Loud Sex Stories

[Lancecastor]

It's loud!

It makes me wonder if they can hear me when I'm loud.

This quote, in SLG's "Snoring Neighbor" thread, along with Indigo Rose's response:

"Hi there, I'm the screamer from upstairs..."

...put a smile on my face as a recalled an old converted garment factory loft I lived in a number of years ago. Though the outer walls were brick, the high ceilings and floors were wood and the diving walls between the lofts were fairly thin as well.

Inhabited by young artistes, riotgrrls, skatepunks and dancers, I was the lone suit in the building and the only person living alone. I also had the only bathtub in the building.

Because the building was located in the middle of the bar, club and financial district, it was incredibly easy to meet a woman or three at a bar after work, have a few cocktails, and invite them home for a more leisurely smoke and drink...simply put, I made out like a bandit.

One new friend in particular turned out to be really quite vocal... she screamed her praises of me in fairly glowing terms over the course of the evening, which I found highly empowering and erotic, to our mutual delight.

The next afternoon, I was walking down the hall going somewhere and three young fashion model stunners who lived upstairs were walking down the hall to see my neighbors.

As they passed, they started moaning, low at first and then more loudly ..."Oh Lance, your cock is soooo fucking huge!" "Fuck me Lance, fuck me harder, harder, yesssss I'm cumming again I'm cummmmming", etc , them giggling the whole time, calling me "stud" and such, which of course I found both embarassing and flattering at the same time.

After that, not only did the grrls upstairs and their friends take an increased interest in all things Lance, becoming good friends in the process themselves, but I noticed that if I listened carefully late at night, I could hear the sounds of sex on some nites cumming from all directions within the building.

It was a wonderful, juicy thing to hear people fucking above, below and beside you there in the dark...I think those might have been the happiest three years I have ever spent in terms of having fun neighbors.

What's your favorite story of things that go bump in the night?

 

[Soblue]

I've had that at hotels, the walls are so thin, eh?

I go to Vegas often with a girlfriend - not that kind of girlfriend

Anyway, headboards banging and people moaning in the next room is pretty common. We just sit there and laugh about it.

 

[Willing and Unsure]

friday night I was getting some stuff together in the room here for my birthday. I went into the bathroom (which we share with the neighbors.. gotta love dorm rooms) to get something and all I heard from the neighbors room was "oh.. oh god yes. steve!! you fuck me so good!!" and so on. I couldnt help myself and almost burst into giggles while I was in the bathroom. it was rather interesting since their moans and yells and whatnot were echoing in the bathroom.

 

[Lancecastor]

I wonder why it is that the first reaction often is to giggle rather than listen intently?

 

[Ishmael]

LOL

Yep, we've all heard the stories and lived them too.

Many years ago I dated a woman that was LOUD. And out of control wild.

The first night we were together in my bedroom she starts yelling "FUCK ME" over and over again. Which was redundant because I already was. She started pounding on the wall with her fist until she finally put her hand through the sheetrock. Halfway through the apt. wall where the neighbors daughter was sleeping.

Well, the explanation to the police was creative to say the least. The apt. manager overcharged me for the repair to the wall. And I moved the bed to the middle off the room. Didn't mind the screaming all that much.

Ishmael

 

[ksmybuttons]

When I was in college, I lived in a co-ed dorm with one person to a room. The lady next door was a very religious type. Her and her boyfriend would hit the wall frequently and I could hear everything. She would play a John Denver album on her stereo and it would play over and over and over again. I think she thought it would drowned out the noise. Unsuccessful masking.
To this day, whenever I hear one of the John Denver tunes, I think of them fucking...

When in my mid 20's, my then lover and I went to a New Year's party to an old farm house out in the country owned by one of my college friends. We were all spending the night and took sleeping bags and slept all over the house. We bedded down, spooning and he entered me from behind. I came several times that night. The next morning, it was the topic of conversation.

Blush.

 

[His_kitty]

I wonder why it is that the first reaction often is to giggle rather than listen intently?

lol not mine! I listen and listen closely.

 

[calypso_21]

When I was 19 I moved into a loft apartment overlooking a beautiful pond. The apartments were back to back. I set my bed against the back wall of my bedroom and would stumble up my stairs and fall right into bed after working all day and school at night.

About a month into living in my own perfect world, I started to hear these noises. I couldn't figure out what they were. I was just too tired to care. One Friday night my best friend was over and I stood getting dressed to head out for a night of dancing. We never left until late and by about 10 pm or so the noises started. Only this time, much clearer. (thud, thud, thud) "FUCK ME BOB (thud, thud, thud and so on)...oh gawd Bob! I've never had a cock so BIG!! YES YES. (thud, thud loud deep grunt) Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" No giggles on our part. Just a huge smile at another gal getting it really good apparently.

We couldn't however keep a straight face when Bob ran out to the car as we were leaving to get something out of his glovebox...half naked.

 

[Lancecastor]

lol not mine! I listen and listen closely.

It can also be a wonderful ice-breaker if you're listening with someone you'd like to get horizontal with.

 

[weed]

I wonder why it is that the first reaction often is to giggle rather than listen intently?

It's like being on the inside of a joke....you just know what's going on....no questions asked....there's a chuckle in that.

I'm probably typical of parents....grunt, grunt, pelvis to cheek slapping, slap, slap, juicy suction, slurp slurp, groan and moan....until....

"Are you ok, mom?"

"JUST FINE....unh....we'll be out in....um....a minute.....YES.....have a snack....ANYTHING YOU WANT..."

 

[Freya]

I always considered myself extremely vocal until I lived in an apartment building, and heard my neighbours upstairs having sex. Middle of the summer, all the windows in the complex were open, and those two would go on FOREVER! She was so loud - I've never heard anyone make that much noise. At first we thought he was killing her.

My upstairs neighbour now is a bit of a screamer too. But I suppose I've made enough noise of my own, and kept enough people awake in my life, that I don't get to complain.


Nothing worse than lying in bed at night, not getting any, and hearing others having great sex!

 

[calypso_21]

Nothing worse than lying in bed at night, not getting any, and hearing others having great sex!

I used to think this until the neighbor I mentioned above and I started having vocal competitions. Always interesting to walk out the next morning and have other neighbors look funny one of us. She and I became good friends. Eventually I moved my bed though. Now whenever I hear people getting it on I smile at the memories.

 

[BgMma]

It can also be a wonderful ice-breaker if you're listening with someone you'd like to get horizontal with.

Why, oh, why is everyone tempting me today?

 

[His_kitty]

It can also be a wonderful ice-breaker if you're listening with someone you'd like to get horizontal with.

Yes, quickly followed with a mischievous grin

 

[Oscuridad]

oh, college

My single dorm room was in the male wing of a mixed gender dorm. My neighbor above had a girlfreind whom he was enjoying regularly. I knew it for sure as I'm sure did my neighbor nextdoor and perhaps the whole dorm.

Thing was, the beds they gave you used the creaky old metal springs. So you would never hear a word, a moan, anything. It was all drowned by the most hellish creaking... Constant, rhythmic, creaking rising and falling in somewhat predictable waves until the big finish.

I kid you not, those beds would squeak to my heartbeat. And that would keep me up at night even if my neighbor did not.

I bumped into them in the hallway afterwards once... I've never seen a more amusing shade of beet red in my life. At least they were having a good time.

I traded in my bed for a futon on the floor... Silence ensues...
Oh, wait... That means the neighbors COULD hear... *blush*