It is with great gratitude that I find myself in the position to finally contribute to the file archives of our great forum.
The following backstory doesn’t need to be read before listening to the file, but I had some pleasure writing it and I think that it might give a special flavour to what I feel is a special file. It has some tension in it which some of you may enjoy thinking about or even find titillating.
To those who prefer not to read any of that, the basics are :
- Action starts straight and goes up to about the 21 minute mark.
- Some loud buses and motorcycles but nothing ear-shattering to me at least.
Spoiler
Let us start with a degree of context. I’m in my mid twenties and a bad divorce forced my mom to come and live with me. It’s all fine, the place is large enough and we get along very well. This situation, however, doesn’t exactly facilitate meeting new women which has further extended an annoyingly long period of sentimental drought.
Before that I used to live in one aisle of the family house in a very, very, very quiet suburban neighbourhood.
Being wired the way we freaky perverts are, I was both looking forward to moving to a flat in a much livelier part of suburbia where hearing sexy sounds would be a much more probable occurrence and worried that I could get too much of a good thing especially living with my mom.
Fortunately for my sanity, the flat is extremely well isolated from the other flats around it.
I thought, then, that if I were to hear anything it would have to be in the summer when windows are open. This was fine to me, as it meant that the probability of hearing something sometimes remained fairly high but that it wouldn’t be so frequent as to become annoying. You see, I do have a fairly bittersweet relationship with this little kink of ours and wished that, should anything come my way, it wouldn’t bear down on me too much.
Anyway, fast forward almost a year without anything to report.
Then, at about 10PM on a week evening just about a week ago I heard some crystal clear, loud, extremely exciting sounds coming from the neighbours who live in another building facing mine. They’re on the same storey, and their two windows face mine in an almost conspicuously voyeuristic fashion that even Sir Hitchcock would’ve found too good to be credible. I’ve attached a picture for some context (the neighbours themselves are not visible on it), they’re barely 3 to 4 meters away from me. Absolutely “throw a flour bag my way” distance.
The only issue was that I was having dinner with my mom that evening. 10PM at this time of year in this part of France is broad daylight and many people have late dinners that extend well past that time.
I must say that hearing those familiar, otherwise extremely enticing sounds blew my mind in an altogether not quite positive way. Despite not having been raised in a prude or sheltered family, I was still extraordinarily embarrassed at the situation and quickly found a way to retreat to my room which made my mom angry. She either feigned not to hear them or maybe is she running deaf but we had an argument about it anyway. Thankfully you will barely hear a few seconds of it in the background at the beginning of the recording.
Those neighbours didn’t seem to have a care in the world. They were having a foursome in their living room in front of the windows which face mine. Both our buildings face a little square on which kids come to play and folks to have a chat, which was happening right when they were going at it in the most careless way as you’ll hear. They even mention the neighbours at some point laughingly.
This crude exhibition of sexual freedom and enjoyment left me puzzled and I still am. This would sort of sum up my relationship with this kink of ours.
On the one hand I do find great pleasure in hearing those sounds and in this case they’re so good I just listen to them without even jerking off, but on the other I do feel like a hungry bum salivating at the prospect of picking up the crumbs left by some guy eating a delicious cake I sometimes feel I’ll never get to taste fully.
Don’t worry boys and girls, I’m not going full Incel just yet. Birds sing, and life is just fine.
Now, about the recording itself :
A few loud buses and motorbikes but nothing ear-piercing to my ears. I left everything in just for authenticity’s sake. I didn’t treat the recording in any way, I feel that there’s a lot of room left for improvement. I look forward to hear what wonders you audio wizards might bring out of this file, especially during the little chat they have at the end.
It’s a foursome. I refrained from watching it from my window too much and filmed none of it as I just deemed it too dangerous.
They clearly are exhibitionists, but to what extent I’m not quite sure.
I thus can’t describe them, sorry. I’m not entirely sure whether they’re actually my neighbours or just friends the usual neighbours might have lended their apartment to. The latter may explain why it took almost a year for me to hear anything coming from them.
I left almost all of their conversation as no personal information is shared between them, though I can’t make sense of everything they say.
Some other fellow french man/woman may have better ears and/or equipment to give us a transcription.
The action starts straight away and most of it is over by the 21 minute mark. Then they retreat to some room before coming back for some chat, some of which sex-related.
Enjoy !
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