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Erotica by Joe Tortuga


(from the archives, MF, Rom)

February 06, 2013

I heard it the first time the day I helped move my girlfriend Sylvia into her new apartment. We’d gotten the furniture situated, put the bed together, and unpacked the sheets. After that we were too exhausted to do more than go to bed.

We hadn’t put up any of the clocks, so I had no clue what time it was, but it was late. That’s when the squeaky noises coming from the apartment upstairs.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Dunno,” came my girlfriend’s sleepy reply. “Worry later.”

I curled up behind her and went to sleep, wondering.

The next weekend, she called me, “I just need some stuff taken into storage and I’ll be done unpacking. Can you come over?”

“I’m on my way.”

When I got there, she had a few boxes in the den for me to carry to the outside storage area. “There’s a couple more in the bedroom,” she told me when I finished. When I’d finished, there it was again, the squeaky noises.

“What’s that?” I asked her again.

“Oh, that. That happens every night at 12:30, is what.”

“And on Saturdays too?”

“I guess so,” she said, chuckling.

I grinned and took out the last few boxes.

I hung around most of the day, helping Sylvia do little errands around the house, storing stuff away or shelving her large collection of books. Every half hour or so, the squeaking would begin again. Usually for just a few minutes then there would be another half hour break.

I was helping her make her bed, when we heard them again. Sylvia looked up at the ceiling, “Go for it, dude!” she said, laughing.

He stopped about two minutes later. I just shook my head, “Poor girl.” I caught Sylvia’s eye just as she started laughing hard. I just grinned.

Now my girlfriend’s apartment is situated such that the bedroom and den are right next to each other. I was sitting on the couch, waiting on some of her patented chicken strips, when I heard a repeated thud coming from the bedroom. I walked around, and realized that no, it was coming from upstairs. “Sylvia,” I called, “listen to this!”

She walked into the bedroom just as it the thudding picked up again. Then it paused, and went there were several more thuds. Then a pause, and it repeated. Sylvia looked up at the ceiling and arched her brow, with a wicked grin.

“Headboard.” I said. She just nodded.

“You’d think they’d have worn out by now.”

“Yeah he doesn’t last too long.” Just as she said it, the thudding stopped. “See?” she said.

“Well, maybe he’s just teasing her,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, a little bit every so long—keeping her going.”

She laughed and cocked her head like she does when she’s pondering something. “He better be careful. I’d have killed him by now.”

That night in bed, we talked. “I’m amazed they kept it up all day,” I said, running my hand up and down her side, feeling her skin.

“Yeah.” She reached out and caressed my face with her free hand.

I moved my hand down to her breast, gently cupping it in my hand. “I mean such…stamina. Maybe they’re newlyweds.”

I caressed her nipple with my thumb, and she closed her eyes and slowly breathed in. “I — that feels good — I guess that’s one possibility.”

“You have another idea?” I asked, moving my hand around and down, caressing the small of her back.

“Maybe…It could be something boring, you know.” I teased her nipple a bit as she spoke. “Or something more exciting.”

I could take a hint. “Maybe it’s not newlyweds, then.” I leaned forward, and licked her nipple with my tongue. “Maybe it’s someone with…appointments.”

“She sighed, and then asked “Like what?”

I sucked her breast into my mouth, then let it go. “Maybe she’s a working girl.” I said, blowing on her breast, watching her nipple crinkle. “This isn’t that high class a neighborhood.” I nipped gently at her nipple.

“Why would anyone do that?”

I slid my hand down to her ass, and licked her other nipple. “Money?” I asked. I gently nibbled on her nipple. She moaned. I pulled her closer.

“Because she likes it?” I added, pulling her breast back into my mouth, while licking her nipple. That always drives her crazy.

Right then, the squeaking started again. My girlfriend moaned, and rolled me on my back. “If she liked it,” she said, while impaling herself on my cock, “Then she’d just give it away. She wouldn’t need appointments. Unless—” She sighed, and began rocking back and forth on my cock.

“Unless?” My hands went up to her breasts, squeezing those beautiful nipples.

“Unless—ugghh — unless, she was just horny all the time. Dragging her man to bed every so often to relieve that *need*” She lost control at this point and began riding me hard.

“Seems like that would wear most men out, he must be a real stud.” I moved my hands down to her ass, pulling her close, and then leaned up, nibbling on her nipples, and sucking her breasts.

“Yes, yes, that’s it,” she said riding me harder, pressing her body down to get all of my cock inside. I increased the pressure on her nipples. “Oh. I’m, I’m… I’m” My orgasm quickly followed after hers.

She collapsed on me. “Then she’d need appointments.”


“To give him time to get it back up.”

“What?” The sex had made me a bit fuzzy.

“The woman. Upstairs.”

“Oh, right,” I said. We cuddled for a few minutes, then I felt her hand on my body again, caressing my cock, getting it harder.

“Your thirty minutes are up, stud muffin.”

Later the next week she called me on the phone.

“I was out walking the dog last night, and I met my upstairs neighbor.”

“Oh?” I said. “Do tell.”

“He’s a policeman. Works out to keep in shape.”

“That’s kind of disappointing,” I said. “But makes sense.”

“Yep, like I said, something boring.”

She’s always right.

Joe Tortuga

Written by Joe Tortuga a bisexual dominant erotica writer and programmer (he/him). Follow me on Twitter