not. No, I'm fine. We're gonna have an arsenal of sex toys though. I'm very excited about that or I am at least gonna have an arsenal sex toys. You've already have an arsenal kinda so yeah. I'm very excited about that Of course I don't like shit so we're really back at it Anyway, yeah, I'm just I'm in a mood. I'm in a mood about a lot of things. So yeah, but I love you and I had such a great time and I'm sad that we don't have like a new countdown. There's just a lot going on obviously I need to. I don't know when we'll see each other again but we will figure it out. I'm sure. One thing at a time I guess Anyway How's work? I have like one on ones all day and this. Security summit call but a day and a half long about like the toss team so anyway I probably won't listen to all of it, but it's it's a lot so anyway What else? I don't know I don't know. I'm in mind. I'm in my head in my feelings. I don't even know if I'm in my head or my feelings I'm just blah so But I will get off here before I be even more complaining than I already am I don't wanna bring you down But it was so great to see you I slept so well next to you. It was great I needed that so so much so thank you. I need all of that so good.
[2026-04-15 08:39:00] Dave: Awwwe, I’m sorry your mood is shit 😭
[2026-04-15 08:39:00] Dave: And that you slept poorly
[2026-04-15 08:40:00] Dave: Ugh, and you SOUND so sad 😭
[2026-04-15 08:44:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf
[2026-04-15 08:44:00] Dave: Ramblings lol
[2026-04-15 08:44:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Two quick things you know when you are I don't know if Texas says I didn't pay attention but you know what it's like rush-hour and you're merging onto a highway or an interstate and in order to control the traffic flow there's basically the red green lights At the lake on the on-ramp on ramp Those fucking motherfucking forever and it's like bitch. This is a merging lane onto the interstate. I'm not gonna sit here and wait for this red fucking light. I'm just gonna go. It's been a solid five long seconds anyway those nuts the other thing that you know that parents house it's for sale. They just cut the price $30,000 so it's now 720 and that was like offer 650 see if they'll take it I just laughed and then he said I'll take your silence as a yes, like he said that he said that, but anyway Did I tell you that like I don't even have that crazy filters in my Zillow search like the most limiting thing is that there's a fence cause I have to have offense for the dogs there are exactly 3 homes and all that in that meet my criteria Three
[2026-04-15 08:46:00] Dave: We ain’t got lights on merging lanes 🤔
[2026-04-15 08:46:00] Sam Willis: Jealous. Bc they’re dumb as hell. I’m not waiting for that shit lol
[2026-04-15 08:46:00] Sam Willis: Yea total crash and just coming back to a reality that I don’t want anymore
[2026-04-15 08:46:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-15 08:46:00] Sam Willis: Jealous. Bc they’re dumb as hell. I’m not waiting for that shit lol
[2026-04-15 08:46:00] Dave: Offer over HALF A MILLION DOLLARS lol
[2026-04-15 08:46:00] Dave: Yeah nbd
[2026-04-15 08:47:00] Sam Willis: Isn’t that just the going rate of homes now?!?! lol
[2026-04-15 08:48:00] Dave: Yeah. It seems like so much… when I was a kid the houses in the super exclusive neighborhood were like 300k lmao
[2026-04-15 08:50:00] Dave: Even when I bought my house in NE it was like, 130. Oh and there was another house right up the street that was nicer and they wanted 180. We probably coulda got it for 160 but where still like: omg that’s just sooo much 🫢
[2026-04-15 08:50:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I guess the good thing about today is that I don't have to have a one-on-one with dumbass even because of that security summit thing so I just do on Friday now so that's fucking cool I should find out today if Christian's gonna do the go ahead and should I put time to sign the lease for that place so he has to tell them today There was something else I was gonna say I saw that sad Yeah, also I think it's hormones. I think I'm I think I'm past the peak of Maya what's the happy face follicular And now I'm starting a downward trend. I haven't hit rock bottom yet though that'll probably be in like a week so look out world. Anyway, yeah, we've talked about this before it's like yeah the houses that were 300,000 were like fucking mansions but now like what the fuck can you get for 300,000 a box? Like I don't know What the fuck would I do but it is tempting just to be close to home and like you know, you know I have this like desire for somebody to take care of me right now which like ooh just even saying it like makes me mad at myself, but like I just want mom and dad to take care of me for a bit And being close to them comes really, really nice even if it's just to take my dogs for a while so I can sleep
[2026-04-15 08:51:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Right I'm looking at your message about your house in Omaha. What was my house in St. Louis? I wanna say I bought it for. I probably bought it about the same one 6180 and when and that was also like so much to me. And then I sold it for like 220 and I was like I am fucking rich like this is amazing and I just sold a house for like $220,000 And now I'm like this house better fucking sell for 500,000 easily better sell for more you know like this is how fucked up and it's only been like eight years This is what they're what they want us to be numb to these significant significant price increases. I just like oh what's 500,000 Why you don't want a meme is just insane. This is how they focus over.
[2026-04-15 08:55:00] Dave: Ovulation is the peak of the happy phase usually right?
[2026-04-15 08:57:00] Sam Willis: Yea I think you’re right
[2026-04-15 08:57:00] Dave: On the house thing: Rachel Medlin and others around here are looking at house for about 1,000,000…. One MILLION DOLLARS 🤯
[2026-04-15 08:57:00] Sam Willis: Yea I think you’re right
[2026-04-15 08:58:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Isn't that some fucking bullshit like and also well maybe it's because like their spouses also make money so like you know dual income that's probably part of it but then it's also like how fucked are we getting and what we're getting paid if these bitches can $4 million house what the fuck
[2026-04-15 09:11:00] Sam Willis: I think I’m getting or already have a double chin
[2026-04-15 09:11:00] Sam Willis: I might as well just end it all
[2026-04-15 09:11:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-15 09:13:00] Dave: 1. You don’t have a double chin 🙄 2. But yeah if you ever do get one… definitely kys 👍
[2026-04-15 09:20:00] Sam Willis: Listening in to this TOS security summit and Samir doesn’t sound super strong. Honestly Stephen is presenting better than he is. Samir has said multiple things that are just like inaccurate lol 🙄
[2026-04-15 09:22:00] Dave: Funny you say that. Now that I think about it, whenever I’ve dealt with Samir, which hasn’t been a lot, he has seemed to be a little wishy-washy… in such a way that it made we wonder if that’s just how he is - leaning on his people more to know the tech stuff. At the time, he had like a million people reporting to him so it made sense.
[2026-04-15 09:23:00] Sam Willis: Yea that’s my sense too. Totally agree.
[2026-04-15 09:23:00] Sam Willis: Which makes sense but it’s not super strong
[2026-04-15 09:24:00] Sam Willis: I don’t think he’s a very technical person to begin with. Which I can relate to ☺️
[2026-04-15 09:26:00] Dave: Plus, it takes time to adjust. Even at that level. Jeff, Samir, et. al. aaaare just people too
[2026-04-15 09:26:00] Sam Willis: Yea yea that too
[2026-04-15 09:27:00] Dave: Ahem
[2026-04-15 09:27:00] Sam Willis: Man. What happened to my empathy?!?
[2026-04-15 09:27:00] Sam Willis: It gone
[2026-04-15 09:27:00] Dave: Ahem
[2026-04-15 09:27:00] Dave: 😜
[2026-04-15 09:28:00] Dave: Don’t worry. It’s only on hiatus, I’m sure
[2026-04-15 09:28:00] Sam Willis: I’m outwardly nice. I’m inwardly the most judgy bitch ever 😂
[2026-04-15 09:28:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-04-15 09:29:00] Dave: Idk… maybe moderately judgy
[2026-04-15 09:29:00] Sam Willis: And then the more you know me, you realize how petty I secretly am. Hehe
[2026-04-15 09:30:00] Dave: 🙄
[2026-04-15 09:30:00] Dave: You aren’t petty either 🙄🙄🙄
[2026-04-15 09:31:00] Dave: Unless you meant pRetty
[2026-04-15 09:31:00] Dave: Because that, you definitely are
[2026-04-15 09:32:00] Dave: Which is a good thing Since you’re such a judgy bitch
[2026-04-15 09:34:00] Sam Willis: Lmao
[2026-04-15 09:34:00] Sam Willis: ❤️❤️
[2026-04-15 09:41:00] Sam Willis: Brian is such a little corporate…blahhhh
[2026-04-15 09:42:00] Sam Willis: Every day: “have you talked to Samir yet??” “No. Why would I? I’m sure he’s drinking from the fire hose” “I dunno. Stephen has also seemed so distant lately” “Probably bc he’s getting ready to move to SCS”
[2026-04-15 09:42:00] Sam Willis: 🙄
[2026-04-15 09:45:00] Dave: He’s a twat
[2026-04-15 09:51:00] Sam Willis: Samir also 💯 cuts people off
[2026-04-15 09:51:00] Sam Willis: I’ve noticed it multiple times 😬
[2026-04-15 09:53:00] Dave: Ugh
[2026-04-15 09:53:00] Dave: Not a fan of that
[2026-04-15 09:53:00] Dave: I think I’ve noticed it too now that you mention it
[2026-04-15 10:18:00] Dave: Don’t remember last week…. Because I fucked your brains out? 🤪
[2026-04-15 10:18:00] Sam Willis: LITERALLY
