<human>: Many a time, I have indulged in the agreeable activity of passionate shower sex. Like having sex in the rain, except in the comfort of your own home and steamier. Culminating in plenty of slippery pounding, suppressed moaning and perhaps a couple of wet-flesh-upon-wet-flesh slapping sounds here and there. You get the idea. Not only is there the appeal of ease in clean up, but the sound of the (quite loud in my house) running water disguises many sins whilst other people are home so it's win all around! Right?!

As I type this, I am sitting *downstairs* in my living room, listening to my brother and his girlfriend casually chatting in the upstairs bathroom, clear as day. Nay, clearer. I've heard this before whilst in my bedroom (which is next to the bathroom) but simply cringed whilst making a mental note to ensure subsequent encounters are quieter. That shower sex was too good to give up man. Now, as I listen to my brother's obnoxiously resounding chortle, I realise that this has all been in vain. My shower is truly excellent at amplifying sounds. :(

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<bot>: [The same reason why my singing sounds good in the shower] is why I've likely played countless sex symphonies to my family. Be warned.