I can hear the neighbors having sex.  

She seems to enjoy it. As for him I have no vocal indications about his status. For all I know he might not even be there. But then again there’s a lot of tussling in bed which suggests there is more than one person involved.  

And when I say she’s enjoying it, I mean the real thing. Not that, I’m-faking-it-so-I-don’t-hurt-your-feelings kind of thing. Which I still can’t make my mind whether it’s coming from a good or bad place. Because if your woman fakes it to boost your confidence, that’s admirable. But if she uses it as chit chat ammunition for when she meets the girls for drinks, that’s disgraceful. 

Either way, men can tell when you fake it.  

In your head, it’s like you’re singing Adele while the radio is on full blast. He won’t be able to tell, right? What you don’t realize is that in our eyes, you’re just singing Adele at the top of your voice. No music. The voices you make are off pitch, borderline weird and your face looks awkward throughout the whole experience.  

Anyway. Back to the couple.

He’s probably keeping his eyes closed, focusing hard not to cum. Her smell, the softness of her skin, her voice, everything about her make him want to let go but he doesn’t want to make it about him. She needs more time to warm up. More time to relax and get into it. The stimulation for her comes internally. It’s her thoughts that need to get loose before her body follows.  

He knows all of that. But his body won’t obey. Does she know that?  

Blood raging through his entire body, clouding his thoughts, turning him into a wildling, entering a state of trance. He’s aware, but powerless. Actually no. He’s powerful; he’s so powerful that doesn’t know how to control it. He wants to be manly and dominant but not inconsiderate. Too slow is vanilla, too fast is like a failed attempt to recreate porn.  

There’s no more sound coming through the wall. He probably gave in. He’s probably ashamed.  

Does she know that?