the jackrabbit strikes again.
so, over the past 2 years i've occasionally noticed my neighbor having sex. usually, it's just a faint banging against the wall. he must have a headboard on his bed, and the thing will bang on the wall like a fucking metronome. honestly, he's so regular with this thrusts. but it's always just banging, and then the banging will get a little more rapid and louder. and then it stops. and then i hear talking. which means that both parties are completely silent during the jackrabbit session. how fucking boring, right?
well, last night was the first time i'd heard him in months. and dear god, did i feel sorry for the poor girl that was in his bed. it was the loudest i'd ever heard, and it went on for quite some time. every now and then it would stop for a few minutes, and then start back up.
naturally, having to listen to this was like a declaration of war. so travis and i (oh right. it's been awhile. travis = the boy) naturally had to fight back. only i have no headboard. and he actually knows what he's doing in bed and is therefore NOT a jackrabbit. i mean, don't get me wrong. we won. i'd say my noisiness alone destroyed them. but while we were laying there, about to fall asleep, the pounding starts again! we couldn't believe it. i actually pounded back on the wall with my fist and yelled, "LEAVE THAT POOR GIRL ALONE! THERE'S NO WAY SHE'S ENJOYING THAT UNLESS SHE'S A PORN STAR!"
moral of the story...i need to get a headboard.
so, over the past 2 years i've occasionally noticed my neighbor having sex. usually, it's just a faint banging against the wall. he must have a headboard on his bed, and the thing will bang on the wall like a fucking metronome. honestly, he's so regular with this thrusts. but it's always just banging, and then the banging will get a little more rapid and louder. and then it stops. and then i hear talking. which means that both parties are completely silent during the jackrabbit session. how fucking boring, right?
well, last night was the first time i'd heard him in months. and dear god, did i feel sorry for the poor girl that was in his bed. it was the loudest i'd ever heard, and it went on for quite some time. every now and then it would stop for a few minutes, and then start back up.
naturally, having to listen to this was like a declaration of war. so travis and i (oh right. it's been awhile. travis = the boy) naturally had to fight back. only i have no headboard. and he actually knows what he's doing in bed and is therefore NOT a jackrabbit. i mean, don't get me wrong. we won. i'd say my noisiness alone destroyed them. but while we were laying there, about to fall asleep, the pounding starts again! we couldn't believe it. i actually pounded back on the wall with my fist and yelled, "LEAVE THAT POOR GIRL ALONE! THERE'S NO WAY SHE'S ENJOYING THAT UNLESS SHE'S A PORN STAR!"
moral of the story...i need to get a headboard.
