Hey YF - do these noisy neighbors live in YOUR building

I take it as a point of pride that I had neighbors bang on our wall in my apartment-living days because we were too loud.

But I had nothing on a neighbor in Louisville. It was a courtyard-style apartment and she was so loud we'd all gather on our balconies to listen, and sometimes, heckle.

Her moans were painful in nature. I'm convinced she was taking it up the ass.

 

I've posted this before, but it seems like a good time to post it again:

 

Boots was your neighbor? Damn.

 

I lived in a major metro downtown for nine months in a high rise where I had to quit using my bedroom for anything but storage due to the extremely vocal same-sex couple next door. Just not easy to sleep or, well, do anything really, with two dudes going at it at full volume. It was quite uncomfortable to run into either of them in the hallway on the way out in the morning.

 

I had a pair of girls move in above me in the house I lived in during college. It was a large, old family home that had been split into two apartments.
My bathroom was below one of the girls' bedrooms and my bedroom was below the other girls room. Both were good looking and loved to go out and meet guys (so I heard a lot of fun). I became pretty good friends with them and one of them worked with me so we left our apartments open so we could stumble in if drunk and wanted to keep up the party.
I worked at a bar, so I usually got home a bit after 3 a.m. on weekend nights and one night I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed and heard her going at it. I had a couch in my bathroom (don't ask, the house was set up weird), so I sat down and listened for the hell of it.
After they finished, I heard the guy walk down the stairs and leave in his truck. Moments later, I hear a distinctive whirring sound and she starts moaning soon after.
I waited til she was done and walked up stairs and went to her bedroom door and knocked and just yelled "Was it good for you?!" then ran back downstairs laughing.
She comes down and throws her (pretty good sized silver) vibrator at me and we both had a good laugh. She admitted the guy was awful and she faked the whole time, just to get him to leave quicker.
For the record, I still call her "Silver Bullet" and no one else knows why.

 

Our old building was a loft, where you could hear everything in the adjoining units. Now, it was basically a commercial building, so most of the neighbors didn't live there. We had an artist studio on one side of us, and an architects office on the other side. But a couple, both artists, lived above us.

This couple hated each other. The weren't making any money. They would get drunk every night, and argue -- saying the meanest things to each other. I don't think they had sex the whole time I lived there.

On a couple of occasions, they sent us hilariously angry text messages complaining about how much noise we were making. We've saved them, and laugh hysterically about them on occasion.

 

Fifteen years ago I lived in an old factory apartment. Thick outside walls, but barely anything inside. The couple next door used to fight constantly. One night, he yelled at her: "I let you fuck two guys last night and you STILL wanted more?

And no, not attractive.

 

Suburban version...

At our last house the neighbors had a hot tub that was against our fence between the two houses. The wife next door was a cute MILF who treated herself to a boob job and tummy tuck when she turned 40. After she got home from the hospital she had no problem showing all the other women her knew bolt-ons.

They always had inappropriate conversations after a few glasses of wine and I git to hear a doozy of her reaming him out because "he never brought home decent porn anymore".

One day my wife came into the living room and was saying that she was naked in the hot tub. I asked how she knew and it turned out you could see there hot tub perfectly from my infant daughter's room.

I never did see and they moved shortly, still trying to figure out if her gutter mouth was a turn on or turn off.

 

Husband, or wife?

 

Either. Both.

 

Small world.

 

Went to Europe with three friends after graduating college. We were in a hostel in Amsterdam and were given two options - two beds in a six-person room or two beds in a larger, cheaper room. Me and one of my friends wound up in the smaller room. We went in and it was the two of us, a nerdy Asian guy and three attractive women speaking a language I had never heard (my guess is that it was Basque). No English with any of them.

So we go out and do Amsterdam things (well, just the smoking part of it) and come back to the hostel to pass out. Shortly after we turn in, we hear one of the Basque girls taking care of herself quite loudly (at least for a small room with strangers). Not wanting to ruin anything, I just enjoy the symphony.

The next morning, we talk to our other two friends and find out they were rooming with, among other people, a homeless man with a persistent cough.