I'm on temporary liaison to a European agency that does what my bunch does -- fuzzy enough? I think so. It's nice duty -- the usual posting is three to five years, but I am not so lucky. In any event, I am in a very nice flat in a very nice arrondissement, one the tourists never get to. Thank you, dear taxpayers.
I don't know my neighbor, but I hear him, almost every night.
One girlfriend -- I call her Carla, after the French first lady -- is a screamer like me. She is not only very loud when she comes, but does lots of moaning and coaxing in French, such a wonderful language to make love in. He is loud, too. Another one is an American girl, younger; I have named her Marcia. She is a bit more reticent. I can't hear her until she lets out a sudden moan or passionate cry. Then she has one long, intense orgasm and I hear her alto "oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." I bet he's gone down on her. There is another Frenchwoman -- Danielle in my fantasies -- who starts this amazing yodel of moaning and noisemaking. I imagine her riding him as she does this. Sometimes I hear the headboard hitting the wall and now he is fucking one of these women doggy.
I have only seen "Marcia" coming and going, and Monsieur is ruggedly handsome, like a mountaineer, and older -- he reminds me of a man I had a fling with during my undergraduate semester in Paris. He introduced himself to me once, as Luc, and his smile told me he knew I was listening to the nighttime sounds.
Alas, it is all I can do. Must be ever so careful in this position. I can't get into the other positions I would want. So I will have to content myself with the sounds through the wall, and my wistful fingers. I have always loved hearing my neighbors fuck -- it's like hearing life.