gloryhole

The glory hole booth in that old swinger club, 14th arrondissement, Paris. Tiny, dark closet. Barely lit by hallway glow through frosted plexiglass. Two holes at waist height. Heart hammers. I’ve cruised the corridors, hammam steam on skin, towel tight around hips. Watched that chubby woman get pounded, voyeurs stroking. Flirted awkwardly with a young…