There was a sex museum in paris. I was there about 4 years ago when I was 23 (m). This was in the evening so the place is pretty quiet. There was this room when pretty much there was only one other visitor. A female about early 20s. She was browsing an exhibition of cock figurines (I kid you not, it was a sex museum). I approached her and told her that I’m this size (pointing to a rather decently sized cock). She laughed and said no way (I’m asian so i guess there is a steoreotype). I was like “why dont you take a look yourself”? So we went to the bathroom and she took a look. And she went “oh wow you’re weren’t lying” but left the bathroom. Then about 15 min later she came back to look for me. She pulled me into the bathroom and started giving me head. One thing led to another and we spent the next 30 min in the bathroom lol.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ekh6tg/mf_fun_time_in_paris_museum
When I was in high school in southwestern Germany (US military base), we had a tradition that on the night of graduation, a bunch of kids would sleep over at someone’s house. Then, about 4-4:30 in the morning, we would pile into vans for the 3-4 hour drive to Paris. We would arrive just as the bakeries opened, hang out in Paris until 8-9 pm, them drive home.
All the way to Paris, in the van, I quietly fingered my gurlfriend under a blanket. It was so hot knowing we were surrounded by other (sleeping) people. She was so warm and wet, and she squirmed and shuddered subtly all night.
During the day, we found time to break off from the group. We found a sun-dappled spot on the banks of the Seine, wrapped that blanket around us, and made love before lunch like only two horny teenagers could. God, it was glorious. We were far from the only couple on the riverbank overtaken by lust. God bless the French.