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From Jake
Several years ago while my wife and I were on vacation we stayed at a motel where several bikers were staying. In the room next to ours these two men about 40 and a lady who looked to be about 25 stayed the night. That night we could hear her squealing and something banging on the wall for about an hour and a half! The next morning I was in the lobby getting coffee and one of the guys that was with her told me that he hoped that they didn't disturb us too much and told me that they had double teamed her! Shocked, I said that I hoped she was OK and he said that it was she that wanted to have them both. Laughing, he said it was like riding a bull in a rodeo! I told my wife what he said and she said "No wonder she squealed so much!".

From Anonymous
When my husband and I were first married, we lived in an apartment complex with very thin walls, and like most newlyweds, we were very, very enthusiastic about sex. One particular night, my hubby got particularly vigorous in his fucking, banging our headborad loudly against the wall. I was crying out with every thrust, greatly enjoying a good, hard fuck after being eaten out and having two screaming orgasms just prior...oh, yeah, it was great...and we finally fell asleep, sweaty and exhausted, around midnight...only to be awoken at 3 a.m. by a very loud knock at the door. My hubby quickly pulled on his sweatpants and staggered out to answer, and I was right beind him in a robe.

At the door stood two cops, who said they were responding to reports of a "domestic disturbance." My husband assured them that everything was fine, and the cops, after looking over our sleepy, dishelveled selves for a very long minute, apologized for disturbing us, said we should "keep it down" in the future, and left. (It was the shorter, stouter one in the front who did all the talking; the taller, skinnier one in the back was silent the whole time, but to this day I am pretty sure that he winked at me as they left!) We moved out of that complex several months later but in the meantime we tried to keep it down, something that was tough for me...I like to be vocal, I think my orgasms are more intense when I vocalize them.

These days my hubby and I live in a condo, but apparently the walls are not so thin as they were in our old apartment, as we have never had a noise complaint...though a young guy that used to live next door to us used to smile at me occasionally when we passed on the staircase, often on the mornings after my husband and I had sex...apparently, he enjoyed the show!

From Kat
When I was younger I always thought that being loud wasn't right to do for a young lady. I certainly was wrong! For me louder the better. It validated myself. When my son was born I stopped doing it for fear he'd hear me. I'd clamp my hand over my mouth. For this reason I was somewhat glad when he moved out. I felt awful thinking that.

I have yelled until my throat hurts, sounded like a wounded animal and I even growl and bark like a wild animal. I still do that but since getting older I have added what I call my silent scream. When my mouth is open only my breath comes out. I've had neighbors smile at me in that special way that they knew what you had done. I had a neighbor knock on my door and ask me to not make so much noise. I didn't care, I was in my home.

Now it's still loud but when I come I can't stop laughing! I don't know what that's about. I only know that all the noise helps me. It's worth my sore throat.

From Pat
I was anorgasmic till I was around 42. The first time I managed to overcome that, I made so much noise that my partner stopped what he was doing because he was afraid the neighbours would come banging on the door or call the cops worried I was being murdered or raped or something (I really did sound dreadful...crying, screaming, moaning, the whole nine yards...and LOUD). Problem ...for ME...was that I was enjoying myself and didn't want it to stop!! By the time he backed off, I'd already had about six consecutive orgasms and was wondering if my body could take any more...but it felt so good, I didn't care!
 
From Rose
When I first got my Hitachi wand, I was using it, alone in my bedroom, and my husband was upstairs. Well, after the screaming had stopped, he came downstairs, stuck his head in the room and said, "Did you say something?" (I'm just very grateful that our nearest neighbours, on either side, are each about a half  mile away and there's a good bit of forest between our house and theirs.)

From Anonymous
I like to be loud. My husband doesn't. He always wants to stifle my moans or cries, and is constantly telling me to be quiet. He turns on the stereo, thinking  it will disguise the fact that I'm having an orgasm! He will never have sex at my parent's house when we visit because he's afraid they'll hear us. I mean, seriously, the idea that I come from a family of ten children, combined with the fact I've been married to him for over 20 years, does he really think my parents don't know by now that we have sex!?

From Oxartes
My only other sleep-with lady friend before I was married was a Finnish exchange student who worked at the same seaside restaurant I worked at in the summer of 1984.  We became friendly & started going out.  We never got past kissing.  When the summer was over, she went back to Finland and I went back to university to start my senior year.

In winter break of that year, I visited her, flying from New York to Helsinki.  She met me at the airport & we went to a small hotel in Helsinki.  When we got to the hotel, she asked me if I wanted to sleep with her.  I nodded & she then showed me the birth control pills she had been taking for two months prior to my arrival.  Needless to say, we made love, a lot, during my 2.5 weeks in Finland. 

For New Year's Eve 1985, we took a bus trip from Helsinki to Leningrad (as it was still called then) & spent two nights at the Hotel Moskva on Nevsky Prospekt. Aside from drinking A LOT of Georgian champagne on New Year's Eve, we spent most of our time in our hotel room screwing.  I asked my lady friend if she thought the rooms were bugged.  She said that the Finns' rooms probably were not since Finnish tourists were very common.  But since I was the only non-Finn (and an American capitalist at that!) in a group of about 30 Finns, she said our room probably was bugged.  So, I suggested that we should give them something worth bugging.  She agreed & we did it as enthusiastically & as vocally as possible, every which way possible, as often as possible, while we were there.

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