My French King spoils me every year for my birthday. I think he enjoys the look of shock and awe on my face, along with the worshipping that follows. This year was no exception. Our Parisian friends were out of town for the week of my birthday, which gave James the ultimate planning opportunity. Since James introduced me to sex clubs, he’s been dying to take me to two specific places in his capital city. I will let you sit on the suspense for the second location, but not to keep you sex enthusiasts too much on the edge of your seat, our first destination was a temple of love in the heart of the sex district: Moon City.
Before entering Moon City, I was warned that it was a “nude party.” By many, it’s considered the best sex spa in Paris. I will say, the appeal begins on the outside, as you feel you’re entering the set if an Indiana Jones film. Once you pass the threshold, the aesthetic only gets more dramatic…
But first, you must pay.
As mentioned in 8 Things You Should Know Before Going to a Sex Club, James and I only go to sex clubs on nights that single men are prohibited. So, as a couple we paid 68 euros for full day/night entry, which included six alcoholic beverages per couple (from a select list).
Because we arrived around 630PM, we were the youngest of the few couples there. We wouldn’t learn until evening that the crowd doesn’t thicken until 9ish, since that’s when dinner is served. Moon City is known for their buffet. Too be honest, I’m skeptical of a buffet on a good day, let alone in a place where everyone is sweaty and nude. I give it to them though, the food was fresh, organized well, and delicious. It helps that there were a lot of salads. Eating light in a place where nudity is required, I was not keen on walking around all bloated.
The club itself is quite astonishing. After being assigned a locker, and removing your clothes (you’re given a wrap to put around your naked body should you wish), you head downstairs. The bar is the point of entry. It is the brightest place in the club, as the rest is dimmed, red lights spilling onto the walls and floor, luring you deeper down the ignited hallway. The bar is lined with beautiful brown leather couches. They sit against wood walls with intricate engravings.
Beyond the bar is a jacuzzi. Unfortunately for the first few hours we were in Moon City, the jacuzzi wasn’t heating up. The staff, however, was quite generous, and as a result of this inconvenience, offered us more free beverages. I happily accepted.
Behind the adjacent wall of the jacuzzi are showers, and a staircase leading up to the sauna and “cuddle” rooms. The place is immense!
Sexual activity is permitted in all areas minus the jacuzzi; the cuddle rooms being the most popular place for intimacy. The sexual ambiance increased around 9PM, once everyone was loose after food and drinks. It was around that time that I recognized how popular James and I were becoming. Understand that if you are a little bit younger, and attractive, it’s easy to become the target in a place like this – I mean, it is a swinger’s bar after all.
By the time the jacuzzi was warm enough, it was flooded with horny couples. What an interesting thing to observe. No one spoke to each other. It was like viewing the nature channel – they all watched and waited – only, I couldn’t distinguish the hunters from the prey. The sexual energy was high, the sound was low. When J and I entered the jacuzzi, it was like an electric current shocked all the hungry ones. One-by-one they approached us, asking to switch. We rejected them kindly.
The sauna can be found on the floor above the jacuzzi. It is very dark, and is the only part of the club I felt vulnerable in. It is an intimate space, and unless you like that kind of physical closeness with strangers (may be the reason you, tbh), it can feel overcrowded.
As mentioned, Moon City seemed to attract a more mature crowd. As the night carried on, it became a 40:60 split (40% <40yo, 60% >40yo). Truth is, I felt more comfortable around the older crowd, as the men had a more subtle way of regarding me.
The first man who approached me came when James was ordering drinks. In my opinion, this is not proper etiquette, as he blatantly waited for James to be out of sight. The man was probably my age and was quickly accompanied by his girlfriend. He did most of the talking, admitting that his partner found me attractive. Similar to the jacuzzi encounters, James and I shut it down quickly and gently.
Eventually, James and I found a private cuddle room with a lock. You see, there are cuddle rooms without doors, whereby passersby can watch. At first it was relaxing and enjoyable, then I looked over J’s shoulder and noticed eyes peering through one of the holes in the shutters. After kindly telling the man we didn’t want to be watched, and him continuing to do it anyway, I poked him right in the eye, then stuffed my towel in the hole. I heard a small yelp, and foots steps disappearing down the corridor.
Although exhibitionism is a something I enjoy practicing every now and then, I need to be asked. For example, at the Oasis Aqualounge in Toronto, I have very much enjoyed putting on shows for passersby; however, there is a different level of consent and distance between you and others there, as opposed to the sex clubs I’ve experienced in France.
As much as that peeping Tom was a nuisance, I felt safe in Moon City. It was a very secure and semi-clean place to be. I say “semi” only because people don’t necessarily clean up after themselves before leaving the cuddle rooms. Which means, if you are desperate for some privacy like we were, be prepared to move a condom out of the way and wiping down the beds before using them.
Because James and I aren’t swingers, I felt a little on-guard in Moon City. We love the ambiance of clubs – the sexual atmosphere, dark mood, and the sense of luxury. Being in a sexual environment can be quite exhilarating for the two of us. As well, we are both open and curious in speaking to others and exploring diverse lifestyles through conversation. We understand that this may be frustrating for some, as conversations often lead to physical interactions in these places. For that reason, and the numerous times we were approached, I couldn’t fully let go.
Moon City was a cool place to be. The moment you walk in, you forget you’re in Paris. In fact, you forget you’re in France. As well, the division between the sex area and bar offers diverse atmospheres, depending on what you prefer, or what mood you’re in. You can go back and forth as you please. Generally speaking, J and I aren’t too fond of steam rooms or saunas – we don’t care for extreme temperatures – but if it’s something you like, this place won’t disappoint you.
If you ever find yourself in Paris with nothing to do, I recommend Moon City. Remember, not every night is couple’s night, so do your homework! Otherwise you may have a hundred peering eyes, instead of just two.
Until next time,
Fuck well, friends!
Quean Mo xx
So, tell me, what are your thoughts on sex clubs? Have you ever been to one in another country?