[2026-04-15 10:19:00] Sam Willis: Well and the gummies. And the booze. But basically, all because of YOU
[2026-04-15 10:19:00] Dave: 🤭
[2026-04-15 10:19:00] Sam Willis: I feel like I’m in college when I’m with you lol
[2026-04-15 10:21:00] Dave: Damn… wish I went to college now lol
[2026-04-15 10:23:00] Sam Willis: Lmaooo
[2026-04-15 10:41:00] Sam Willis: Priority number 1: rehydrate
[2026-04-15 10:41:00] Sam Willis: Holy, my face is like ashen and literally flaking
[2026-04-15 10:42:00] Dave: I woke up soooo thirsty last night and have been drinking a lot today already
[2026-04-15 10:42:00] Sam Willis: You are such a bad influence
[2026-04-15 10:42:00] Sam Willis: You’ve corrupted my innocent mind and body
[2026-04-15 10:43:00] Sam Willis: 🤭
[2026-04-15 10:43:00] Dave: Hmmm… GIPHY isn’t loading for me, but you know the one
[2026-04-15 10:44:00] Sam Willis: Hehehe
[2026-04-15 10:49:00] Sam Willis: Did you have any more gummies yesterday?
[2026-04-15 10:56:00] Dave: Yeah I had 1 when I got home 🤭
[2026-04-15 10:57:00] Dave: No more though
[2026-04-15 10:57:00] Dave: …for now
[2026-04-15 11:00:00] Sam Willis: DAVE!
[2026-04-15 11:01:00] Dave: What!’
[2026-04-15 11:01:00] Sam Willis: lol
[2026-04-15 11:01:00] Dave: You said it was ok!!!
[2026-04-15 11:01:00] Sam Willis: I’m just giving you shit
[2026-04-15 11:02:00] Sam Willis: No wonder you’re in a fine mood lol
[2026-04-15 11:02:00] Dave: I know I know
[2026-04-15 11:08:00] Sam Willis: Hell no lol
[2026-04-15 11:08:00] Sam Willis: Can you tell when I’m high? Like if you were totally sober, can you tell if I’m not?
[2026-04-15 11:11:00] Dave: uncontrollable laughing
[2026-04-15 11:12:00] Dave: Otherwise no, you seem fine from the outside
[2026-04-15 11:14:00] Sam Willis: I’m trying to think if I can tell when you’re drunk or high
[2026-04-15 11:14:00] Sam Willis: I think yes
[2026-04-15 11:14:00] Sam Willis: Drunk, no
[2026-04-15 11:14:00] Sam Willis: Well maybe lol
[2026-04-15 11:14:00] Dave: You would be able to tell when I’m drunk more than when I’m high
[2026-04-15 11:14:00] Dave: 💯
[2026-04-15 11:15:00] Sam Willis: Explain. How?
[2026-04-15 11:15:00] Sam Willis: I’ve told you before that your accent comes out more, plus you get this really boyish look on your face sometimes. I can’t explain it. It’s adorbs
[2026-04-15 11:15:00] Sam Willis: Explain. How?
[2026-04-15 11:16:00] Dave: I just don’t show it when I’m high. Unless like, you’re also high and we’re clowning. But just like, if I showed up for lunch one day stoned, you would likely not be able to tell.
[2026-04-15 11:17:00] Sam Willis: Hmmmm
[2026-04-15 11:19:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: You also do this thing where I mean, we both kinda do but like you're literally be in the middle of talking You might do that when you're sober too, though I don't know
[2026-04-15 11:24:00] Dave: Oh yeah, I do that when I’m high. But I think it depends on if I get distracted
[2026-04-15 11:27:00] Sam Willis: How dare you ever be distracted when talking to me 😜
[2026-04-15 11:28:00] Dave: What if it’s because of how hot you are?
[2026-04-15 11:28:00] Sam Willis: 🙄
[2026-04-15 11:28:00] Dave: Which I’m certain it was
[2026-04-15 11:28:00] Sam Willis: Lmao
[2026-04-15 11:29:00] Sam Willis: Good save baby. Good save
[2026-04-15 11:31:00] Sam Willis: Ahem
[2026-04-15 11:31:00] Sam Willis: WHY are you OOO??
[2026-04-15 11:33:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf
[2026-04-15 12:01:00] Sam Willis: Turd
[2026-04-15 12:01:00] Sam Willis: Hope you find a good one though!
[2026-04-15 12:10:00] Sam Willis: I haven’t told you yet today how much I llooooovveeee your cock 🤤🫠🥵
[2026-04-15 12:20:00] Dave: At work… horny… Checks out
[2026-04-15 12:20:00] Dave: And also 🥵
[2026-04-15 12:20:00] Sam Willis: We could have it to where you’re fucking me with the dildo, your cock is in my mouth, anddddd I have the vibrator on my clit 😍😍😍😍
[2026-04-15 12:21:00] Dave: Don’t forget about the butt plug 😏
[2026-04-15 12:22:00] Dave: And this was 100% on the agenda fyi
[2026-04-15 12:24:00] Sam Willis: We ran out of time on the agenda!!! 😜
[2026-04-15 12:24:00] Dave: And fucking you with the dildo while you sucked my dick was fucking amaaaazing
[2026-04-15 12:24:00] Sam Willis: We ran out of time on the agenda!!! 😜
[2026-04-15 12:25:00] Sam Willis: Ummmm you’re telling me!!! 🥵🥵 god, you’re so amazing
[2026-04-15 12:25:00] Sam Willis: Ummmm you’re telling me!!! 🥵🥵 god, you’re so amazing
[2026-04-15 12:27:00] Dave: Oh please lol.. you’re the amazing one 🥵🥵
[2026-04-15 12:27:00] Dave: Fuuuck I’m so hard 🤦‍♂️
[2026-04-15 12:30:00] Sam Willis: Mmmmm and your pre cum is sooooo sexy and tastes so so good
[2026-04-15 12:31:00] Sam Willis: I bet your cum tastes fucking amazing!!! 🤤🤤🤤
[2026-04-15 12:34:00] Dave: Hollleeeee 🥵🥵
[2026-04-15 12:34:00] Dave: I’m trying to drive here lol 😅
[2026-04-15 12:35:00] Sam Willis: But it’s TRUE!
[2026-04-15 12:35:00] Dave: And your pussy tastes and feels amazing too!
[2026-04-15 12:35:00] Dave: And looks amazing
[2026-04-15 12:35:00] Dave: All the things about it
[2026-04-15 12:35:00] Dave: 🔥
[2026-04-15 12:40:00] Sam Willis: ☺️☺️
[2026-04-15 12:40:00] Sam Willis: I’m glad you think so
[2026-04-15 12:52:00] Dave: It’s a fact
[2026-04-15 13:21:00] Sam Willis: I cannot understand Indians 😬
[2026-04-15 13:21:00] Sam Willis: That’s racist I know
[2026-04-15 13:22:00] Sam Willis: But I JUST CAN’T
[2026-04-15 13:27:00] Dave: It isn’t racist lol. It’s someone from a different primary language trying to speak your native language.
[2026-04-15 13:27:00] Sam Willis: Sigh
[2026-04-15 13:27:00] Sam Willis: I caught like every 5 words 😭
[2026-04-15 13:28:00] Sam Willis: And it also didn’t help that I’m like deaf anyway
[2026-04-15 13:28:00] Dave: It IS really tough sometimes
[2026-04-15 13:28:00] Sam Willis: So I’m leaning all the way into the speaker lmao
[2026-04-15 13:28:00] Dave: Even with Tarak, I’d make him repeat a work like 5 times sometimes lol
[2026-04-15 14:07:00] Sam Willis: EEEEEEE!!!!!
[2026-04-15 14:07:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-15 14:08:00] Dave: Actually laughed out loud 👍
[2026-04-15 15:32:00] Sam Willis: Christian’s signing the lease tomorrow 😳
[2026-04-15 15:33:00] Sam Willis: Also just looked and it’s kind of perfect bc he’s moving out the weekend of 5/8, and I go to effingham on the 10th
[2026-04-15 15:38:00] Dave: That’s awesome!
[2026-04-15 15:41:00] Dave: How’s your day going?
[2026-04-15 15:42:00] Dave: We’re going to Cheesecake Factory tonight for Emerson’s birthday. Can’t remember if I told you that
[2026-04-15 15:44:00] Sam Willis: You did not
[2026-04-15 15:44:00] Sam Willis: You did not
[2026-04-15 15:44:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-15 15:46:00] Sam Willis: Hope you have fun! What time are you guys going?
[2026-04-15 15:46:00] Dave: 6:45 I think
[2026-04-15 15:47:00] Dave: Last time I went it honestly wasn’t very good
[2026-04-15 15:47:00] Dave: I mean the cheesecake was great obv
[2026-04-15 15:47:00] Sam Willis: I was gonna say!! How dare you talk shit about the cheesecakes lol
[2026-04-15 15:48:00] Sam Willis: You know what they have though that’s really good??
[2026-04-15 15:48:00] Dave: What?
[2026-04-15 15:48:00] Sam Willis: Lemon drop martinis…..🤭
[2026-04-15 15:48:00] Dave: Do you want me to get some?
[2026-04-15 15:50:00] Sam Willis: Do you want to get some?
[2026-04-15 15:50:00] Dave: Don’t answer my questions with a question!
[2026-04-15 15:52:00] Dave: I was trrrrrying to set you up to talk shit about it being our drink. But you didn’t fall for it 🙄
[2026-04-15 15:52:00] Dave: 😘
[2026-04-15 15:52:00] Sam Willis: And I was testing you
[2026-04-15 15:53:00] Sam Willis: Hehe kidding…kind of
[2026-04-15 15:53:00] Sam Willis: I was also on a 1x1 with gabby so I was distracted
[2026-04-15 15:53:00] Dave: Yeah I figured 😜
[2026-04-15 15:53:00] Sam Willis: But also. Hmph on having family time. But also, I need to get over it 🙄
[2026-04-15 15:54:00] Sam Willis: My day is okay. Finally done with meetings
[2026-04-15 15:54:00] Sam Willis: Didn’t eat lunch. Starving.
[2026-04-15 15:54:00] Dave: Ugh
[2026-04-15 15:54:00] Dave: You and your meetings
[2026-04-15 15:55:00] Sam Willis: Why are you ❤️ing this 😒
[2026-04-15 15:55:00] Sam Willis: Why are you ❤️ing this 😒
[2026-04-15 15:56:00] Dave: Because it means you care…
[2026-04-15 15:56:00] Dave: Which I heart. That you care
[2026-04-15 15:56:00] Dave: Because it means you care…
[2026-04-15 15:56:00] Dave: Which I heart. That you care
[2026-04-15 16:01:00] Sam Willis: Of course I care
[2026-04-15 16:01:00] Sam Willis: But I’m glad you care that I care
[2026-04-15 16:01:00] Sam Willis: I care that you care that I care
[2026-04-15 16:02:00] Sam Willis: ☺️
[2026-04-15 16:09:00] Sam Willis: So are you like…over me, now that we’ve had naked rendezvous?
[2026-04-15 16:09:00] Dave: wtf?
[2026-04-15 16:09:00] Dave: No!
[2026-04-15 16:09:00] Sam Willis: Like, had your fill and are good to go for like 6 months?
[2026-04-15 16:10:00] Sam Willis: I’m feeling slightly crazy. Maybe it’s the hunger?
[2026-04-15 16:10:00] Dave: Yeeaaaaah… the hunger 😅
[2026-04-15 16:10:00] Sam Willis: I’m feeling slightly crazy. Maybe it’s the hunger?
[2026-04-15 16:10:00] Dave: I haven’t had nearly enough!
[2026-04-15 16:10:00] Dave: Yeeaaaaah… the hunger 😅
[2026-04-15 16:15:00] Dave: No. I’m just as much in love with you as I was pre-naked rendezvous. If not more so now that the sex is confirmed to be EXXXTRA good 🥵
[2026-04-15 16:15:00] Dave: Being so comfortable after we got past the nerves of secret weekend was amazing 🫠
