LGBT Hotels in Paris, France

Uncategorised Posted by gaytravel on Mon, Apr 1st, 2019 @ 10:34:43 AM 216 0

Dominique worked as a receptionist for the Ritz hotel in Paris, France. On a certain day there entered a man in the hall as he never had seen a man before. In any case that was his impression of the moment. Dominique finished his umpteenth booking with the necessary smiles and winks and suggested bringing the man to his room who wanted to decline the offer. But thanks to his fluency with which he had been born but also had acquired during his five-year career in the tourism sector, Dominique made use of the clumsiness so typical for people of the saving middle class and moreover could haggle an appointment in the sauna of Molière hotel.

At 6 o’clock Dominique walked in a hurry to Hotel Molière. Over there he did a little chat with one of the receptionists who at last friendly stood up to join him to the Spa area. He disappeared in a closet against the wall and reappeared in a suitcase for massage. The latter joined the receptionist on his tour around the Spa, tried out a home trainer and at least followed his guide to the sauna.

Dominique never had a blue card neither this time. Around seven thirty he and Jean laid down on two adjacent massage tables covered with a thick layer of cream being kneaded by two discrete professionals. “Look guy” Jean told Dominique at a certain moment
“I usually do not respond to this kind of advances at all but I have a problem I would talk about with any listening ear in the world”.
“Well,” Dominique replied “I propose to extend our being together for tonight. You don’t have to pay anything.”
“Well, that’s great. Normally I can’t go in on this because what do I tell my husband? He’s not only my knight but especially my accountant. He regulates my expenses and promotions on my work. In short, he is the coach of my career. In any case I’ll pay everything back later but I still have to find out how. I accept the proposal.”

In the taxi to Four Seasons Hotel George V Jean continued his story. We’re now together for a couple of years but I can’t take any initiative anymore. My husband who’s name I prefer to omit literally controls everything of me.
“Oh and do you do the same with him?”
“Certainly.”
The taxidriver looked a little bit curiously in their direction until Dominique noticed it and said:
“Sorry I can’t help you” after which the taxi stopped before the hotel. Nevertheless Dominique urged Jean to quit the car and take dinner on the terrace.

They found an exclusive table in one of the gazebose on the roof. After the Aperitive Maison they started the most heated financial brainstorm since Satoshi Nakamoto.
“Have you ever heard about the Monero?”
Jean blinked.
“And do you know that you can run a completely legal store with Monero payment system?”
“Of course I do. Everybody knows it. Even though Monero is bla bla bla bla. And if Monera bla bla bla, then bla bla bla Monero! Bla bla definitely bla Monero!” Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla!