I'm on temporary liaison to a European agency that does what my bunch does -- fuzzy enough? I think so. It's nice duty -- the usual posting is three to five years, but I am not so lucky. In any event, I am in a very nice flat in a very nice arrondissement, one the tourists never get to. Thank you, dear taxpayers.
I don't know my neighbor, but I hear him, almost every night.
One girlfriend -- I call her Carla, after the French first lady -- is a screamer like me. She is not only very loud when she comes, but does lots of moaning and coaxing in French, such a wonderful language to make love in. He is loud, too. Another one is an American girl, younger; I have named her Marcia. She is a bit more reticent. I can't hear her until she lets out a sudden moan or passionate cry. Then she has one long, intense orgasm and I hear her alto "oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." I bet he's gone down on her. There is another Frenchwoman -- Danielle in my fantasies -- who starts this amazing yodel of moaning and noisemaking. I imagine her riding him as she does this. Sometimes I hear the headboard hitting the wall and now he is fucking one of these women doggy.
I have only seen "Marcia" coming and going, and Monsieur is ruggedly handsome, like a mountaineer, and older -- he reminds me of a man I had a fling with during my undergraduate semester in Paris. He introduced himself to me once, as Luc, and his smile told me he knew I was listening to the nighttime sounds.
Alas, it is all I can do. Must be ever so careful in this position. I can't get into the other positions I would want. So I will have to content myself with the sounds through the wall, and my wistful fingers. I have always loved hearing my neighbors fuck -- it's like hearing life.
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Great post. Listening to my neighbors have sex used to make me sick. Now it makes me jealous and horny. Go figure.
Linda Sue, you're the best. Hope to meet you one day in the city of lights...
Hmm, thanks for the update... glad you're still naughty!! :) I wonder why Luc would know that you're listening to him and his gfs doing it. Did you try to out scream his gfs after you listen to them and then pleasure yourself afterward? :P Naughty, naughty! :)
I used to love to hear my neighbor fuck. Every Saturday morning. She moaned and moaned and came better than I ever heard before. So many times starting my weekend masturbating to her. Then I actually saw what she looked like and it completely ruined it for me.
why can't you get in on the fun with Luc?? Sounds like he's doing some serious pleasuring next door...why get left out??
dickie
Because she´s on some kind of assignment from one of the US Gov.alphabet soups, and it´s not to sell Tupperware in France.
Watch you´re shapely ass Linda, and stay away from the french cawk! It´s only trouble.
;)
LOL.
I loved reading this post because it reminds me so much of my first year living at university. I was a virgin through high school, but once I started getting laid in university I made up for lost time. There was rarely a night without some girl in my bed, and sometimes things got rather noisy. There were 2 girls sharing a room beside mine, and with the paper thin walls I knew they could hear what was happening. I could also tell that they were getting turned on by it, or at least curious. When things heated up in my room, the radio in their room would turn off. Before long one of them in particular was constantly stopping by to chat, or ask me for help with her homework. The temptation for me was high, but I remembered some advice I was given shortly after moving into residence. Namely, "Don't start banging any girl who already lives on your floor. It will just complicate things if you plan on playing the field." I followed that advice, but a part of me still regrets not making a move on my neighbour - not only was she gorgeous but she'd knock on my door late at night asking for help with her homework assignment - and all she was wearing was a sheer nightey. Nevertheless, on many occasions it was a huge turn for me on to be wrapped in the throes of passion with one girl, and know there was at least one gal on the other side with her ear pressed to the wall; listening.
So glad to see you've decided to keep posting!
I love your writing.
I first met my downstairs neighbor when he moved in. He and his wife had just divorced. In a month or so, I started hearing the most amazing sex down below. This woman with start these moans and screams at a rhythm that you could almost hear the squishing of pussy juice and the bouncing of the bed. She's start screaming "fuck me!" and then they'd both get into it as they came. I admit to jerking off to their lovemaking many times. Later I met her -- Melissa -- and she was very attractive and sexy looking, which only added to my voyeuristic pleasure. I was going through a dry spot, and this made things more interesting.
Back in college I had some newlyweds living upstairs. The ceiling was thin and I could hear everything that happened above. They'd go at it at 7 AM each morning, like clockwork. I didn't have to set an alarm, there'd be the sound of bedsprings, and her moans. Also, in the evenings he'd spank her at times. I'd see them on campus, and she'd look sort of embarassed, as if wondering what I'd heard. Also, I could tell when she just sucked him off, no bedsprings, no moans from her, but his groans, and then afterwords, "Thank you....VERY much!"
More recently I lived in an apartment where the neighbors upstairs changed frequently, some I'd hear, some I wouldn't. But one annoying thing was the couple who'd have these screaming fights at 2 AM (calling each other obscenities that would end a relationship if I'd been in it, I mean, not just dirty talking, but hurtful insults. But then, about an hour later, there'd be this hard, violent, bedspring-crashing makeup-sex.
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