The landlord lives next door to her![]()
If that's the case then I would ask what brand of earplugs the landlord uses.

The landlord lives next door to her![]()


but uh, what hotels do when they have a pair of lovebirds feathering the nest, so to speak, is call the room, and when the occupant answers, hang up. It both stops the action and puts a damper on things. So, I would take a cue from the hospitality industry and pound on their door, then run. A couple of good interruptions during the height of festivities should do the trick.
Apparently, it really kills the mood!
Ah the memories. My suitemate in college was "very friendly" with lots of guys and would invite them over in the afternoon. Consequently, her roommate often ended up in our room waiting for the all clear.
OMG, this just reminded me that my sister did that one time! but she really did think someone was being murdered next door!!If she's a screamer, call the cops and say you can hear your neighbor screaming and you're not sure what's going on but it sounds pretty bad. Otherwise I'd go with the whistles, applause and performance critique routine until the noise stops. Nothing worse than the guy hearing, "Hey! That was only 2 minutes this time. You sick or something?" from the other side of the wall.
the police came, my sister watched from her window and saw both the man and the woman at the door (1 in a robe, 1 covered w/a towel!) talking to the cop. then the cop went to my sister's door and assured her that everything was ok, while laughing!
my sister still wasn't convinced, she wanted the cop to go in their house and make sure there wasn't a 3rd person in there, a victim of some sort!!!! 

LOL-the guy who used to live upstairs from me had a girlfriend who was-vocal-they both worked shifts so it wasnt an all the time thing but they always managed to be there earlly in the morning when i can home from an overnight. Soooooo one morning i came home to the seranade-and i was-like my friend Tina going thru a period of being deprived for your freedoms and i had had enough. So i yelled "Ya know what-she's kidding-your not really that good". I never heard a peep again![]()

Record the noise and slip it under her door.

We lived in an apartment complex with the thinnest walls ever. My bedroom and bath had a shared wall with the people next door. I had no doubt that they could hear "noise" like we could.
However one night I'd had enough (probably because it was during a deployment drought) and I started banging on the wall and yelled "hurry up and get done and go to sleep"
I would leave a note on the neighbor's door letting her know that you can hear alot and maybe try to turn it down some.
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, I sure they could not quite look at you the same after that incident
