From the room downstairs...

[Victor Dandridge]

I listen to my neighbors have sex.  At night, I fight sleep, hoping for a dose of their auditory show; like an addict, craning my neck at every creak and moan from the apartment above.  But when I'm lucky...oh boy... when the rhythmic crunch of bedsprings, like the inner monologue of a mouthful of Doritos permeates my bedroom, I go perfectly still, stiff one might say, and indulge like the sinister pervert I am. I listen harder when she begins to moan, those loud pantomimes of a porn star's script, full of curses and biblicals; my mind races trying to conceive just WHAT in the devil he could be doing to divine such music.  And when the noise dies down and the floor boards creak to the tune of post-coitus footsteps, I lie there contented, their anonymous, hands-free participant from the room downstairs.  I'm sure they know I can hear them, and I ADORE the fact that they don't care...it's a shame I don't know their names...    

[Victor Dandridge]

Thank you ALL for the kind words -- that sort of encouragment is addictive! 

[Jamie Hogan]

I did a piece on voyeurism a long time ago. I'm glad it was a long time ago, so it didn't have to stand next to this. "like the inner monologue of a mouthful of Doritos" is too good, defies description or accolade. I'm blown away.

[Cita]

"full of curses and biblicals"  Baaahaaaaa..... Excellent!

[Bonnie]

but I bet you can exchange knowing glances when you meet in the hall or in the lobby at the door. Fun 6

[Victor Dandridge]

Thanks Ron!  It's been a while since I've posted, so I felt like I earned a nougat just by returning -- your comment and link only assured that! 

[Ron. Lavalette]

Well done, Victor.  I'm always a sucker for well-told sories about noisy neighbors.  I've had a few myself.