A sound in the night.

One of my guilty pleasures is listening to others have sex. The sounds of movement, the panting breathe, and the stifled or projected moans of satisfaction and overwhelm. Everything about it I adore. Hearing a couple at the peak of orgasm or catching a glimpse of an exhibitionistic couple from the window across my balcony. It is a special fantasy that rarely comes to reality. Especially amongst the noise of the city. So when I was walking along the quiet beach in the small fishermen's town of Milo, late at night, I couldn't help but caress myself a little when I heard a vocal and ecstatic couple from their seaside farmhouse. A brief and delicious little Grecian treat.

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