Late-Night Love

It seemed like it was months since they last made love. True, passionate love. The kind of love that would cause a person to walk funny for the next few days. But tonight was the night. All those bottled up emotions were released in every powerful thrust. The box springs squeaked with unbridled fury. The headboard pounded against the wall. They were no longer civilized human beings. They were animals, wild animals. They had lost the ability to speak. All they could do was express their love through various grunts and moans. And I, I was there beneath them, lying in my own bed, a book in my hands and my eyes on the words before me. But I found my mind wandering, fantasizing, dreaming of being in that room above me, with only one objective on my mind: I would run up to that bed, raise my trusty bullhorn to my lips and shout, “Shut the fuck up! I’m trying to read! Jeeze, have some fucking goddamn courtesy!” And then, of course, I would run like hell.

Comments 13

  1. boredhousewife wrote:

    That makes you want to go invite them over to your downstairs neighbor’s just so you can get them back, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, I’ll help. ;)

    heh.

    Posted 22 Apr 2005 at 12:43 am
  2. smivey wrote:

    I know where you’re going with this, but there’s one problem: I live on the first floor. Downstairs from me is the parking garage. Hm.

    Posted 22 Apr 2005 at 1:33 am
  3. Pip wrote:

    Ah, I’d let them go for about ten minutes. Any more than that, and they’re just showing off.

    Uh, what? I mean… I go for hours, but these people… uh, forget I said anything.

    The beauty of blog commenting is that I don’t have to click “OK” right now.

    But I’m going to anyway.

    Posted 22 Apr 2005 at 9:11 pm
  4. Lani wrote:

    LOL…funny one. That took me back to my days. *sigh* Now, like you, I read….til I get tired and then hit the streets looking for love. I first stop off at the grocery store for some Karmel Sutra. Then down the block for some Gaterade, in the berry flavor, then I head home and watch West Side Story and sing along with Tony as he sings to Maria.

    LIFE SUCKS!!! &#@)*#&$@!!

    Posted 23 Apr 2005 at 12:55 am
  5. boredhousewife wrote:

    oooh, a parking garage has the possibility to annoy so many more people–I like it!

    Posted 26 Apr 2005 at 5:45 pm
  6. Disastrogirl wrote:

    That is what my next door neighbor sounds like when he and the neighbor at the top of the stairs get together. Unfortunately this goes on a couple times a week. I just turn up the radio. It mostly helps… mostly.

    Sad thing is that he is a really great neighbor most of the time so I can’t build up the angry vindictive hate that I need to tell them to shut the hell up and oil the fucking springs or something.

    Posted 27 Apr 2005 at 7:22 am
  7. smivey wrote:

    Hey, Disastrogirl. Thanks for dropping by and actually leaving a comment. You are a rare one, indeed.

    My situation is a lot better. I haven’t heard any boffing noises upstairs since I wrote this. Maybe they read my blog? Hmm

    Posted 27 Apr 2005 at 2:18 pm
  8. lovesit wrote:

    I’ve experienced a similar situation with a new set of neighbors whose bedroom window faces mine. Every night at about 1:15 a.m. for the last week or so the antics played out as follows: they throw the window open and just go to town on each other, both gasping and screaming for about 15 minutes straight, slamming their writhing heads against the headboard next to the open window. Two nights ago I had had it so I opened my shades and window at the end of their session and yelled out, “BRAV-O! BRAV-FUCKING-O! If this happens again I’m calling the cops!” Last night was dead quiet. I kid you not.

    Posted 28 Apr 2005 at 3:57 am
  9. smivey wrote:

    Well, if I had the nerve, I’d try that next time. I think I’ll just stick to my silent rage that eats me up inside.

    Posted 28 Apr 2005 at 5:35 pm
  10. lovesit wrote:

    Although I will admit I have nerve, I am lacking in bravado. Several pieces of pertinent information were omitted from that anecdote. Not only was I crouched down beneath the open window with the shades drawn, but I used a VERY poor british accent of an old lady. Shameful, I tell you.

    Posted 29 Apr 2005 at 3:06 am
  11. smivey wrote:

    My voice would crack if I tried that. Which means, I’d end up sounding like a girl unintentionally.

    Posted 29 Apr 2005 at 3:19 am
  12. Lani wrote:

    LOL…

    Posted 29 Apr 2005 at 8:47 pm
  13. GWBE wrote:

    Ha ha ha

    Can’t stop laughing here. Good one!

    Posted 30 May 2005 at 4:27 pm

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