i did this twice: had to travel for business so i took a notebook with me.
in the evening i misused the device to stimulate my hotel room neighbors. i played a cd-rom containing some of my favourite sexsounds as loud as possible (notebook speakers aren´t too good but ok for this) and hoped for some reaction. until now i have not had any luck but maybe this was only caused by the fact that there were no couples staying in the adjoining rooms.
did anybody ever try the same?
yeppie
did you ever try this?
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getting others going
Yea, I've done that...making the sounds myself and had it work.
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Hi there,
I also once played sexy/fucking sounds from a video quite loudly with the speakers next to the wall in order to trigger my neighbors to have sex. They used to be quite loud and I have some recordings of them. However, after that day they musst have realised that other people could hear them as well and they became much quieter while fucking. So, for me id did not work.
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Tom
I also once played sexy/fucking sounds from a video quite loudly with the speakers next to the wall in order to trigger my neighbors to have sex. They used to be quite loud and I have some recordings of them. However, after that day they musst have realised that other people could hear them as well and they became much quieter while fucking. So, for me id did not work.
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Tom
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I would think in a hotel.... people may be more 'open to suggestion' than if they were in their flat/apartment.
I have never tried this approach myself.. but think if I did... would probably use some of my own archived material as it would sound more authentic.
Still though... I dont think it would have much affect on other neighbors to be loud (perhaps to have sex... but they probably would not want to get loud if they enjoyed the sounds as it would drown them out).
I have never tried this approach myself.. but think if I did... would probably use some of my own archived material as it would sound more authentic.
Still though... I dont think it would have much affect on other neighbors to be loud (perhaps to have sex... but they probably would not want to get loud if they enjoyed the sounds as it would drown them out).
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whistlingtom--too bad! Sounds like the scheme completely backfired! Bummer.
Still, I could see it maybe working at a hotel if you had the right neighbors there. Just play the sounds for a short while early in the evening and then stop and wait to see what you can hear. This seems like it might work if you knew there was a young couple next door. I used to drive limousines and I know that on prom night here in the U.S., couples often rent rooms and can get really wild.
Still, I could see it maybe working at a hotel if you had the right neighbors there. Just play the sounds for a short while early in the evening and then stop and wait to see what you can hear. This seems like it might work if you knew there was a young couple next door. I used to drive limousines and I know that on prom night here in the U.S., couples often rent rooms and can get really wild.
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Thanks Yeppie! I've been meaning to pose this question on this site as well.
During business trips I've tried rocking on a squeaky bed springs or gently having the head board hit the wall to entice my neighbors without luck. I had an apartment where my gf and I having sex enticed the neighbors, but no luck with artificial sounds on the road.
Excellent idea regarding the recordings. Maybe a combo of the recording and a squeaky bed would complete the illusion. Just a thought.
During business trips I've tried rocking on a squeaky bed springs or gently having the head board hit the wall to entice my neighbors without luck. I had an apartment where my gf and I having sex enticed the neighbors, but no luck with artificial sounds on the road.
Excellent idea regarding the recordings. Maybe a combo of the recording and a squeaky bed would complete the illusion. Just a thought.
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--> whistlingtom ... damn bad luck!
so we have learnt not to try this at home but only in hotels.
if anybody in here should try this sometime, please let us know if you´ve been luckier than i have been so far. as others have mentioned, it seems to work with real sex sometimes. i will definitely keep on trying when i´m staying in a hotel - using the notebook when i´m alone or mrs. yeppie when she´s available.
so we have learnt not to try this at home but only in hotels.
if anybody in here should try this sometime, please let us know if you´ve been luckier than i have been so far. as others have mentioned, it seems to work with real sex sometimes. i will definitely keep on trying when i´m staying in a hotel - using the notebook when i´m alone or mrs. yeppie when she´s available.
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Re: getting others going
hey otter, can you give us some more information about your success?otter_one wrote:Yea, I've done that...making the sounds myself and had it work.
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Well... don't know if it helps much... as I usually get stuck in a room that has NO neighbors (except maybe above/below).... but it does help with hearing the rest of the hotel (ear to the wall, etc).
