Literally. I love my neighbors. And they don't even know! On the other side of my bedroom wall is a unit owned by an early 30s couple I've bumped into only a couple of times in the past year. Most days, and nights, I hear nothing from their place. The walls here are pretty well insulated I think.

Last night, however, was a different story.

Maybe they got drunk at a company Christmas party. Maybe they're really eager to make a new tiny human. Maybe they actually like each other. Who knows what inspired it, but last night, they fucked. They fucked loud. They fucked three times loud. And I enjoyed all of it.

First time was a bit after midnight. I'd actually just fallen asleep. I listened to them for a good twenty minutes before I fell back asleep. Masturbating happily most of that time. Second time I heard them was probably 2:00am. I listened for at least ten minutes. And the last time was early morning. I've been up ever since because this morning put the previous sessions to shame. All I know is that he must know what he's doing. That woman came. And came. And came some more. And while I could not make out her words, she was loud and vocal and enthusiastic and fun.

So to the neighbors I barely know on the other side of this magical wall, job well done. I enjoyed your performance. And now I am fixated on being part of this fun.