2026-01-19 — Nsfw Hard
The light from her phone screen was the only thing illuminating her living room sofa, turning Sam’s face a pale blue in the twilight. For the dozenth time in an hour, her thumb swiped down, refreshing the messaging app. Still no answer from Dave. The surprise. He mentioned a surprise. What could it be? That thought had been drilling into her all afternoon, leaving her damp and restless between her thighs, her skin feeling too tight. In Texas, Dave leaned against the cool tile of his kitchen island, his own phone…
2026-01-17 — Nsfw Hard
The low hum of the air conditioning was the only sound in Sam’s otherwise silent living room. The fight was over. Christian had retreated to the bedroom, the ghost of his angry words still hanging in the air. Sam’s body was rigid, vibrating with a frustrated energy that had nowhere to go. Her fingers itched to clean, to scrub the emotional residue away. Instead, she pressed her phone to her ear, closed her eyes, and finally listened to Dave’s morning message. His voice, a warm, gravelly Texas drawl, poured into he…
2026-01-18 — Nsfw Hard
The phone screen lit up the dim hotel room. Sam lay on her stomach, the white sheets cool against her bare skin. A week. One more week of this agony, this beautiful, electric torture of wanting. Her phone buzzed against the pillow. Dave: Woke up thinking of you. No dreams, which is a fucking crime. But you were right there. Felt the ghost of your ass in my hands. Gym was pointless without you here to distract me. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. She arched her back, feeling the empty air where he s…
2026-01-15 — Nsfw Hard
The phone had been buzzing with their shared, quiet rebellion all morning. Sick days. Both of them. It was a secret, synchronous surrender, a stolen Wednesday wrapped in the soft cotton of their separate duvets. For Sam, it was a necessary retreat, a day to shake off the feeling of being a frayed nerve dressed as a professional. She’d texted Dave a picture of her coffee, her bare toes peeking from under a blanket, captioned: Playing hooky with my inner homeless troll. Dave’s reply was instant. *My troll. And I’m…
2026-01-14 — Nsfw Hard
The ache in Sam’s hips was a dull, grinding throb, a physical echo of the emotional knots that had tightened in her gut all day. It was from the workout, probably, or sleeping curled around her dog. Or maybe, she thought bitterly, from the constant, desperate clenching of muscles that wanted only one thing—him. Her phone was a warm, dangerous weight in her hand, Dave’s latest audio message a little unplayed icon. She’d read the transcript, laughed at his greeting, but she needed to hear him. Needed the low Texas…
2026-01-13 — Nsfw Hard
The chill in his office was bone-deep, but Dave hardly felt it. The warmth from his phone screen, glowing with her messages, was a furnace in his palm. Handsome. A pretty lady. Proud of you. Each word from Sam was a live wire against his skin, hotter than the weak sun struggling through his window. Four years of friendship, of silent, screaming want, had finally boiled over into this—a constant, humming current between Arizona and Texas. Today’s current was particularly potent. She’d quit. She’d finally ripp…
2026-01-12 — Nsfw Hard
The water bottle was a fucking brick, all cold glass and cumbersome weight in her hand. Sam set it down on her desk with a quiet thud, the absurdity of the thing—of this whole secret life—washing over her. A first-world problem, Dave had called it. Her thumb traced the condensation on the side, her mind a thousand miles away in Texas, wrapped around the low, warm rumble of his voice from this morning’s audio message. I can’t wait to wake up next to you. Her office was an icebox, the sterile AC humming relentless…
2026-01-16 — Nsfw Hard
The coffee was bitter and the morning sun through the kitchen window was too bright. Sam sat, one hand wrapped around the mug, the other scrolling through the familiar, endless notifications of her life. The dogs—two needy, fluffy shadows—pushed their noses against her thigh, their warm breath a constant reminder of her domestic orbit. Then her phone buzzed, a separate, secret vibration. Dave: Morning. Woke up with that… quivering feeling. You know the one. A low, pleasant heat bloomed in her abdomen. She did…