Unfortunately.. either there are ghosts in the wall screaming or the sounds are so faint it is almost impossible to pinpoint where they are coming from.. since I swear each time I go to a hotel and put an ear to the wall I can hear someone screaming their lungs out... but when I take a stroll around.. cannot pinpoint where the noise is coming from.. ugh.
Unfortunately.. either there are ghosts in the wall screaming or the sounds are so faint it is almost impossible to pinpoint where they are coming from.. since I swear each time I go to a hotel and put an ear to the wall I can hear someone screaming their lungs out... but when I take a stroll around.. cannot pinpoint where the noise is coming from.. ugh.
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sounds and a story
Sounds >>
sometimes you're hearing water moving through to different floors, the hall ventilation system, and the elevator cables. It's amazing what your mind can translate those sounds into. I spent 30 minutes listening to some gal squeal her head off only to figure out it was a bad bearing in the air conditioner of the adjacent room.
Way back in the day, had a sort of girl friend (more of a friend - her choice because, well I'm a guy and I've guys I can hang out with and watch a ball game or go to the movies with... I don't have any guys with whom I'd ever want to have sex) who'd stayed on campus for the summer. I had to go up at the end of the summer session to get things straightened out with the registrars' office, help a buddy move and drink some beer.
I'd called Susan before going up to see if she wanted to grab dinner one evening. She thought it was a great idea. I get a call from her once I'm up there asking if we can change our plans and go out Thursday instead of Friday. Was fine by me... would let me go bar hopping with my buddies Friday night.
I pick her up at 5:00 (this was back when "Happy Hour" was from 5 to 7).
Susan was nicely turned out in a black sleeveless sweater and khaki shorts. (Blonde, large breasts - sort of like a young Barbara Streisand but with out the big nose). She introduces me to her room mate, Karen something (short, cute enough with dark hair and those really big glasses)... she was loading up this duffle bag of a back pack and headed to one of the campus libraries to study for her cryobiology final (or something like that).
Susan and I had a nice evening - Margarita's and Mexican food and then caught the first movie at the theater right off campus. It was like a real date and I was having a great time. After the movie, I suggested any one of the 10 bars within walking distance of campus. Susan agreed and I was thinking about how much more alcohol I’d have to buy her to get her into bed.
After one beer, Susan looked at her watch and said we needed to be getting back. It was only 9:30... With a disappointed shrug, I drove her back to her apartment and had resigned myself to a hug in the car and the hoots of derision from by buddies when I show back up at the house at 10:00 pm.
To my surprise, Susan invited me back up to the apartment. Okay, TV and popcorn THEN a hug and the door and I'm back at 11:30 and I might not catch a huge ration of shit.
After entering, we went into the living room - Susan stepped into the kitchen and returned with two beers, which to my surprise and delight did not get drunk right away. By the light of the TV screen, we necked like teens on the sofa while the parents were out. At one point Karen, who'd returned from the library before we'd come in and was hunkered down in her room studying for her last final the next morning, popped out for a soda and a potty break. Susan mumble a "hey" to her and let my tongue seek the refuge of a neutral corner.
Less than five minutes after this, Susan got up, smiled at me, turned and walked to her bedroom door (across the living room and right next to Karen's door). She paused and looked over her shoulder. I wish I could say I jumped up, swept her off her feet and tumbled joyously into bed with her. Unfortunately, I lacked (and still lack) the coordination and grace to pull anything like that... I lay there dumb struck for a moment (I still attribute it to the lack of blood flow to by brain), and preceded to trip over my shoes on the way up and out of her overstuffed couch.
A thud as I fell to the floor but I bounced up and over to Susan's open door before she could change her mind OR Karen could come out of the room to see the heard of elephants rampaging through the apartment.
Susan closed and locked the door behind me. Over the next several hours, she fucked the shit out of me. I mean howl at the moon, look for new box springs and a little paint and spackle will fix that right up. Now, this was back when I'd get hard if the wind blew and I was 21 - if Susan wanted to blow all night... hey, what are friends for.
