The Big One
My upstairs neighbor's sexual activity is so vigorous that it shakes the walls of my bedroom. This is less a testament to his prowess than a testament to the dilapidated state of Rhode Island housing. The more likely testament to his prowess is the shrieking of his female companion, which I couldn't detect a few nights ago when the little earthquakes began, but can hear quite well tonight.
Meanwhile, I lie on my back, wide awake, paralyzed by stress over the pages and pages of reading I need to do and the sleep I need to get, my bed moving in time with each of his thrusts, contemplating what it really, truly means to be fucked.
Meanwhile, I lie on my back, wide awake, paralyzed by stress over the pages and pages of reading I need to do and the sleep I need to get, my bed moving in time with each of his thrusts, contemplating what it really, truly means to be fucked.