TS: Quiet mouse sex vs Howdy, Neighbor!

A friend of mine has a story about staying in a youth hostel in Italy. She shared a bunk bed with this little quiet guy. When she first went to bed everything was still and she started drifting off to sleep, until the bed started shaking. The bed would shake violently for a while and then he'd peer over to the bottom bunk, where she pretended to be asleep. And then a bit later, it would start again. All night. Apparently this guy had quite the masturbatory stamina. Ew.

I don't think I've ever heard our downstairs neighbor having sex. That's a good thing. He's a nice guy, but he's also bald with a mustache and in his late 40s I'd guess. And yes, he does have a girlfriend and she stays over.

do all women enjoy this?

Being loud during sex seems like one of those things which isn't necessarily the intuitive way to do it but it has become popularized in society and so you give it your self-conscious go and discover that, actually, once you get past the self-consciousness of it, it can be more fun that way. Which is rather like a lot of things about sex (dirty talk, roleplaying, etc.), I suspect.

(That's my theory but I'm kinda hoping people will disagree.)

I think he thought so.

Obscure slightly related fact: In the soundtrack of Amelie, there is a track called 'Soir de Fete' (Number 15, fact fans) where the clapping at the beginning sounds like to sound of thighs slapping against buttocks or somesuch. True.

The last apartment I lived in had very thin walls/ceilings/etc. The people upstairs would FITE FITE FITE ("motherfucker, I'm gonna keeel you!" *sound similar to bookshelf containing 4 Encyclopedia-sets being slammed on floor* "goddamnit get out of my house right now fucker!" etc.), which would be followed by a bunch of physical boom bang pow and running-around sounds, then a period of like 1 minute quiet, and then they would start FACKING...HARD. Like, ALL the neighbors in the building heard it, felt it (the whole flimsy fackin building was SHAKING!). They would go on for like 10 minutes, and if you listened really close (NOT RECOMMENDED) you could hear them muttering really mean profanities at each other. And thus I was introduced to the concept of the "grudgefuck".
-- nickalicious (nza2342...), May 2nd, 2003 11:38 AM. (nickalicious)

Well, uh...
Okay, so I lived in a little apartment building in an "iffy" part of town. Above me lived a nice-but-quite-conservative Muslim family from Jordan, who were the only people that were kinda friendly to me in the building. My g/f at the time...total nympho. She required me to work out and take a strange supplement of herbs and build up this absurd endurance and, well, she was also a screamer. Not just "oh"s and "ah"s, but, like, all sorts of profanities and declarations...it was quite dramatic. As I knew their bedroom was right above mine, well, they heard it.

For a very brief time (a week or two) during this period of shagolympics, whenever I saw them (the Muslim couple upstairs), they would react thusly: either the husband or wife would get a funny little grin, then they'd look at each other and look away. I wasn't sure what to think of this.

Then, after about a week or two, they stopped looking away. They would just grin and give me an all-too-knowing look. It was also about this time that I began hearing them in similar moments...the wife in particular, though I only heard her speak about 3 times in person, man once she got going she was a screamer too. There's nothing quite like hearing a woman moaning in pleasure in Arabic.

-- nickalicious (nza2342...), February 13th, 2003. (nickalicious)

Him: Say fuck me, say fuck me!
Her: FUCK YOU!

Another gem by lady Luna. HAHA!

They were quiet after that.

seriously people, im not involved in gay cruising, i just happen to walk in on it a lot!

This makes the time that Donut Bitch's phone accidentally dialed me during a Mark Gardener concert seem fairly tame. (The idea of a phone accidentally dialed so I could hear the current version of Mark Gardener having sex is distressing, of course.)

More distressing for his partner, prolly.