[2026-04-15 16:15:00] Dave: No. I’m just as much in love with you as I was pre-naked rendezvous. If not more so now that the sex is confirmed to be EXXXTRA good 🥵
[2026-04-15 16:15:00] Dave: Being so comfortable after we got past the nerves of secret weekend was amazing 🫠
[2026-04-15 16:29:00] Sam Willis: I think sex will get evennnnn hotter 🥵🥵
[2026-04-15 16:29:00] Dave: How is that even possible?!?!
[2026-04-15 16:29:00] Dave: 🥵
[2026-04-15 16:30:00] Sam Willis: I dunno but I want you to do sooooo many things to me 🥵
[2026-04-15 16:30:00] Sam Willis: Mmmm god, you were fucking me sooooooo good and HARD that time off the bed. Holy shittt
[2026-04-15 16:31:00] Dave: Oh yeah… you liked that eh?
[2026-04-15 16:31:00] Dave: Oh yeah… you liked that eh?
[2026-04-15 16:32:00] Dave: Ok! Let’s start up another list!
[2026-04-15 16:32:00] Dave: Ok! Let’s start up another list!
[2026-04-15 16:37:00] Sam Willis: I like it all the ways with you 😅
[2026-04-15 16:37:00] Sam Willis: I like it all the ways with you 😅
[2026-04-15 16:38:00] Sam Willis: Imma need to scroll some Reddit!! 🤭
[2026-04-15 16:38:00] Sam Willis: Imma need to scroll some Reddit!! 🤭
[2026-04-15 16:38:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-15 16:43:00] Sam Willis: What’s on your list!
[2026-04-15 16:43:00] Sam Willis: What’s on your list!
[2026-04-15 16:54:00] Dave: Just off the top of my head 😈
[2026-04-15 16:54:00] Dave: Just off the top of my head 😈
[2026-04-15 16:55:00] Sam Willis: 🫠
[2026-04-15 16:55:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-15 16:56:00] Dave: Sound good so far?
[2026-04-15 16:56:00] Sam Willis: Sounds fabulous
[2026-04-15 16:57:00] Sam Willis: 🥵🤤
[2026-04-15 16:58:00] Sam Willis: 69…still want that
[2026-04-15 16:59:00] Dave: I still need to get you off with my mouth
[2026-04-15 16:59:00] Sam Willis: I need to get you off with my mouth, too!
[2026-04-15 17:00:00] Dave: Oh! That reminds me…
[2026-04-15 17:01:00] Dave: One of the (many) top hottest moments: when I pulled my finger out of you and licked it and then YOU did too 🥵🥵🥵
[2026-04-15 17:02:00] Sam Willis: Mmmm that was so so hott
[2026-04-15 17:02:00] Sam Willis: Yassssss
[2026-04-15 17:03:00] Sam Willis: Yea…I think we are pretty great together ☺️
[2026-04-15 17:05:00] Dave: Uhhh, yeah. Amazing, in fact
[2026-04-15 17:19:00] Sam Willis: Oh! Did you get a new chair?
[2026-04-15 17:19:00] Dave: Yeah!
[2026-04-15 17:20:00] Sam Willis: You tell me nothing!
[2026-04-15 17:20:00] Sam Willis: 😜
[2026-04-15 17:20:00] Dave: You’re right. I’m a pos
[2026-04-15 17:21:00] Sam Willis: That looks comfy!
[2026-04-15 17:22:00] Dave: I was going to get an aeron but this one actual felt better
[2026-04-15 17:22:00] Dave: And was $200 cheaper
[2026-04-15 17:22:00] Dave: Oh, AND brand new (the aeron was used) so it had a 10 year warranty
[2026-04-15 17:23:00] Sam Willis: Damnnnnn
[2026-04-15 17:24:00] Dave: Yeah that seem like an insane warranty for a chair
[2026-04-15 17:28:00] Sam Willis: I thought this place was specifically for refurbished chairs though? Or something
[2026-04-15 17:29:00] Sam Willis: No shit. That’s like well beyond an office chairs useful life lol
[2026-04-15 17:29:00] Dave: No they have both apparently
[2026-04-15 17:29:00] Dave: It’s a huge ass warehouse with a gigantic showroom
[2026-04-15 17:29:00] Sam Willis: No shit. That’s like well beyond an office chairs useful life lol
[2026-04-15 17:30:00] Dave: Must be a big player in the office furniture game here
[2026-04-15 17:30:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-15 17:31:00] Sam Willis: Did you go to micro center yesterday
[2026-04-15 17:31:00] Dave: Nahh
[2026-04-15 17:32:00] Dave: That was too much of a whim lol
[2026-04-15 17:32:00] Sam Willis: Lmao
[2026-04-15 17:32:00] Dave: I’m glad I didn’t though and remembered I’d been wanting a new chair instead
[2026-04-15 17:53:00] Sam Willis: You know what really makes my day?
[2026-04-15 17:55:00] Sam Willis: When I car or someone walking or riding a bike etc and they are just JAMMING to their music with 0 shame or care in the world 🙌🙌
[2026-04-15 18:07:00] Dave: It annoys me when someone pulls up in traffic with their windows down and music so loud I can’t hear mine.
[2026-04-15 18:10:00] Sam Willis: Ya old man 🤣
[2026-04-15 18:14:00] Sam Willis: Omg, literally you!!!
[2026-04-15 18:14:00] Sam Willis: Especially the other night when the guy was slow to get you your water
[2026-04-15 18:14:00] Dave: Whoa whoa whoa…
[2026-04-15 18:15:00] Dave: THAT was an emergency ma’am
[2026-04-15 18:15:00] Dave: And omg those chicken strips and fries were soo good
[2026-04-15 18:15:00] Dave: And ofc the funnel fries 🤤
[2026-04-15 18:17:00] Sam Willis: Wait
[2026-04-15 18:18:00] Sam Willis: We ate chicken strips and fries???
[2026-04-15 18:18:00] Sam Willis: Like, regular fries??
[2026-04-15 18:18:00] Sam Willis: Did I eat?? I literally only remember funnel fries lol
[2026-04-15 19:01:00] Dave: Woooooooow
[2026-04-15 19:01:00] Dave: You fucking ate MOST of the fries lmao
[2026-04-15 19:01:00] Sam Willis: You shut your mouth!!!
[2026-04-15 19:01:00] Sam Willis: I did not
[2026-04-15 19:02:00] Sam Willis: I don’t even really like fries!!
[2026-04-15 19:02:00] Sam Willis: Unless they are really crispy
[2026-04-15 19:02:00] Sam Willis: Were they crispy?
[2026-04-15 19:02:00] Sam Willis: And skinny
[2026-04-15 19:02:00] Dave: Yeah
[2026-04-15 19:02:00] Dave: I guess lol
[2026-04-15 19:02:00] Sam Willis: Hmmm
[2026-04-15 19:03:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-04-15 19:03:00] Dave: K, going to eat
[2026-04-15 19:03:00] Sam Willis: I literally have no memory of eating chicken tenders and fries. Maybbeeee chicken. But definitely not fries
[2026-04-15 19:03:00] Sam Willis: Have fun!
[2026-04-15 19:28:00] Dave: It was delicious
[2026-04-15 19:29:00] Dave: Actually everything I ate was delicious
[2026-04-15 19:29:00] Dave: EVERYTHING 😏
[2026-04-15 19:35:00] Sam Willis: You fucking goof lol
[2026-04-15 19:35:00] Sam Willis: You fucking goof lol
[2026-04-15 21:46:00] Sam Willis: Tomorrow AM, I gotta tell you about this true crime episode I’m watching lol
[2026-04-15 21:47:00] Dave: Whatcha up to?
[2026-04-15 21:47:00] Dave: Besides watching true crime lol
[2026-04-15 21:47:00] Sam Willis: Btw - it makes me really sad and honestly stressed, when I see that bad people on these shows have dogs lol
[2026-04-15 21:48:00] Dave: Awwwe
[2026-04-15 21:48:00] Sam Willis: Not much. Had dinner, took the dogs for a walk, now watching this episode then going to go to bed
[2026-04-15 21:48:00] Dave: You’re such a softie
[2026-04-15 21:48:00] Sam Willis: How are you? How was dinner?
[2026-04-15 21:48:00] Dave: It was ok
[2026-04-15 21:48:00] Sam Willis: Take a gummy? lol
[2026-04-15 21:49:00] Sam Willis: Did you get cheesecake?!?
[2026-04-15 21:49:00] Dave: Service was part mid, and it cost $250 after tip 😅
[2026-04-15 21:49:00] Sam Willis: Eeeep. Sounds about right
[2026-04-15 21:49:00] Sam Willis: Cheesecake Factory is so unnecessarily expensive lol
[2026-04-15 21:50:00] Dave: No, because now I’m self conscious about taking any!! But I totally should have lol
[2026-04-15 21:50:00] Dave: No, because now I’m self conscious about taking any!! But I totally should have lol
[2026-04-15 21:50:00] Sam Willis: What do you mean self conscious? Since when?!? And why
[2026-04-15 21:51:00] Sam Willis: You’ve had gummies and been around the family dozens of times (I’m assuming)
[2026-04-15 21:53:00] Sam Willis: That someone sounds like an amazing person ❤️
[2026-04-15 21:54:00] Dave: Even though I gave that someone crazy D for a whole naked rendezvous…
[2026-04-15 21:54:00] Dave: Whoever this someone is
[2026-04-15 21:55:00] Sam Willis: I bet that someone loooooveeedddd that D
[2026-04-15 21:55:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-15 21:55:00] Dave: I know she did 🥰
[2026-04-15 21:55:00] Dave: And I loved that P
[2026-04-15 21:56:00] Dave: I love you baby
[2026-04-15 21:56:00] Sam Willis: I love you too ❤️
[2026-04-15 21:57:00] Dave: Durrr.. I got a peach one with raspberry drizzle
[2026-04-15 21:57:00] Dave: Durrr.. I got a peach one with raspberry drizzle
[2026-04-15 21:57:00] Sam Willis: Hmmmm
[2026-04-15 21:58:00] Sam Willis: Would not have been my 1st, or even 20th choice
[2026-04-15 21:58:00] Sam Willis: But you do you boo
[2026-04-15 21:58:00] Sam Willis: Was it good?
[2026-04-15 21:58:00] Dave: I only had one but lol
[2026-04-15 21:58:00] Dave: But yeah, it’s delish
[2026-04-15 21:59:00] Dave: I had a couple bites of Emerson’s “Celebration” cheescake
[2026-04-15 21:59:00] Sam Willis: Now THAT’S a yummy one
[2026-04-15 21:59:00] Dave: Which ifs their birthday cake flavor
[2026-04-15 21:59:00] Dave: It’s one of my favorites for sure
[2026-04-15 21:59:00] Sam Willis: I want chocolate
[2026-04-15 22:00:00] Sam Willis: I’m gonna go see if we have any ice cream lol
[2026-04-15 22:00:00] Dave: You go do that
[2026-04-15 22:00:00] Dave: I’m going to bed lol
[2026-04-15 22:00:00] Sam Willis: I was going to say-it’s late there!
[2026-04-15 22:00:00] Dave: And wishing I was curling up next to you
[2026-04-15 22:00:00] Dave: Instead of Bear’s hair ass
[2026-04-15 22:01:00] Sam Willis: I would love to cuddle with you both!!
[2026-04-15 22:01:00] Sam Willis: Sweet dreams baby
[2026-04-15 22:02:00] Dave: NN sweetpea, I love you, and already miss you so much 🥰
[2026-04-15 22:02:00] Sam Willis: I love you very much
[2026-04-15 22:02:00] Sam Willis: I miss you too 😭
[2026-04-15 22:03:00] Dave: Hehehe

