After a long day of office working, my schedule finally leaves me spare time. I bathe as the rain tumbling down, drop by drop and the relaxing sounds trance me to the shower's steaming heat. What seems like a 15 minutes bath actually is 30 minutes of spa time, however I'm not surprised.

A breeze of frosty air rushes to my skin as I step out of the bathroom, grab myself a beer and lay myself before my opened laptop. Stretching my body, my eyes glancing back and forth the calender, making simple calculations in my head, exhale then lay my fingers down. I then drench myself in the world of fan fiction.

Wandering within my wild imaginations, for a while, I dim in my own fantasies. Oh, what if I make him do this...It's going to be so good! I couldn't help but salivate at the thoughts, what in the hell am I making my characters do? But my passionate heart wouldn't held in to the appropriate thoughts. Such smuttiness, I laughed and continue to enjoy myself. Until a great banging coming from next room, the walls here are thin so it can be heard easily. If I remember correctly, that room hasn't been occupied before, they must be new neighbor, I hope they're not having a fight. I stand up and go to the kitchen, preparing myself some snacks, what time is it? 11 pm I see, oh well.

I carry on so forth, the tumbling of feet follow the loud banging. A minute of silence or two, my ears pick on sound that seems to be viscous fluid press by shear stress, one to two times, the slobby sound continues, being lift and press again, in and out, somehow like that. My mind, still confused, I move along my fingers but still can't figure out what they're doing? Viscous fluid? What does that has to do with anything?

Sitting back again at my table, now it sounded like squirting of something, is that the viscous fluid again? That seems to be alot of squirts, the slobby sound then proceeds to jamming in and out, at least that's what I imagine it to be, the quality seems to be saliva-like. Nevertheless, I move on to my work, until a faint noise caught my attention, and the utters gets louder and louder, until nothing left but a messy cry. Pampering in it's rhythm then gets out of control,wobbly,  high pitch to that of a woman yet a little bit croaky, like a maniac moaning out of his way, an uncontrollable urge is vexing his figure.

My body blushes and goosebumps spring from my soften skin. "What in the world are they thinking??!!"