Love is all around in Paris - sort of

I recently stayed a week in this charming little hotel in the center of Paris, France.

It was a low budget hotel, with a rockhard bed and walls thin as paper. My nextdoor neighbours (as I found out the first night) were VERY much in love, and they were not afraid to let the world know…

They were also very much french, because she said “aaaahhhh oui” A LOT. I have heard stories that when french women say yes, they really mean no, and the other way around.

Maybe it is true, but I don`t think it applied to this particular french woman.

So what did I do…? Not much I could do but listen. I was dead tired after having travelled during the day, and I couldn`t really relax. And the romantic couple on the other side of the wall didn`t help. But I was kind. I stayed cool and tried to think of something else.

I could hear him breathing, I could hear her go from aahh oui, to j´adore… and then a climax and silence. Fantastic, good for them I thought!

But.

Round two.

I felt like I was two steps away from being in a threesome. (One  step closer would have been if I was sitting on a chair in the room watching… No step at all and I would have been in the bed.) I started to feel uncomfortable and I grinded over the fact that I had gone for a cheap hotel. A cheap hotel near Moulin Rouge non the less. “That´s what I get for booking a hotel in the sex area..”

Is this normal for french people? Or was it a trip for the couple to play with the neighbours like this? Maybe they just didn`t think, because they were SO caught in the moment, and obviously each other..

After round three she stood up, knocked over a glass of water and I could here him lovingly point out her clumsiness.

During round five he was completely quiet, but she made up for it. I guess his mouth was busy doing something other than talking…

She must have been in heaven. She moaned and screamed and had the time of her life. And when she got closer to the orgasm, she suddenly stopped and laughed out loud. Not a giggle or a nervous laughter… This laughter came from her soul. It was a laughter that came from pure happiness.. and even if I at this point was a cranky bitter neighbour, I was smiling for her..

Tick tack, tick tack….

3.00 am.

COME ON ALREADY….!!!!

I was a little jealous, sure. I also want to be a woman that has amazing sex with somebody that I love, somebody that can make me come over and over and over again.. I wanna be free enough to not care if every single person in the hotel hear.

(Why is nobody else on this floor reacting.. are they deaf?)

But I kept quiet, thinking that love is a beautiful thing and I am an adult. I can handle this… Around 4.00 am it was finally over.

Or so I thought…. Here we go again. Are they machines or something..? Do they do it just to bother me? Of course not. This is Paris, the city of love..

Did I snap? Yes, I did.

I screamed into the hallway; Shut the fuck up, people are trying to sleep..!! I slammed the door like a little kid that was not allowed to go out and play. And immediately I felt regret. Shit, what did I do? What if he feels embarrased now? What if he blames her for making too much noise, what if I will be the cause of a fight…?? I know how easy it is to put a splint between lovers.

But then came her giggle… and his.

Phew… Now shut the fuck up!! They did.

And the next night they were gone. I will never know if their vacation was over, or if they changed hotels..? What were their names? I have no idea. Will they get married, maybe they already were..? Maybe this was their honeymoon. And many years from now they will still tell each other the story, of how they pissed of the neighbours in the hotel by making crazy love all night long..

I hope so. I would like that. And in the right spirit of karma, when I am on my future honeymoon… I swear to God, the nighbours (the poor bastards) are going to hear my love!!

Love is all around I guess.

That`s what I want. Peace and love!

This night I represented the peace.. they were the love..!