I was taking a nap yesterday afternoon and was awakened from a sound sleep by a noise. At first I thought someone was hitting my upstairs neighbor and she was crying out in pain. But no…she was crying out in a different way. They both were, actually: rhythmic, wordless cries of passion. Oh. My. Goodness.
Then I went back to sleep. Sheesh.
Sorry, I thought you had taken care of her. My bad.
While on vacation, the people in the room next door fucked like rabbits, loudly and vocally, as well. It was like the audio to a bad porn movie: “Oh, do it to me! Oh, harder! Uh, uh, uh!” “Come on, baby! Who’s your daddy? Who’s your daaaa-deee!” Unfortunately for Mrs. Bunny Rabbit, it was usually over in less time than it took hubby and I to turn down the TV and start snickering. Her dissapointed, “Oh,” made us laugh every time.
Oh, someone was hitting her all right.
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I’d hit it!
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I used to have upstairs neighbours who would have sex every night at about 11:00. Good for them, but I had my alarm set early so that I could get up for calesthenics, coffee, etc., and still leave on my hour-plus commute so that I could get to work on time – and their bed squeeked and squeeked and squeeked. Just when I thought they’d stopped and I was about to fall back to sleep, they’d start up again. It was torture!
Finally, I left them a note on their door suggesting that they replace their box springs. They got a whole new bed and I was not awakened again.
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:o i was that neighbour :o
One night soon after I moved to Oxford, I was lying in bed, drunk. (Nothing surprising there then.) I heard strange noises from upstairs, but in my drunken state, could not decipher what they were. Time wore on, the noises eventually stopped, and I fell into a drunken hazy sleep.
The next morning I was talking to some friends, and the subject of not being able to sleep came up. I said, some kind of noise kept me awake last night…it sounded a bit like seals barking, then bits of a basketball game. “Huh?” everyone said. Well, it sounded like “uh, uh, uh…bang bang…” It was only then that I realized exactly what I was trying to describe…
I was once a bad neighbour and cheered them on… I wasn’t totally sober, which is my excuse. The upstairs neighbours sounded like they were having a LOT of fun, so I let out a very enthusiastic “WOOHOO!!!” The noise stopped immediately. My SO thought I was nuts and he might have been a little mad at me (worried about neighbour relations, even though we have no idea who lives up there).
We’ve heard them since, but i’ve kept quiet about it. I imagine we’ve done our fair share of “waking up the neighbours”.
We once got a standing ovation from Duval Street in Key West.
I’ll try not to make this sound like a letter to Penthouse -
When I was younger I had the downstairs apartment and upstairs was a young married couple who went at it frequently, but it was mostly bed squeaking for a few minutes then he’d grunt and that was that. You could damn near hear regular conversations in that building through the walls/floors and you could clearly make out what was said during arguments, so they were basically pretty quiet during sex.
Then one night, around midnight I heard them laughing, being loud, drunk-sounding, coming into the building and up the stairs and before long they were going at it. But, this time she was really loud, moaning and panting and screaming out “Oh God!” and “f— me!” and so on as the headboard was banging against the wall. It sounded like porn for the blind. They went at it three times overnight.
The next morning I was leaving my apartment and at the top of the stairs he was leaving their apartment, except “he” wasn’t her husband. I then remembered that the husband had taken a new job that required some travel and was apparently out of town and the wife was getting some on the side. She moved out not long afterward and I assume they divorced at some point. Kind of sad, but on topic.
I lived in a house with a weird conversion to apartments. My next-door neighbor (who was also the landlord) got the front room on my floor, and I got the rest (He got the entire floor abnove me, too).
He and his girlfriend used to have sex on the couch in the front room. He being a big guy, they shhok the couch. And the floor. And my front room. And they were very noisy – lotta breathing (and gasping) in rhythm.
All of this was impossible to ignore. When I had guests over, my couch would often start moving in rhythm, and then the sound effects would start up. People were either shocked or convulsed.
Someone upstairs from my wife’s friends had regular noisy sessions, terminated by “Yippee-Ti-Yi-Yay!!!”
As you may know, the boyf is arriving in Montreal in mid-February.
I’m embarrassed in advance :o
A couple years back, my wife and I had the same problem with our upstairs neighbor. Once, at about 11:00 p.m., we were awakened by the sounds of love coming from our upstairs neighbor. The neighbor was an attractive single woman who had been living there for a few months and we had never had this problem before.
The next night, the same thing, with the woman making many loud sounds of enjoyment while my wife and I chuckled. And the next night also. The following weekend, it happened again. Being relatively easy going and not having it awakened us again, it became less annoying, so we lived with it. Our neighbor had a new boyfriend.
As time went on, however, it happened less frequently, and about 2 weeks after the initial event, it stopped altogether. It ends up in those 3 weeks, she had gotten engaged to the guy. Go figure.
I have to ask someone to interpret the sounds for me, thats kind of fun. oh, oh oh!..
I got a new neighbor, a kid that I actually know & they have those bamboo curtains that let you see in & see everything at night, but for them, they can’t see out. I got an eyeful until his lady decided to come live with him, now, no action.
My upstairs roommate got lucky 2 nights ago.
My house is right on the water, (well, a tidal creek) so it’s up on stilts. And unfortunately, it wasn’t built very well. When my roomie decided to get some love, it made the whole house shake. From side to side. For darn near an hour. At 4 in the morning. And I had to be up for work at 7:30.
I could have killed them both.
When Mrs. FA and I were in college and had just started dating, I didn’t have a roomie for my dorm room; so she would come over to “study”.
Mrs. FA is very vocal, and was even moreso at the time.
After this had been going on for a few weeks, I got up to go down the hall to the bathroom. Upon opening my door and entering the hallway, every guy on my floor was standing in his own doorway hooting, hollering and holding up score-cards.
I wanted to be embarrassed, but the scores were high enough that I was actually kind of proud.