The Sydney Morning Herald recently reported on a British woman who was forced by her local council to keep the accompanying sound effects to her love-making sessions to a minimum. Neighbours complained after she was reaching the high notes in the heights of ecstasy, disrupting the rest of her apartment block as they were sleeping.

Residents likened the screams of Caroline and Steve Cartwright’s passion to those of someone being murdered, saying that their “howling sounded “unnatural”, “hysterical” and “like they are both in considerable pain””.

This situation isn’t uncommon—most who have lived in the confined space of an apartment complex have either been the donor or recipient of menacing thumps on the wall due to raucous sex. A friend of mine who was oft led astray by her ravenous sexual appetite forgot that her bedroom window was beside a light well that serviced the entire building. Cut to knowing looks in the elevator from other residents each morning, my friend descending into shame on the journey to the ground floor.

Below, a note left in another friend’s (seriously, how do I know these people?!) post box after their noisy romps, the letter now taking pride of place on the refrigerator (except when their parents visit).

What are your thoughts on the matter? Should noisy love-makers keep it down or are their neighbours prudes? Cast your vote in the poll on the right-hand side and don’t forget you can sign in with one click to leave your thoughts in the comments section below.

(Thanks to Kirsten for the tip and Anonymous (you know who you are, you sex fiend!) for your shameful note.)

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