Overheard orgasms Stories

“Come on, Dora, we’re waiting." I wonder, why does getting ready take an eternity? We’re only heading out for a stroll. At my feet, Jasper waits with the serenity of age. He’s an elderly cockapoo; time means little to him, so long as his belly’s full and his bed is warm. Clomp, clomp, clomp. Dora descends the stairs, her new hiking boots appearing first, then the rest of her, rosy-cheeked and apologetic. “Sorry, Michael....

Sir, these are the records you requested of Subject M’s calls to his girlfriend since Saturday. I’m afraid we only managed to record one side of the conversation on each occasion owing to a glitch which we are working to identify, although we think that he might be using some sort of experimental blocking device. However, my opinion is still that he offers no security risk, and I recommend full clearance. And the content...