Through The Walls

The girl next door to me last night had a male visitor again. So what? I hear you say. I don’t begrudge her the company, I enjoy a late night visitor or two myself. It is the noise that emanates from her room, through the paper thin wall that I here moan about. I should like to meet this young man on his departure from one of these encounters just to see whom he is and what he has that makes her the loudest orgasm carrier in the world.
It’s not like I sit and wait to hear her sexual noises, no they come a-looking for my ears. I can be minding my own business with a bit of Marilyn Manson on and over the top I hear the mating process that sounds like a rhinoceros giving birth to an elephant. Marilyn Manson isn’t exactly the kind of music you’d drown out either.
Every time I hear these noises, which seems to me to be more and more frequent I’m reminded of a story that was circulating the world of entertainment news a while ago. The one about Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt’s sexual antics in a hotel. The New York Post reported that the guards at the hotel ‘grabbed their weapons, and rushed in to Pitt and Jolie's suite to make sure someone wasn't being killed inside.’
If it wasn’t for the after banter and giggles I would have called security by now, it sounds like a Ted Bundy style killer has entered the halls and is on the rampage.
Ear plugs might be in order.



Reminds me of the song "Behind The Wall" By Tracy Chapman.

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