Fucking Note Time. Give Me A Break on the Noise, Please!

Fucking Note Time. Give Me A Break on the Noise, Please!

So, have you ever heard of fucking note time? I just got one attached to my front door! LOL. The bright yellow post-it note read, “Fuck! We all know you love to fuck! But, why the fuck you gotta fuck so fucking LOUD?” And I could almost hear a sexy southern twang in the writer’s voice! It was simply signed, 4:35 AM! Giggle. Meanwhile, just reading it made my pussy start to drip but, I had places to go and people to see! No time for that! (Thoughtful grin). I mean, it’s not like a surprise pregnancy scare!

As I strode through the glamorous lobby, passing many a man and woman who all looked my way. Sure, I heard the occasional murmurings. Did I care? Not a bit. Hmmm. It did occur to me which of them was the author of my post-it note. Maybe, it was a collaborative effort? But, that didn’t slow down my mission as I slid past the valet at the front doors and into the seat of my car.

Driving slowly and keeping with the flow, my mind drifted back to fucking note time. I fished it out of my purse at the red light. Flipping it over I saw the absolute frustration in the writing. He (or she) had pushed so hard with the pen that it almost tore the paper on which it was scribed. Somebody wanted IN on the action! Haha. I held the paper to my lips and imagined letting him in on me. Let him know the pleasure of letting GO! I moved forward when I heard the light honk of the car behind me.

Have I Ever Participated in Fucking Note Time?

I thought back to a time in uni when everyone had whiteboards on their dorm-room doors with notes. And occasionally, some choice words. But, I had my first encounter with fucking note time, from the writer’s standpoint. Child’s play! The one I just got eXXXeeded that ten-fold! My note was along the lines of “Hey dick head! Put some OIL in that bedframe. THIS one I got was, as you know… WOW! Haha.

I entered the office and found three of my fave assistants on hand for the taking. And since I supposed I’d have to downsize on my at-home fucking, why not turn the office out?!? First CUM, first serve! My first helper licked my tits until they dripped and my chest was soaked in spit. He fingered me until I needed to change my skirt! The next had me sucking him until I was starving to drink him into submission. But, oh… the last one…

Want to Know the Story of Whoa! Sometimes, I feel like I’ve reached the pinnacle. So, here’s the skinny on that last guy. We had both stayed late to finish a project and I had gone to change into my gym clothes. I came back out in yoga shorts, a midriff top, and white sneakers. Yeah, Chuck Taylors! While I had changed in the washroom, he had decided on his office, with the door open! Can’t say I was CUMplaining! LOL

What Happens When Two Sets of Eyes Meet!

We looked at each other, and as if by divine intervention, we moved without haste. Fucking Note Time! I found myself attached to him with him licking at my neck and me, at his shoulders until he forced his throbbing dick into me with 2 thrusts! I let out a howl, much like a wolf in heat as he bit into my breast. Biting and clawing while accepting the most divine pleasures I ever had.

His dick slid over my lips and down to tickle my tonsils. I tasted the sweet-salty taste of his precum over and over again before getting to the fucking. He fingered my pussy to the beat of some song in the distance. A driving beat. I came with every move he made on me. He came twice. But, you know, men and women… Haha.

I don’t remember much of it, until the end when I looked up and saw the cleaning crew and half of the office staff. We’d been fucking all night! So, we gathered our things together to get out of there. Valet brought my car as he hopped into an Uber. I got back home doing the walk of shame to the elevators and rode up shaking my head at all I’d done. Looking at my door, I half expected to see another note. But, I’d been a “Dirty Stay-Out!” so, there wouldn’t have been anything to CUMplain about.

Oh, Neighbor, Neighbor! It’s Fucking Note Time!

While I searched for the Fucking note Time, I caught a glimpse of my new neighbor. We had never met, but talk about Karma! “YOU!”, we both said under our breath. It was Rebel, from the office. From FUCKING in the office fame! What? I said early on that an entire building knows of me. We laughed together and he finally said, “Wow! Well, I know now why the fuck you fuck so fucking LOAD!” That gave us both another laugh. These days there aren’t any new notes. I wonder WHY? Giggle.

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