We'd take a break and go again, go to the bathroom and go again, run to the refrigerator and go again. Susan was.... well, when you were 18 and whacking off at home on a Saturday night thinking about what sex was going to be like - the girl keeps cumming and screaming out your name over and over. At one point she was up and riding on my face, holding the head board and talking very dirty - about everything we'd done and all the things were going to do...
*hvy sigh > There's an old cartoon - "The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show". One of the features was a highly educated dog named Mr. Peabody (and his boy, Sherman). The pair were usually tasked with going back to observe or correct some mistake in the past. They had a device called the "Way Back" machine for their time travel adventures. Man, what I wouldn't give for that machine... Wink
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, we reached a point of mutual exhaustion. I couldn't tell you the time, Susan had a digital clock on a nightstand next to the bed... we knocked it off and broke it (no shit).
I was lying there; trying desperately to think of the right way to propose because THIS was the gal I was going to marry. Susan rolled over and whispered in my ear that she was a very, very bad girl. I chuckled, agreed with her and offered to spank her tomorrow - I was too tired to start anything else.
She laughed told me just how evil she was.... seems that Karen had a boyfriend that was on campus for the summer and that he had been sleeping over a night or two a week. Karen apparently enjoyed those evening and college apartment interior walls are thicker than those of a $25.00 a night hotel, they aren't that much thicker.
Susan had been really pissed because Karen had entertained Monday and Tuesday nights that week AND Susan had her finals Tuesday and Wednesday morning. While she wasn't actually trying to study in her room, she found it difficult to get a good night's sleep with her roommate tearing it up next door.
Also turned out that Susan hadn't gotten laid in the past six weeks.
So Susan had decided to scratch an itch and prove that payback is a woman at the same time.
Me - I was just the luckiest schmoe on the planet that night. Although thinking about it afterward, I suspected Susan was probably hamming it up a bit for Karen's benefit and asked her about it later. She would only admit to having been a little bit "theatrical"... and that I really was that good in bed and that no she wasn't into me that way and being friends was better. I looked her dead in the eye and asked her if she really meant what she'd said. Susan got a sad look, gave me a small nod and a soft "Yeah, just friends."
I grinned back at her (pretty bummed out about it but not willing to her know), and said...."Naw, about being that good in bed? And since we wouldn't be dating, would she mind telling all her friends Wink
I got punched.
Reg
sometimes you're hearing water moving through to different floors, the hall ventilation system, and the elevator cables. It's amazing what your mind can translate those sounds into. I spent 30 minutes listening to some gal squeal her head off only to figure out it was a bad bearing in the air conditioner of the adjacent room.
Way back in the day, had a sort of girl friend (more of a friend - her choice because, well I'm a guy and I've guys I can hang out with and watch a ball game or go to the movies with... I don't have any guys with whom I'd ever want to have sex) who'd stayed on campus for the summer. I had to go up at the end of the summer session to get things straightened out with the registrars' office, help a buddy move and drink some beer.
I'd called Susan before going up to see if she wanted to grab dinner one evening. She thought it was a great idea. I get a call from her once I'm up there asking if we can change our plans and go out Thursday instead of Friday. Was fine by me... would let me go bar hopping with my buddies Friday night.
I pick her up at 5:00 (this was back when "Happy Hour" was from 5 to 7).
Susan was nicely turned out in a black sleeveless sweater and khaki shorts. (Blonde, large breasts - sort of like a young Barbara Streisand but with out the big nose). She introduces me to her room mate, Karen something (short, cute enough with dark hair and those really big glasses)... she was loading up this duffle bag of a back pack and headed to one of the campus libraries to study for her cryobiology final (or something like that).
Susan and I had a nice evening - Margarita's and Mexican food and then caught the first movie at the theater right off campus. It was like a real date and I was having a great time. After the movie, I suggested any one of the 10 bars within walking distance of campus. Susan agreed and I was thinking about how much more alcohol I’d have to buy her to get her into bed.
