Semua Bab DIRTY DREAMS: Bab 221 - Bab 223

The note taped to my door reads: Your vacuum at 7 AM on a SATURDAY violates the Geneva Convention. – 5BI peel it off and put it in the kitchen drawer with the other eleven, which is a habit I’ve decided not to examine, and then I stand in my own hallway holding the drawer open like a woman consulting evidence in a trial that will never happen. Six months of this. Six months since Ethan in 5B moved into the unit that shares my bedroom wall and started treating a residential building like a venue.The wall is the whole problem. My headboard touches it. My pillow is maybe eight inches from whatever he’s doing over there, and what he’s doing over there at any given hour involves sub-bass, because he produces music for a living, or he claims to, and the production apparently requires a volume that walks my water glass across the nightstand in tiny increments until it commits suicide onto the floor.I’ve filed three complaints. The building manager told me the noise policy is “more of a gu

Two fingers push back in while his mouth stays on my clit, and the combination undoes me faster than I’d like – under two minutes, because six months of arguing in doorways was foreplay and the first honest contact detonates everything that’s been stacking up since March.I cum against his mouth with my thigh locked over his shoulder and my hand fisted in his hair, and I’m loud enough that the downstairs neighbor is definitely awake now, and I don’t care, because for the first time in half a year I am making noise in this building on purpose.He stands up with his mouth and chin shining, looking obscenely pleased with himself.“Couch,” I say, pushing him backward by the chest.He goes down onto the cushions and I climb over him, and the springs make their specific squeak – the one I know, the one I’ve laid in the dark listening to while other women made sounds I pretended not to hear.There’s still fabric between us. I settle down onto the ridge of him through the joggers and grind, a