Shameless Pearoast
Way back when the missus and I were first married, we didn't have television. We didn't mind so much, we had many other diversions. Books, for instance. Every night at bedtime, I'd read to her for a while. Then, of course, we'd fuck like bunnies before sleeping.

I started with "The Hobbit", but she was somehow bored by Tolkein -- I know, massive character flaw, but what could I do, we were already married. I soon switched to the oddly endearing Alestier Crowley classic "Moonchild". This was apparently a hit, and all was well again.

Until the neighbors invited us to dinner. They were another young couple, although they had a kid already. Their apartment shared a wall with ours, and we realized which wall when we said our goodnights after dinner.

They said they'd better hurry and get the little one to bed, as they didn't want to miss Chapter 16. "I can't wait to hear how Lisa is doing without Cyril", the wife said.

It dawned on us then that they could hear everything that occurred in our bedroom. Absolutely everything. I like to think our newlywed passion inspired them, as they were pregnant again within months of our moving there.
(danalan Pretty good, for an amateur., Thu 1 Oct 2009, 20:59, 2 replies)

aahhh
This is lovely! *click*
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 22:09, closed)

Ceci, c'est
un pearoast.

Prenez un click, mon brave!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 23:23, closed)