The other morning, I was feeling sleepy and lazy, so I called in late to work, cuddled up with Jesus, and went back to sleep. A couple of hours later, I was feeling frisky, which was a nice surprise considering that my sex drive has been MIA as of late. I woke up Jesus and we fucked. It was awesome. A few minutes later, I got him hard again, and we fucked a second time. And a few minutes after that, I repeated the process. Maybe it was because we hadn’t been having much sex lately, or maybe it was just because I absolutely love fucking Jesus, but it felt reallyreally good and I got reallyreally loud.
So, I’m clawing at the sheets and making a shit-ton of noise when we hear a knock at the door. We ignore it and keep fucking. And again, we hear a knock at the door. Jesus and I look at each other like, “What the fuck?” I could not believe that someone was going to knock on our door to tell us not to fuck so loudly! Jesus threw on a towel and answered the door.
“Hi, I’m your neighbor and I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. Is she alright in there? Is she sick or something?” Jesus assured the man that I was alright and thanked him for his concern. Jesus turned around and said, “That man looked genuinely concerned for your safety. I wonder if he thought you were giving birth in here or something.”
I guess next time I’ll try to keep it down. Or, you know, not.
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Bravo to you two! Well done !
At least he didn’t call the police. That happened to me once. It was quite embarrassing.
Hahahaha, ha.
I’d go with Not
Heeeeee.
It was actually kind of sweet for the guy to check. Not everyone would bother if they thought something untoward was going on. (Oi… talk about breaking in on a good moment, though. Geez.)