The package was on the counter when Sam got home from work, and she did not open it.

That was the rule. Dave had set it that morning, casual, between a work complaint and a joke about Brian — don't open the box until I tell you to — and she had said yes sir to her phone in the parking garage and felt the whole afternoon rearrange itself around the brown cardboard waiting for her in Arizona while he sat through a birthday dinner in Virginia eating cheesecake he didn't want.

She made dinner she didn't taste. She showered. She put on nothing because he hadn't said to put on anything, and the not-knowing was already a hand at the back of her neck. At 9:47 her phone lit up.

Bedroom. Box with you. Camera on. Don't open it.

She carried the box like it was breakable. Set it on the comforter. Propped the phone against the lamp the way she always did now, the angle they'd worked out over months — wide enough to show her whole body, close enough that he could see her face when he wanted to.

His face came up on the screen. Bald, unhurried, that quiet that wasn't distance. He was in bed, shirtless, one arm behind his head. He looked at her for a long moment without saying anything, and she felt her stomach drop the way it always did when he made her wait at the start.

"Hi, baby."

"Hi."

"How was your day."

"Don't," she said, and almost laughed. "Don't make me small-talk while I'm sitting here naked next to a box you won't let me open."

"That's exactly what I'm going to do." His voice didn't change. "How was your day."

