Through The Wall

Sounds good to me...

they moved in yesterday
and
i can hear them already
doing
whatever it is they are doing

at first
i think it’s furniture
or maybe
a party

but then
a laugh
a squeal
a moan

i mute the TV
lying very still
listening
through the wall

voices
directions
commands

the sound of skin
meeting skin
sharp
soft
sharp again

it gets louder
and
i start to make out
words

…oh god…
…like that…
…yes…
…inside me…
…please…

i say nothing
but slide my hand
lower

a gasp of pleasure

hers

then mine

our rhythm quickens
all three of us
working together
to make me cum

later
i lie there
exhausted
fingers wet
gripping the sheet

and when they start again
twenty minutes later
i know
i am excited
to meet
my new neighbors

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