Some of you may remember me telling the tale of the woman who lives above me, who for some time last spring was getting some dick…hard…in every room in her apartment, at all hours of the night.
It was shockingly loud and quite…unnerving.
Well, I felt bad for posting about her because then she seemingly went through a dry spell and I felt that in some cosmic way, I had jinxed her.
Well, stand back honky cat. She’s getting laid again. Daily, nightly, afternoonly. In her livingroom, bathroom and once in a while the bedroom.
She’s also a screamer. And I mean…SCREAMER. And let me say this without fear of contradiction…this chick is getting HAMMERED. I’m genuinely afraid they’re going to come through the ceiling, naked and sweaty, still thrusting while Boy and I watch The Simpsons.
In fact, we turned off the t.v. to listen to it the other night. THE DOG WAS SCARED and SHAKING. She retreated to another room because of the noise.
And then, last night…the grand finale (I can only hope…although it IS Friday)…I heard her stomping around her bed (or maybe him) in heavy heavy boots. There’s no way they could be anything else…and then…the nailing.
MY GOD THE NAILING. Hard, fast, deep, long.
Real long. Boy found it interesting for a while and then went to bed. I found it FASCINATING at how long this guy lasted! I mean, I’m talking a good half hour of quick pace thrusting with only minimal pauses. And the screams, and groans.
I was…a little aroused, I must say.
But I know I could never compete.
I hope I didn’t jinx her again. Carry on my crazy flat mate…ride 'em high!
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