She breathed out through her nose. "Long. Samir cut me off twice. I wanted to throw my laptop."

"Mm."

"I'm in my head. I have been all day."

"I know you have."

"Are you going to let me out of it."

"That's what we're doing right now, sweetheart."

She watched his hand move, off-camera, and then come back. He held up nothing. He was just letting her see him think.

"Open the box."

Her hands shook a little, which was stupid. She knew what was in it — she'd ordered it, she'd talked about it in graphic detail this morning while she was supposed to be prepping for a one-on-one. The dildo. The vibrator. The plug. All three of them, the whole filthy little fantasy she'd typed out one-handed in a parking lot. You're fucking me with the dildo, your cock is in my mouth, and I have the vibrator on my clit. She had sent that and then gone into a security summit call and nodded at people about access controls.

She cut the tape. Lifted the flaps. Laid each thing out on the bed like she was setting a table.

"Show me."

She held them up, one at a time, to the camera. The dildo was heavier than she expected, silicone, the color of nothing skin had ever been. The vibrator was small and matte black and looked unassuming in a way that she knew from experience meant nothing good. The plug was the smallest of the three and somehow the one that made her face go hot.

"Good girl," he said, and her thighs pressed together without her telling them to. "Lube?"

"Drawer."

"Get it. Bring it back."

She did. She came back to the bed and his face on the screen had not moved, and she sat cross-legged in front of the camera with all of it spread out around her like an offering.

"Here's what's going to happen," he said. "You're going to do everything I tell you to do, in the order I tell you, and you're not going to come until I say. If you come before I say, we stop, you put it all back in the box, and we try again tomorrow. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Yes what."

"Yes sir."

"Good." His mouth softened — almost a smile, almost — and then went serious again. "Lube the plug first. A lot. More than you think. I'm not there to fix it if you're stingy."

She poured it cold into her palm and warmed it and worked it onto the silicone until it was slick and obscene-looking in her hand. He watched. He didn't rush her. That was part of it — the way he could just sit and watch her do something filthy and not look hungry, just patient, like he had all night, like she was his to time.

"On your back. Knees up. Show me."

She lay back. Tilted the phone down with one hand so he could see. Spread her knees and felt the air on her cunt and on her ass and felt humiliated and adored in the same beat.

"God," he said quietly. "Look at you."

"Tell me."

"You're already wet. You've been wet since you got home, haven't you."

"Since lunch."

"Mm. Slow. I want to watch."

She worked the plug against herself, slow, the tip of it cool and slippery. Her body resisted and then, because he was watching, because his voice was in the room, gave. She heard herself make a sound she didn't make for anyone else. The widest part stretched her and then was past, and her hips jerked once, involuntary, and settled.

"There she is. Breathe."

She breathed.

"How does it feel."

"Full. It's — it's a lot."

"You can take it. You've taken more than that from me." His voice dropped a fraction, and she felt it in her sternum. "Vibrator. Lowest setting. On your clit. Don't move it around, just hold it there."

She fumbled for it. Found the button. The buzz was almost nothing at first and then her clit registered it and her whole pelvis registered it, and she made a noise that was half complaint.

"Eyes open. Look at me."

She looked at the screen. He was closer to his camera now. She could see the line of his shoulder, the set of his jaw, the way he was watching her with the kind of attention that had ruined her for everyone else four years ago and ruined her again tonight.

"Dildo. In your mouth first. Get it wet."

She did. She held his eyes through the screen and slid the silicone past her lips and felt how thick it was and thought, without wanting to, of his cock, of the way he tasted, of how long it had been since she had had him in her mouth for real and not in memory. She heard a small sound come out of her around it.

"Good girl. That's exactly right. Now down."

She brought it down between her legs. Her hand was shaking. The vibrator was still humming against her clit, low, maddening. She lined the dildo up and looked at the screen one more time.

"Slow," he said. "All the way. I want to see your face when it bottoms out."

She pushed. Her cunt was so wet it took the whole length without resistance, and the plug in her ass made everything inside her feel narrower, more occupied, like there was nowhere left in her that wasn't being held. Her mouth fell open. Her eyes did not leave the screen.

"There you go. There. Oh, baby. Look at you."

"Dave —"

"I know."

"It's so much."

"I know it is. Stay there. Don't move it. Just feel it."

She stayed. Her thighs were trembling. The vibrator was a small relentless point of light at the center of her, and the dildo was a deep weight, and the plug was a pressure she couldn't forget, and his voice was the thing holding all three in place.

"Now turn it up. The vibrator. One click."

She did, and her hips bucked, and she gasped, "fuck —"

"No coming."

"I know, I know —"

"Say it back to me."

"I'm not going to come until you say."

"That's right. Now fuck yourself with it. Slow. Long strokes. I want to see it come almost all the way out and then go all the way back in. Every time."

She moved. Her hand was not steady. The dildo came out wet and went back in wetter and she could hear the sounds her body was making, the slick obscene sounds, and she could hear her own breath getting ragged, and she could hear him on the other end of the phone breathing in time with her without seeming to notice he was doing it.

"Faster."

She went faster.

"Vibrator up."

She turned the dial and the buzz climbed and her stomach went tight and she said, "I can't, Dave, I can't —"

"You can. Look at me. Look at my face. You can. You're being so good for me. You are being so fucking good."

Her eyes were wet. She hadn't noticed when. The pressure inside her was a thing that had passed pleasure a while ago and become something more like a question her body did not know how to hold open much longer.

"Please —"

"Not yet."

"Please, please, please —"

"Tell me you love it."

"I love it, I love it, I love your cock, I love —" she lost the sentence, found it. "I love how full I am, oh god —"

"Whose are you."

"Yours."

"Say my name."

"Yours, Dave, yours —"

He let her hang there for one more second, her whole body strung wire-tight, the plug and the dildo and the vibrator and his eyes on her, and then he said, quiet, exact:

"Come."

She did. It hit her like a wave hitting a wall — there was nowhere for it to go and it went anyway, every part of her clenching at once, her cunt around the silicone, her ass around the plug, her throat around a sound she did not know she was making. She felt herself gush around her own hand, felt it run hot down to where the plug sat, felt her face crumple the way it only ever crumpled for him. She heard him through the phone, low and steady: that's it, that's it, baby, give it to me, all of it, good girl, that's my good girl.

She came down in pieces. The vibrator was still going and she could not unclench her hand to turn it off, and he said, "Off, sweetheart, turn it off," and she did, and her body sagged into the bed and she started crying the small overfull crying that wasn't sad, that was just everything leaving at once.

"Take the dildo out. Slow."

She did. Her hand was shaking so hard she almost dropped it.

"Leave the plug. I want you to feel it for a while."

"Okay."

"Come here. Bring the phone."

She rolled onto her side and brought the phone close to her face. He was there, exactly where he'd been, watching her like she was the only thing in the world.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi."

"You okay."

"Yeah."

"Tell me."

"I'm — I'm so okay. I needed that. I didn't know how much."

"I knew."

"I know you did." She smiled, watery. "Show-off."

"Mm."

She wiped her face with the back of her wrist. The plug shifted when she moved and she made a small sound and he saw it on her face and almost smiled.

"Drink some water."

"In a minute."

"Now, Sam."

She reached for the glass on the nightstand. Drank. The water tasted like nothing and like everything — cold, clean, the way water tasted after he had wrung her out.

"Better?"

"Yeah."

"I love you," he said. "More than ever. I want you to hear that right now, while you're like this."

"I hear you."

"Sleep with the phone on. I want to watch you fall asleep."

She nodded, already half-gone, the heaviness coming up over her like a tide. She pulled the blanket up. The plug was still in her, warm now, his last small instruction holding her in place. She turned her face toward the screen and closed her eyes and felt him there, nine hundred miles and no distance at all, watching her until she went under.

The rig was ninety seconds from taking the whole platform down when Sam climbed through the hatch with grease on her cheekbone and a wrench hooked through her belt.

"Tell me you isolated the secondary," she said.

"I isolated the secondary."

"Tell me you're lying."

"I'm lying."

Dave didn't look up from the console. The alarm had stopped being an alarm and started being a kind of weather — a red pulse in the walls, the rhythm of the emergency lights going around, going around, going around. Rig Seven, Gulf of Thailand, two hundred klicks from any piece of land that cared about them, and the separator on C-deck had developed an opinion about releasing every cubic meter of pressurized gas it had ever been asked to contain.

"How long?" she said.

"If we shut the manifold from here, four minutes. If we shut it from the wellhead, sixty seconds but one of us is standing next to it when it goes."

