When I first moved to NYC, it was in the heat of the summer and to live you had to have a/c or keep the windows open. At the time I couldn't afford a/c so I had to keep my windows open. I quickly learned that I had a screamer for a neighbor across the airshaft. Our apartments were only about 8' to 10' apart across the airshaft. My livingroom window looked into her bedroom. My window had venetian blinds, hers had nothing.
She (early 20's) and her boyfriend of the moment (it changed every week or so, as did their ages), would go at it from about 6:30pm (when I came home from work) until about 1:00am. Then they would start at about 6:00am for about an hour. This went on 7 day a week I absolutely don't know how they did it! You could hear her moans and goans, and "Oh yes" and "harder", etc. a block away. All the neighbors were talking about it and we had a number of special block association meetings because of it. The police didn't seem to want to get involved and said that there was no law against what they were doing. We even filed a number of noise complaints, but nothing came of it.
I had to keep my blinds shut to keep from looking into her bedroom. Well, at first I peeped a bit, but then it got old and I stopped. Anyway, the block association planned a meeting in my apartment. We borrowed folding chairs from the local church and set them up in rows facing the window. We kept the blinds shut, and then as soon as it stated, we opened the blinds and turned on the lights. The show was on! She looked out her window, then said something to him, and then they both smiled and said "hello." They went out of the room and came back in with sofa cushions which they placed on the bed thereby raising the "stage" so to speak. They then went on with what they were doing. The block association ladies grabbed their husbands and left, leaving me with all the chairs and two grinning neighbors laughing at me. :grumpy:
I bought a tape recorder, and recorded their moans and groans for 3 nights one weekend. I had 4 reels of their going at it. Then, when they started, I played the tapes at full blast and let them run morning and night until they begged me to stop. All the neighbors were in on it so they didn't complain. She called the police, but I was told that the police told her "turn about is fair play." She moved the next week.
Now I have those barking little, tiny, rats that are called dogs with a bark the size of a wolf or doberman...growlling, and barking all the time! But, NYC has just put into law to stop loud barking dogs from barking more than 10 minutes without a fine. So, for some reason, I don't hear the dogs anymore.
So, to answer the original question....NO they didn't make me horny.
But, there have been occasions that did. :boggron: :wank: