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How do you deal with this predicament
At uni though, my best friend once phoned me saying he could hear a girl downstairs screaming "No! No!" We told him to contact college security, who came round, by which time the noise had stopped. They made my friend knock on the door, and the girl and her boyfriend opened it in their dressing gowns looking slightly dishevelled. He explained he'd heard terrifying screams, and they looked bashful and said they'd been roleplaying. A rape game. Pretty awkward for all concerned.
I told them I was sorry, but said it was strange because I'd never heard any noise coming from their room. As it quickly dawned on me what that probably indicated about their (non)sex-life, the gent and I exchanged slightly mournful looks.
It's loud and graphic buggery, and they like it best at 4am. The more effete of the two guys screams and shrieks. It also sounds like he gets slapped about a bit. At first I thought it might be oddly tantalising, but I'm fed up with it now and look forward to moving. To a detached house. Partly because I keep thinking if I can hear them, then vice versa, and because my voyeuristic streak is running out.
and everyone would be happy.
put through quite loud speakers so that they can defo hear it. then they will know that you can probably hear them too.
or, record it, then burn to a CD, then slip the CD under their door (i am not responsible for anything that happens to you if you do this)
Rather than have louder sex yourself, play your porn louder :D
turn it up loud. they will feel to awkward to continue having sex.
that felt really terrible. especially as it was quite late at night :/
it's a very old building so everything starts shaking, especially the massive lamp i have hanging down from the ceiling
but it's all petered out over the last few months
They're still together but I guess the fire has gone out of their relationship
In somewhere I used to live the guy next door played a porn film at full blast at eleven o'clock one night, deliberately turned up so that everyone in my room and the corridor outside could hear. I've still not figured out why.
But I can hear him working on his fairly shitty dubstep tunez an awful lot. Like right now.
YOU'RE ALLOWED TO USE MORE THAN ONE SYNTH SOUND, YOU MONG!
I think I'd prefer sex noises at this point, if only for a bit of variety.
...of my last neighbour who fancied himself as Yorkshire's one-man answer to NWA. Quite entertaining to hear him laying down "fat riddims" at 2pm on a Sunday afternoon, hollering about guns and ho's in a Northern accent.
Back to the topic, our current neighbour belongs to the school of the howling banshee when they're going at it. You never hear him, strangely enough, which leads me to believe that he's either mute or just not into his ladyfriend raising the decibels.
We used to live in a tenement flat in Edinburgh with two couples above us - one middle-aged (and middle-earthed, by the look of them) cardigan-wearing save-the-whales aging hippies and a reasonably pretty lesbian couple. Guess which were the most vocal? Every Saturday morning, we were treated to John and Yoko grunting away like asthmatic walruses, while the other couple...not a f*cking peep. No justice in this world.
...that felines, alive or otherwise, were so combustible. Perhaps we've still yet to learn the true facts of how the Navy Seals took out Bin Laden.
One of the lads next door tends to do bouncybouncy in the morning. You can hear his bird moaning.
I don't mind it. At least she probably can't help it, as opposed to when the lads next door start going mental at eachother trying to kick eachothers doors down etc.
They once had a fucking massive fallout and one of them locked himself in the other's room, saying he was gonna piss in his shoes. Then the Sith Ifrican guy replied "I'LL CAVE YUR FECKIN HEAD IN IF YI DI."
When I was in halls my friend's room was next to the hot girl's room and he said he could hear and her boyfriend and it made him feel really awkward.
in an apartment with those thin sliding paper screens that the Japanese use for bedroom doors. My flatmate (American) had a b/f (Japanese) who used to turn up around 10.00 pm most nights, they'd make dinner, eat and then disappear into the bedroom to get busy.
She was pretty vocal, but by far the worst thing was the little subtle sounds, the wet slapping & sliding noises. It really was like you were in the room with them.
Also the fact that they obviously got off on being overheard, or she did anway, like next morning she'd be all "Oh shit, I hope you didn't hear anything last night, we might have gotten a bit carried away, oh man I'm so embarrassed" while smiling coyly. Yeeeesh.
He was pretty funny though, one day I got him on his own and told him that I could hear everything they did, just to see what his reaction would be. He smiled this slow smile and said - in the only English I ever head him speak - "She... so... rike... cock"
that reflects more on their sex lives then the thinness of the walls, as I can hear them having quiet conversations. They must have heard me at it though.
so from room to room in our house you can't hear anything even when the stereo is cranked. But our single housemate upstairs, who only gets laid once every six months, somehow manages to fill the house with her primal screams when she finally does get some.
It's like someone slicing open a lion. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end