Through the wall
A short story about listening in
I could hear you moving around in the next room. You didn't know it, but I could hear you. I could hear the shuffling of the covers, I could hear the sound of movement, I could hear the soft moans you made in your ecstasy. At first I found it to be quite annoying, "Doesn't she have any manners?" I would think, "Can't she keep it down when other people are trying to sleep?". But as time passed my annoyance faded, to be rep...