Our family home had paper-thin walls, and my bedroom shared one with my parents’. Starting around 15 or 16, I’d regularly hear them going at it, sometimes late at night, sometimes early morning when they thought we were still asleep. At first I was mortified, but curiosity got the better of me pretty quickly. One night I just… listened. Really listened. It was so real, and god it turned me on. Like, instantly soaked, heart-pounding turned on. I started touching myself while listening, trying to stay quiet so they wouldn’t hear me through the same damn wall... Some of my most intense orgasms back then happened with my ear pressed against that wall. To this day, real couple audios, overheard recordings, anything unscripted and authentic, that’s what gets me going the strongest.