"Cheesecake Factory," Sam said, which was their shorthand for well, this is a stupid way to die, earned on a Tuesday six months back in a Galveston hotel room with a lemon drop martini sweating onto the nightstand and a helicopter booked for dawn. She dropped into the seat beside him. Her thigh bumped his. He felt it through his coveralls like a struck bell.

"Manifold," he said.

"Manifold," she agreed.

They shut it down together, her hands on the valves, his on the override, and the rig groaned like a thing in labor and then, one stubborn degree at a time, the pressure began to fall. The red light kept going around. Somebody far away on the radio was asking for confirmation and Dave reached over and turned the volume down without looking.

"Virginia," she said.

"Yeah."

"We almost just blew up."

"Yeah."

She was shaking. Not hard. Just that fine tremor that came after — the one he only knew because he'd spent four years watching her and could read the difference between her ordinary stillness and the stillness she used to hold herself together.

"Come here," he said.

"I'm here."

"Come here."

She came. Straddled his lap in the pilot's chair, her knees cracking against the armrests, her hands going first to his face and then into the back collar of his coveralls like she needed to confirm by touch that he was still the shape he'd always been. The console blinked green at them. Outside the porthole the Gulf was black and the rain was coming in sideways and some drilling supervisor two thousand miles away in a Houston office was probably already rehearsing how he'd explain to a board of directors that two of his people had kept an explosion inside a pipe with their bare hands.

"I was on the ladder," she said into his mouth. "I heard the valve go. I thought — "

"I know."

"I thought — "

"I know, baby."

"Don't let me go yet."

"I'm not letting you go."

He kissed her. Not gently. There wasn't gentleness left in him — adrenaline had scoured it out, left only this hammering need to put his hands on her and confirm by every available sense that she was still a living thing in a living body. Her mouth was salt and coffee and the copper edge of fear. Her tongue found his and she made a sound against his teeth that was half laugh, half sob, and he tasted it going down.

"Lock it," she said.

He reached behind her without looking and threw the bolt on the control room door. The rig was evacuated to lifeboat stations; the skeleton crew was on C-deck counting their fingers. Nobody was coming up here. Nobody.

"Stand up," he said.

She stood. He stood with her, turned her, put his hand flat between her shoulder blades and bent her over the console. Her hips hit the edge. The console chirped a complaint and she laughed — a wrecked, shaky laugh — and said shut up to the machine, and Dave got the zipper of her coveralls down in one long pull from throat to crotch.

She wasn't wearing anything under it. She never did on the rig; the coveralls chafed. He knew this the way he knew a hundred private things about her that nobody else on earth would ever know.

"Jesus," he said.

"Don't talk to Jesus. Talk to me."

"You're so fucking wet."

"I almost died, Virginia. What did you expect."

He got his own coveralls open, shoved them down to his thighs, and there was no preamble because there was no time to build up to something they'd both already been building toward for every minute of the last four minutes and every minute of the last four years. He took his cock in his hand, ran the head of it through her — she was soaked, she was dripping down the inside of her thigh, he could feel it against his knuckles — and she pushed back against him and made a noise like she'd been holding her breath her entire life.

He pushed in.

All the way. One slow hard shove because the shaking in her hands was the shaking in his hands and neither of them had the patience for shallow. She bit down on her own wrist. Her other hand splayed flat against the glass of the monitor. He watched her fingers leave a steam-print and then fog it over with her breathing.

"Don't stop," she said. "Don't stop, don't stop — "

"I'm not stopping."

"Fuck me, Dave, fuck me, don't you dare — "

He fucked her. There was no other word that covered it. The console banged against its mount and her thighs hit the edge on every stroke and he had one hand on her hip and the other braced flat between her shoulder blades pinning her down because she needed to be pinned, she needed somebody to hold her to the earth right now, and he was the only body in the world authorized to do it. The red light kept going around. Her coveralls were bunched at her elbows. The wrench on her belt clanked against the metal housing every time he slammed into her and he would remember that sound, he knew even in the middle of it he would remember that sound for the rest of his life, the percussive tink of a wrench against steel marking time on the best and worst moment of a month.

"Quieter," he said, because the rig wasn't as empty as the rig pretended, because voices carried down ductwork, because some part of his brain was still a responsible adult even now. He put his hand over her mouth. She moaned into his palm and he felt the vibration run up his arm and into his chest and his cock twitched inside her and she felt that too, and laughed against his hand, and bit the meat of his thumb.

"Quieter, Sam."

She nodded under his hand. Her eyes in the reflection of the black monitor were wet and huge and utterly his.

He kept fucking her. Slower now, deeper, grinding into her on every stroke so she could feel the whole length of him every time, and she whimpered into his palm and her knees started to go. He took his hand off her mouth just long enough to reach around and find her clit with two fingers — wet, slick, already swollen — and she arched back against him so hard her skull hit his collarbone.

"There," she gasped. "There, right there, don't you fucking move your hand — "

"Not moving."

"God, Dave — "

"I've got you."

"I know you do."

"Come for me, sweetheart. Come on. Come on this cock."

His accent was out. Full Virginia, the slow one he only used when he was too deep in something to police himself, and she broke the second she heard it. He felt her go — the whole of her, every muscle locking and then releasing in waves, her cunt clamping down on him in a rhythm so hard and so specific he could have set a metronome to it. She bit his palm again. She swore into his skin. She shook against the console while he worked her through it, fingers still moving in tight little circles, cock buried to the hilt and pulsing, and when the last wave rolled through her she went boneless and laughed — that broken, wrecked laugh again, the one that meant I'm alive, I'm alive, we're alive.

"Your turn," she said.

"I'm — "

"My turn. Pull out."

He pulled out. She dropped to her knees on the diamond-plate floor without any concern for the fact that diamond plate was going to leave her kneecaps looking like a topographical map, and she took him into her mouth still wet from her and looked up at him with those eyes and he was gone.

"Sam — "

She hummed. She knew. She took him deeper, one hand wrapped tight around the base of his cock and the other flat against his thigh, and he came with his hand braced on the console behind her and the red light going around and around and the rig groaning its way back to nominal around them. She swallowed. She kept swallowing. When he was done she pulled off him slow and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her wrist and grinned up at him like a woman who had just remembered what being alive was for.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi."

"We're going to get fired."

"We saved the rig."

"We're going to get fired and then rehired with a bonus."

"Probably."

He pulled her up. Zipped her back into her coveralls with hands that were still shaking, because his hands were allowed to shake now, everything was allowed now. She let him. She watched his face while he did it, and when he was done she cupped his jaw and kissed him once, soft, mouth-to-mouth, no hurry.

"Virginia."

"Yeah."

"I love your cock."

"I know you do."

"I haven't told you today yet."

"You told me yesterday."

"It's important you hear it daily."

He laughed — a real one, from his chest, the first real laugh in six hours — and she pressed her forehead to his and breathed with him until the shaking in both of them had gone down to nothing.

The radio was still whispering from the speaker. Somebody in Houston wanted a status update. Somebody in Houston was going to have to keep wanting, for another minute at least.

"Dave."

"Mm."

"When we get off this rig."

"Yeah."

"Take me somewhere that doesn't explode."

"That's the plan."

"Somewhere quiet. Somewhere with a porch."

"Virginia has porches."

"I know it does."

Outside, the rain slackened. The red pulse in the walls shifted to amber, and then, a long minute later, to the steady green of a system that had decided, against all reasonable expectation, to keep running.

He held her while it did.

The box from FedEx sat on Sam's kitchen island for forty-three minutes before she opened it, because she was on a call with a vendor in Austin who kept saying "circle back" like it was a verb he'd personally invented, and because she wanted the privacy of knowing Dave was already off work when she finally cut the tape.

Phoenix, 5:17 p.m. The swamp cooler hummed. Outside the sliders, the saguaros threw long shadows across the gravel and the pool turned that chlorine-aqua that only exists in April, before the heat gets mean. She poured a glass of something white and cold, not because she wanted it but because holding it gave her hands a reason.

She FaceTimed him before she pulled the flaps apart.

"You're home," she said.

"I'm home." Dave was on his couch in Virginia, 8:17 his time, no shirt, a towel still around his neck from the shower. Bald head still shower-damp. That steadiness in his face that made her spine soften before she'd even registered she was tensed. "Hi."

"Hi." She set the phone against the fruit bowl so he could see her and the box. "Okay. Witness me."

"I'm witnessing."

She'd been crabby all day. He knew it. He hadn't pushed. He'd sent her a meme at lunch about corporate Brian energy and a photo of a sparrow on his porch railing and that was it. The restraint had worked on her the way restraint always worked on her with him — it unlocked the thing she'd been guarding.