After one beer, Susan looked at her watch and said we needed to be getting back. It was only 9:30... With a disappointed shrug, I drove her back to her apartment and had resigned myself to a hug in the car and the hoots of derision from by buddies when I show back up at the house at 10:00 pm.
To my surprise, Susan invited me back up to the apartment. Okay, TV and popcorn THEN a hug and the door and I'm back at 11:30 and I might not catch a huge ration of shit.
After entering, we went into the living room - Susan stepped into the kitchen and returned with two beers, which to my surprise and delight did not get drunk right away. By the light of the TV screen, we necked like teens on the sofa while the parents were out. At one point Karen, who'd returned from the library before we'd come in and was hunkered down in her room studying for her last final the next morning, popped out for a soda and a potty break. Susan mumble a "hey" to her and let my tongue seek the refuge of a neutral corner.
Less than five minutes after this, Susan got up, smiled at me, turned and walked to her bedroom door (across the living room and right next to Karen's door). She paused and looked over her shoulder. I wish I could say I jumped up, swept her off her feet and tumbled joyously into bed with her. Unfortunately, I lacked (and still lack) the coordination and grace to pull anything like that... I lay there dumb struck for a moment (I still attribute it to the lack of blood flow to by brain), and preceded to trip over my shoes on the way up and out of her overstuffed couch.
A thud as I fell to the floor but I bounced up and over to Susan's open door before she could change her mind OR Karen could come out of the room to see the heard of elephants rampaging through the apartment.
Susan closed and locked the door behind me. Over the next several hours, she fucked the shit out of me. I mean howl at the moon, look for new box springs and a little paint and spackle will fix that right up. Now, this was back when I'd get hard if the wind blew and I was 21 - if Susan wanted to blow all night... hey, what are friends for.
We'd take a break and go again, go to the bathroom and go again, run to the refrigerator and go again. Susan was.... well, when you were 18 and whacking off at home on a Saturday night thinking about what sex was going to be like - the girl keeps cumming and screaming out your name over and over. At one point she was up and riding on my face, holding the head board and talking very dirty - about everything we'd done and all the things were going to do...
*hvy sigh > There's an old cartoon - "The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show". One of the features was a highly educated dog named Mr. Peabody (and his boy, Sherman). The pair were usually tasked with going back to observe or correct some mistake in the past. They had a device called the "Way Back" machine for their time travel adventures. Man, what I wouldn't give for that machine... Wink
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, we reached a point of mutual exhaustion. I couldn't tell you the time, Susan had a digital clock on a nightstand next to the bed... we knocked it off and broke it (no shit).
I was lying there; trying desperately to think of the right way to propose because THIS was the gal I was going to marry. Susan rolled over and whispered in my ear that she was a very, very bad girl. I chuckled, agreed with her and offered to spank her tomorrow - I was too tired to start anything else.
She laughed told me just how evil she was.... seems that Karen had a boyfriend that was on campus for the summer and that he had been sleeping over a night or two a week. Karen apparently enjoyed those evening and college apartment interior walls are thicker than those of a $25.00 a night hotel, they aren't that much thicker.
Susan had been really pissed because Karen had entertained Monday and Tuesday nights that week AND Susan had her finals Tuesday and Wednesday morning. While she wasn't actually trying to study in her room, she found it difficult to get a good night's sleep with her roommate tearing it up next door.
Also turned out that Susan hadn't gotten laid in the past six weeks.
So Susan had decided to scratch an itch and prove that payback is a woman at the same time.
Me - I was just the luckiest schmoe on the planet that night. Although thinking about it afterward, I suspected Susan was probably hamming it up a bit for Karen's benefit and asked her about it later. She would only admit to having been a little bit "theatrical"... and that I really was that good in bed and that no she wasn't into me that way and being friends was better. I looked her dead in the eye and asked her if she really meant what she'd said. Susan got a sad look, gave me a small nod and a soft "Yeah, just friends."
I grinned back at her (pretty bummed out about it but not willing to her know), and said...."Naw, about being that good in bed? And since we wouldn't be dating, would she mind telling all her friends Wink
I got punched.
Reg