something to do with air shafts, sex, and masturbation

I got home tonight about 45 minutes ago to the welcoming and unmistakable sounds of my upstairs neighbor orgasming.  I’m familiar with the sound not because she fucks every night-she does not.  This is only the third time since I’ve moved in back in August that I’ve heard her having sex.  I’m not sure if her boyfriend lives out of town, if she’s just not getting laid all that much, or if she just picks up guys every other month to bring home to bang.  The reason that I’m familiar with the sound is because the first time she and random guy fucked they fucked all night. 

When  I say all night I literally mean all night.  My Lady Love fell asleep and was out like a light.  She’s a heavy sleeper and often sleeps through everything.  I’m a light sleeper and could hear a pin drop in the other room.  I’d finally  drifted to that place where you’re almost asleep yet still awake and the sounds of “OH GOD!”  pierced through my bliss.  I was immediately wide awake and keenly aware of the fact that someone was coming in my building and it felt really fucking good.   The constants string of sex noises continued until 5AM the following morning.

 I can hear everything in the airshaft between my buildings.  I live in the front of the building.  I have an amazing “French-Style” bay window situation in my front room and my bedroom window faces the window of a bedroom (I’m assuming) of the building next door.  If you stood in front of the two buildings you would assume they were connected, through and through, like a row house.  The facade touches as though one brick were motared to the next.  Only the residences of  these two buildings know the truth.  The truth is that if I stick my head out of my bedroom window, something I do frequently, I’m in this space that’s too small to be called a courtyard but to large to be called anything other than an airshaft.  It’s strange to me, as a native mid-westerner, and it seems like a waste of space.  Why not just build the two buildings together?  I always think that if my building caught fire and I couldn’t escape from my door that it’s awfully convenient that I could potentially step across this space and knock on the window of a scared and confused Indian child and ask them to please let my cat and I in because my building was on fire.

Like I was saying I can hear everything in the airshaft.  I have neighbors who are Indian who speak in a language native to their country.  They have children.  One who is smaller, I assume, because he or she cries a lot.  The parents scold a lot and the child cries.  I have other neighbors, they’re black.   Not Trinidadian or Jamaican, or “West Indian” just plain black like me.  I can tell because they don’t have the accent of the islands that I often hear.  I’ve heard a Jamaican woman quit her job as a nanny, I’ve heard a husband and wife bicker over a bill, I’ve heard the toilets flush, the babies cry, the sounds of dishes in the sink, of televisions, cabinets closing, and the orgasms of my upstairs neighbor.

Tonight wasn’t a marathon night, as far as I know.  They could’ve been having sex the whole of the evening and I just happen to catch the grand finale.  The first time I heard her, when she fucked all night to 90’s rock, I thought of that SATC episode where Samantha jerks off to the sounds of her neighbors having sex each night.  As my Lady Love slept besides me I thought of slipping my hands between my thighs and enjoying the pleasure of their pleasure.  It may have worked except for the fact that she was, I assume, having straight sex.  And that her straight sex reminded me of all of the bad porn I’ve seen.   You know the type.  The consistent stream of “Oh yes, Oh yes, Oh my god, oh yes, oh yes, oh my god, yes, yes, yes YES! YES! YES! OHMIGOD!!!” in that sort of high pitched barely believable tone? 

I will admit to being a very vocal sex kitten.  I like to moan and groan at full audio because there’s something about a really loud orgasm.  That said, it does not ever remind me of porn.  I mean, I should be giving the girl props for getting hers and presumably getting off in the meantime but, honestly, the sounds being emitted from above aren’t sexy at all.  They’re pretty close to atrocious if you ask me. 

It always makes me think, though.  When I can hear the couples fighting, the babies crying and simple sounds like that of a toilet flushing through my air shaft and through my wall…can they hear my hitatchi buzzing night after night?

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