The tape came up with a clean rip. Inside: the vibrator, the dildo, the plug, each in its own soft pouch, each one the specific weight of something she'd chosen while thinking about him.

"Oh my god," she said, quiet.

"Show me."

She held the dildo up to the camera. Silicone, matte, the color of something serious. It was not meant to approximate him — it was its own object, and that was the point. An addition. A co-conspirator.

"Jesus, Sam."

"I told you."

"You told me. I didn't — okay. Yeah. You told me."

She watched his throat work. Watched his hand drift unconsciously to his stomach. She felt it in her cunt the way she always felt it when she made him go a little stupid — a hot tightening, immediate.

"Pack a bag," she said.

He laughed, startled. "What?"

"Pack a bag. Come here. Tomorrow. I'll buy the ticket while you pack."

"Sam —"

"I can't do it on the phone tonight. I want you to be here when I use them the first time. I want your hands on them. I'm not doing this alone, I'm not — Dave, I had the worst day. I was judgy and mean in my head about everyone and I want to be the opposite of that for a weekend. I want to be wrecked, with you."

He was already up off the couch. She could see it in the tilt of the phone, the sudden motion.

"Buy the ticket," he said.

He landed at Sky Harbor at 2:40 the next afternoon, and by 4:15 he was standing in her kitchen with his duffel still on his shoulder and her face in his hands, and the only thing either of them said for a long minute was hi, and then hi again, because that was the word, that was always the word.

She had poured him a lemon drop before he got there — their drink, the joke drink, the one from the Cheesecake Factory in another state two years ago — and it sat sweating on the counter while he kissed her. She tasted like sugar and the long day and herself. He kissed the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the hollow under her ear, because he'd been thinking about that hollow on the plane for four hours.

"I'm still flying high from Sunday," he said, into her neck, and she laughed — because he'd said it in the morning text too, because it was becoming a thing he said, because it was true.

"You're a goof."

"I'm your goof."

"Yeah." She pulled back to look at him. That look. The one where she saw him whole. "You are."

She took his hand and led him down the hall.

The bedroom was cool and dim, the blinds half-shut against the west light coming in in stripes. The box was already there, on the bed, everything lined up on the duvet like a quiet inventory. He saw it and had to breathe out.

"You been planning."

"I've been planning."

"Tell me."

She sat on the edge of the bed. She was in a soft t-shirt and cutoffs, no bra, barefoot, hair in a low twist that was already falling out. She tucked a piece behind her ear and looked up at him from under her lashes and he felt it move through him like weather.

"I want your cock in my mouth," she said, evenly. "I want the dildo in my cunt. I want the vibrator on my clit. I want to know if I can hold all that at once or if I'm going to come apart in about ninety seconds."

"Sam."

"That's what I want."

He went to his knees in front of her. Not a submission — a choice. He put his hands on her thighs and slid them up under the frayed hem of her shorts and looked up into her face.

"Then that's what we're going to do."

He undressed her the way he did everything — unhurried, attentive, remembering. T-shirt over her head, shorts down her legs, her underwear last, peeled off slow while she watched him. She was already wet. He could see it, the shine on the inside of her thigh, the way her cunt was flushed and open just from sitting there talking to him about it.

"Look at you," he said.

"Look at me."

He did. He put his mouth on her before she asked, right there on the edge of the bed, and she fell back on her elbows and made that sound — the shaped exhale, the involuntary one, the one only he'd ever heard. Her hand found the back of his head, fingertips on the smooth skin of his skull, and she held him there without pushing, just holding, like a balance.

He licked her open. He took his time. He dragged his tongue flat up the length of her cunt and circled her clit and went back down and pushed inside her with his tongue and she said fuck, she said fuck Dave, she said oh god, and when he sucked her clit into his mouth she bucked up off the bed and laughed, a breathless startled laugh, the post-something laugh that was particular to her.

"Stop," she gasped. "Stop, stop, I want the — I want everything. I don't want to come yet."

He pulled off her and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His chin was wet. His cock was so hard in his jeans it was painful.

"Get those off," she said, pointing at his pants, and he did, and she reached for the dildo and the lube and the vibrator and laid them out on the bed next to her like tools on a tray.

"Come here," she said. "Up here. I want your cock in my mouth first. I want to taste it. Then we'll do the rest."

He climbed onto the bed. He straddled her chest carefully, not putting weight on her, his knees bracketing her ribs. She looked up at him with that specific intelligence in her eyes — the one that saw him and also saw what she was about to do to him — and she took his cock in her hand and guided it into her mouth, and the wet heat of her was so sudden and absolute that he had to plant a hand on the wall above the headboard and breathe.

She sucked him with her eyes open. Watching his face. His cock slid in slow, deep, until he felt the back of her throat, and she made a small sound and he pulled back because he knew her, he knew when she was playing with the edge and when she meant it, and this was playing.

"You taste so good," she said, off him for a second, wet-mouthed. "I haven't told you today how much I love your cock."

"Sam —"

"Put it back."

He did. She moaned around him. And while she sucked him, her hand was moving — he couldn't see but he could feel the shift of the mattress, could hear the click of the lube cap, and then she was guiding his hand down, down between her legs, wrapping his fingers around the base of the dildo.

"Fuck me with it," she said, letting him slip out of her mouth just long enough to say it. "Slow at first."

He slid down her body so he could see. He pushed the tip of the dildo against her cunt, which was so wet the silicone went slick on contact, and he watched her face while he pushed it in. Inch by inch. Her mouth fell open. Her eyes closed. When it was all the way in her hips lifted off the bed and she made a noise he hadn't heard before, low and surprised.

"Oh," she said. "Oh, that's — oh."

"Okay?"

"So okay. So okay. Keep going. And come back up here, I want — "

He crawled back up, keeping the dildo moving in her with one hand, and she took his cock back into her mouth with a kind of hungry gratitude, and he fucked her with the dildo while she sucked him and he could see everything — the stretch of her, the way her thighs were shaking, the flush climbing up her chest and throat.

"The vibrator," she got out, panting. "Dave. The vibrator."

He grabbed it. Clicked it on. The buzz was shocking in the quiet room. He pressed it to her clit while he kept the dildo moving and she arched so hard the back of her head pressed into the pillow and her mouth came off his cock and she just made sound — not words, not language, a long broken vowel that was the whole of her.

"Yes," she said when words came back, brief. "Yes yes yes don't stop don't —"

She came with her hand gripping his thigh hard enough to bruise. Her cunt clenched on the dildo and he could feel it through the silicone, the pulse of her, and she shook through it for a long time, the vibrator still on her, until she reached down and pushed his hand away because it was too much.

"Off. Off, off, off — "

He clicked it off. He slid the dildo out slow and she whimpered at the empty. Her chest was heaving. Her eyes were wet at the corners — the pre-cry shine, the post-coming shine, the same shine.

"Come here," she said. Hoarse. "Come here, in me, I want you in me now."

He moved down and between her legs and she was so open and so wet that he slid in to the root in one stroke and they both made the same sound at once, a grunting oh, and he stayed there, pressed all the way in, and dropped his forehead to hers.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi." She was laughing and crying. "Hi. Fuck. Hi."

He moved in her slow and then not slow. She wrapped her legs around his back. She dug her heels in. She said his name like it was the only word she could find and he kissed her through it, sloppy, open-mouthed, tasting himself on her tongue.

He came inside her with his face in her neck, shaking, saying I love you, I love you more than ever, the morning-message words, the true words.

They lay there after. His weight on her until she tapped his shoulder and he rolled to the side. The ceiling fan turned. The light through the blinds had gone gold, then rose, then a deep blue. Somewhere in the house a pipe ticked.

"I was going to tell you about the true crime thing," she said, eventually. Her voice was wrecked. "The one with the dogs. But I forgot."

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." She turned her face into his shoulder. "I'm glad you came."

"I'm glad you asked."

"I'm glad you knew to come before I asked."

He kissed the top of her head. Outside, a mourning dove started up, then another, answering. Her hand found his and laced through it, and she was asleep before the light went all the way out of the room, and he stayed awake a while longer just to feel it — her breath against his ribs, the whole improbable fact of her — before he followed her down.

DAY OVERVIEW Today was a Thursday marked by a blend of playfulness, frustration, and intense sexual reminiscing. The mood arc went from Dave's enthusiastic morning message to Sam's morning moodiness, shifted to mutual sexual excitement and flirtation, and ended on a tender note with them both expressing deep affection and longing for each other. The defining moment was their detailed discussion of sexual acts and fantasies, particularly a scenario involving multiple sex toys.

