My First Glory Hole Thrill: Nervous Surrender in the Sauna Dark
The cramped glory hole booth in Le Mississippi sauna club reeked of sweat and anticipation. Olivier’s hand squeezed mine tight as we ducked inside. Door clicked shut. Pitch black beyond the wide slit in the white wooden wall. My stomach knotted. Heart thumped like a trapped bird. I’d dragged him here after the tour, past…