Forget that Paris is for lovers. Paris is for fisters. It must be the
national gay sport here. Several gay venues cater almost exclusively for
that sexual choreography, such as Le Keller and The Glove
and it is commonly catered for in others. I bet they are trying to get
it included in the Gay Games should they ever be held in Paris. It's not
really my thing but it was interesting to observe, like you would flick
through an article in National Geographic: you don't really understand
it unless you're part of that particular urban tribal culture.
A
dozen or so sex-on-site venues compete for your favours and many
organise specialised evenings for particular tastes, so there is always
something that may tickle your fancy. Sunday afternoons seem popular for
the underwear and naturist crowds - they even put on a buffet for when
you get tired from all that meat and need some fibre in your system at L’Impact. One of the saunas, Mykonos, suddenly (we didn't know beforehand) became a spankers’ meeting,
so a lot of happy slapping of skin on skin, leather on skin and leather
on leather (there were a few mature guys there too) was sounding around
the steam rooms. In all, it was an excellent few days exploring and
experiencing.
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