TOPIC INVENTORY

  • Morning Check-in
  • What was said: Dave sent a cheerful morning message, reminiscing about their time together and expressing love. Sam responded with a mood check, mentioning feeling "in a mood about a lot of things" but also excited about upcoming sex toy deliveries.
  • Emotional register: Playful, loving, with an undercurrent of Sam's frustration.

  • Notable quotes: "Good morning sunshine... I'm still Flying in pretty high from that gosh it was so so amazing being with you" — Dave

  • Work and Meetings

  • What was said: Sam mentioned having one-on-ones and a security summit call, expressing frustration with work responsibilities. Dave commiserated and joked about work annoyances.
  • Emotional register: Frustrated, playful.

  • Notable quotes: "I'm just I'm in my head in my feelings. I don't even know if I'm in my head or my feelings I'm just blah" — Sam

  • Hormones and Mood

  • What was said: Sam discussed her hormonal cycle, mentioning she might be past her follicular phase and entering a downward trend. Dave offered empathy and support.
  • Emotional register: Vulnerable, empathetic.

  • Notable quotes: "I think I'm I think I'm past the peak of Maya what's the happy face follicular And now I'm starting a downward trend" — Sam

  • House Prices and Real Estate

  • What was said: They discussed the inflated housing market, comparing prices from years ago to now, with Sam mentioning a parent's house for sale and Dave talking about expensive homes in their area.
  • Emotional register: Frustrated, amused.

  • Notable quotes: "They're what they want us to be numb to these significant significant price increases" — Sam

  • Workplace Dynamics

  • What was said: Sam critiqued colleagues like Brian and Samir, mentioning their corporate behavior and Samir's tendency to cut people off in meetings. Dave agreed and shared his observations.
  • Emotional register: Critical, amused.

  • Notable quotes: "Brian is such a little corporate...blahhhh" — Sam

  • Sex Toys and Fantasies

  • What was said: They enthusiastically discussed upcoming sex toy deliveries and past sexual experiences, detailing specific acts and fantasies.
  • Emotional register: Excited, playful, sensual.

  • Notable quotes: "We could have it to where you’re fucking me with the dildo, your cock is in my mouth, anddddd I have the vibrator on my clit" — Sam

  • Dinner and Social Plans

  • What was said: Dave mentioned going to Cheesecake Factory for a birthday dinner, and they joked about lemon drop martinis being "their drink."
  • Emotional register: Playful, affectionate.

  • Notable quotes: "Lemon drop martinis…..🤭" — Sam

  • True Crime and Dogs

  • What was said: Sam mentioned watching a true crime episode and feeling sad when criminals have dogs. Dave found this endearing and they shared a tender moment.
  • Emotional register: Soft, empathetic.

  • Notable quotes: "It makes me really sad and honestly stressed, when I see that bad people on these shows have dogs" — Sam

  • Chair Shopping

  • What was said: Dave mentioned buying a new chair and Sam teased him about not sharing details. They discussed office furniture and warranties.
  • Emotional register: Teasing, informative.
  • Notable quotes: "You’re right. I’m a pos" — Dave

SEXUAL & PHYSICAL CONTENT Sam initiated a detailed discussion of sexual acts and fantasies, describing a scenario involving a dildo, vibrator, and butt plug. She expressed excitement about trying new things and reminiscing about past encounters. Dave eagerly joined in, recalling specific moments and expressing his desire for more. They both used explicit language, with Sam suggesting "69" and Dave mentioning licking each other's fingers. The conversation was highly charged, with both expressing physical and emotional arousal.

EMOTIONAL DYNAMICS Sam led much of the conversation, expressing her moods and initiating topics. Dave was supportive and playful, often mirroring her emotions and adding his own perspective. There was a strong undercurrent of sexual tension and longing, with both expressing their desire for each other. Sam was vulnerable about her hormonal mood swings, and Dave showed empathy and affection. The dynamic was one of mutual support and intense physical attraction, with both expressing their love and longing to be together.

MEMORABLE LANGUAGE - "Good morning sunshine... I'm still Flying in pretty high from that gosh it was so so amazing being with you" — Dave, expressing his lingering happiness from their time together - "I'm just I'm in my head in my feelings. I don't even know if I'm in my head or my feelings I'm just blah" — Sam, articulating her moodiness - "They're what they want us to be numb to these significant significant price increases" — Sam, commenting on the housing market - "Brian is such a little corporate...blahhhh" — Sam, critiquing a colleague - "We could have it to where you’re fucking me with the dildo, your cock is in my mouth, anddddd I have the vibrator on my clit" — Sam, describing a sexual fantasy - "I still need to get you off with my mouth" — Dave, expressing his desire - "It makes me really sad and honestly stressed, when I see that bad people on these shows have dogs" — Sam, revealing her soft spot - "You’re right. I’m a pos" — Dave, playfully admitting he's being stingy with details - "I love you more than ever" — Dave, expressing his deepening feelings - "I’m outwardly nice. I’m inwardly the most judgy bitch ever" — Sam, self-deprecatingly admitting her judgments - "I haven’t told you yet today how much I llooooovveeee your cock" — Sam, expressing her desire - "You fucking goof lol" — Sam, playfully teasing Dave - "I love you very much" — Sam, tenderly ending the day - "I miss you so much" — Dave, expressing his longing

CONTINUITY HOOKS - They plan to continue their sexual adventures with new toys and fantasies. - Sam mentions a true crime episode she wants to tell Dave about tomorrow. - Dave bought a new chair, which Sam teased him about not sharing details on. - They both expressed a desire to be together and miss each other deeply.

MOOD MAP nervous anticipation → playful teasing → sensual reminiscing → tender affection → wistful longing → playful banter → tender closure

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METRICS

  • ⏱ Response Time --- Me→Them: 176s →4% vs 7d avg Them→Me: 130s ↓32% vs 7d avg

  • ✅ Conflicts & Repair --- Conflicts: 15 ↓ (avg 19.1 this week) Repair Rate: 100.0% →0% vs 7d avg Avg Recovery: 6.3 min ↑19% vs 7d avg

  • ⚖ Initiation --- Balance Ratio: 0.50 ↓28% vs 7d avg Cold Starts: 2 ↑ (avg 1.7 this week) 1 me / 1 them

  • ⚡ Velocity & Sessions --- High Velocity %: 98.6% →0% vs 7d avg Sessions: 30 ↑ (avg 23.3 this week) Avg Duration: 8.9 min ↑9% vs 7d avg

  • 💬 Message Volume --- Total Messages: 358 ↑ (avg 302.9 this week) From Me: 168 ↑ (avg 143.6 this week) From Them: 190 ↑ (avg 159.3 this week) With Signals: 352 ↑ (avg 294.1 this week)

SENDER COVERAGE

Sender Labeled / Total Rate Top Labels
Dave 168 / 168 100.0% status_update (51), humor (40), affection (18), emotional_support (12), frustration (12)
DP with me in your ass and dildo in your pussy 2 / 2 100.0% sexting (2), appreciation (1)
Edited 10 seconds later: Yeah I should’ve ate a couple before work 0 / 1 0.0% N/A
Edited 14 seconds later: Literally in accounting, you’d typically see office chairs depreciated over 7 years 0 / 1 0.0% N/A
Edited 14 seconds later: Oh shoot.. I meant you ate most of the chicken lol 1 / 1 100.0% status_update (1)
Sam Willis 181 / 185 97.8% humor (37), status_update (33), vulnerability (29), affection (21), checking_in (19)

DOMINANT LABEL

status_update (2nd day in a row )

  • 🏷 Label Counts ---

    • status_update: 76 (avg score: 62%)
    • humor: 69 (avg score: 70%)
    • affection: 36 (avg score: 79%)
    • vulnerability: 32 (avg score: 67%)
    • checking_in: 21 (avg score: 64%)
    • sexting: 19 (avg score: 86%)
    • emotional_support: 17 (avg score: 72%)
    • flirting: 15 (avg score: 77%)
    • excitement: 15 (avg score: 71%)
    • frustration: 15 (avg score: 63%)

  • 🏷 Label Counts (cont.) ---

    • disagreement: 12 (avg score: 63%)
    • appreciation: 10 (avg score: 70%)
    • planning: 7 (avg score: 66%)
    • request: 6 (avg score: 70%)
    • encouragement: 3 (avg score: 68%)
    • unmet_need: 2 (avg score: 53%)
    • deep_sharing: 2 (avg score: 78%)
    • passive_aggression: 2 (avg score: 60%)
    • boundary_setting: 1 (avg score: 60%)

ANOMALIES

All metrics within normal range today.

No significant deviations from your 7‑day average.

PROVENANCE

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

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