Basically, I think that sex is good no matter what sounds eminate from the participants *grin*

HOLY CRAP! That isnt really THAT Mark Gardner is it? Please say it isnt so *sobs*

I was staying over at my then-boyfriend's apartment earlier this year. He lived in an art gallery which where a few friends were still hanging out when we went to bed. His roommate's bedroom was next door, sharing a wall with his. Anyway, the two of us proceeded to, er, "get intimate." Right in the middle of this, we started hearing fairly loud "oohhhhhhh" sounds coming from next door. It was obviously the girl his roommate had been sleeping with for a while, although we'd never heard a peep out of them before. We giggled at it a bit, but it kept going and going and more or less ruined the sex for me.

The next day, one of the friends that had been hanging out at the gallery when we went to bed called me to say what had actually been going on. The roommate, the girl, my friend, and another guy went into the bedroom to hang out/go to sleep, and the roommate and girl started going at it in front of everyone else. Then, the other guy joined it. My friend, who is a twenty year old "virgin" and hasn't had a boyfriend in six years, sat there in her bra and underwear watching the whole time. She was so close to the action that the second guy got come on her leg. And she claimed that she got no pleasure whatsoever out of viewing this.

Just thinking about this again disturbs me to no end.

Well, as I am sadist, I can see that appeal *grin*

Odd anecdote, fairly related to topic ...

I used to date a truck-driver who had a weekly run into Reno on Saturday nights, where his company would typically rent a room with two double beds for he and the other driver who came into town that night as well. I'd drive up to meet my boyfriend and he'd usually arrange it with the other driver that we'd get the room and the other driver would find other sleeping arrangements. One night the other driver never showed-up. So we hit the casinos, drank a bit too much, and went back to the room for some delightful frolicking (which was sweet and loving 'I've missed you so much' sex). Then we passed out. At some later point we woke-up, fairly groggy, and began going at it again, this time with a bit more, well, enthusiasm (which meant wilder and louder and more creative) than the first round. At some point I looked around the room, which was darkened but still semi-lit from outside neon, and realized that there was someone else in the other bed.

Watching.

I think I performed the fastest dismount ever seen in the state of Nevada (and that is saying a lot, mind you) and ended-up falling off the bed into the space between the bed and the wall. And I suddenly realized that the beer which had been consumed earlier was now demanding to be released from my body. My boyfriend, not realizing what was going on, knelt on the bed, leaning over to see if I was okay (inadvertently mooning the other driver in the process). I somehow managed to squeak-out, or perhaps pantomime, that we were no longer alone in our illicet love nest.

My boyfriend tore off the bed cover and I wrapped myself into it and made the mad dash for the bathroom, averting my eyes from the person in the other bed. I heard their voices, speaking low, and then, sometime later, the door shut. My boyfriend called me out and let me know that the other driver had left. But he never did tell me who it was. So when I went to company functions with him, well, I always wondered just which of his co-workers had been woken to the sounds of slobbery kisses and slushy sounds and lots of moans and giggles.

Sometimes, the mystery of not knowing is the best part: if twas his boss, say, highly flammable situation.

"I am....MUMMM-RAAAA!!!"

doesn't martin larence say that in BAD BOYS?

Yeah, I think it's in Yancey's best interest not to revive that thread, I made the mistake of mentioning it a little while ago.

Her: Take it, come on, take it!
Him: That's right, fuck me with your big fat cock! Hurt me!

Various moans and groans, with him yelling "MAKE ME YOUR BITCH" as a finale.

I didn't hear anything else anyway, because after that I had to hold a pillow over my head to quiet the laughter. I could look neither of them in the eye when we met on the stairs this morning.

jeezus, you need to start tape-recording this.

It's certainly ruined what little relationship I had with them.

alright then... thread revive
Does anyone remember this one?

Her: Take it, come on, take it!
Him: That's right, fuck me with your big fat cock! Hurt me!

(I was actually looking for a thread on neighborhood spats - dogs, parking, etc. - but stumbled upon this gem)

I shall now refer to sex with my wife as a "neighborhood spat."

Ooh baby, let's disturb the peace

vs neighbourhood swillow