Post Nightclub Voyeurism

A Sexual Fantasy

— By saturdaynightvoyeur

I live in a gritty northern town and theres a gennel next to my house. Sometimes late on Saturday nights I hear a group of younger sounding people drunkenly talking outside, they eventually say their goodbyes and stumble off home. Moments later I hear the faint sounds of kissing and I go downstairs, sit by the blind and listen to their eventual moaning