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I am travelling from eastern France to Calais next week, and I wonder if anyone can suggest a good address to indulge my interest in OWO/CIM on the way. I wondered if there is anything going on in Luxembourg. France seems to be a bit of a desert apart from Paris, and I'm not going that way.

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I am travelling from eastern France to Calais next week, and I wonder if anyone can suggest a good address to indulge my interest in OWO/CIM on the way. I wondered if there is anything going on in Luxembourg. France seems to be a bit of a desert apart from Paris, and I'm not going that way.

I have a feeling this post is going to sink without trace! Maybe deservedly.

I really don't understand why France doesn't have a similar scene to the British (or German) one. We Brits/Krauts share to some extent a similar ethnic origin (OK, it's a generalisation), given the migrations to Britain from eg. Saxony in the 5C/6C. Is that why we are more comfortable with paying for sex/providing it for payment than folks from southern Europe? What cultural influences explain this?

My very first paid-for sex experience was in France, but that was in the 1960s. A lifetime later here I am, all dressed-up and nowhere to go!

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I have a feeling this post is going to sink without trace! Maybe deservedly.

I really don't understand why France doesn't have a similar scene to the British (or German) one. We Brits/Krauts share to some extent a similar ethnic origin (OK, it's a generalisation), given the migrations to Britain from eg. Saxony in the 5C/6C. Is that why we are more comfortable with paying for sex/providing it for payment than folks from southern Europe? What cultural influences explain this?

My very first paid-for sex experience was in France, but that was in the 1960s. A lifetime later here I am, all dressed-up and nowhere to go!

I don't know why France Is a bit of a punting desert. Paris was In the past renowned for It's brothels, I hear many French punters head over to Belgium and Germany to punt.

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I don't know why France Is a bit of a punting desert. Paris was In the past renowned for It's brothels, I hear many French punters head over to Belgium and Germany to punt.

So, any ideas for somewhere, close to the German or Belgian borders? The FKK clubs which feature often on here, seem to be quite a way into Germany, and a large detour on my journey to Calais is not ideal.

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this may help in france.

http://www.youppie.net

you could always nip to brussels. go to the Nord station an in rue d'aschott there are loads of girls in shop windows.

There is also an expats mag in brussels, written in english where there are some adverts. You can find it on station bookstalls.

I believe there is some activity in Antwerp but I never found it. But I didnt go there much.

And we did notice many small towns in Flanders part of Belgium have 1 shop with a girl in it....

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There is a small but active red light zone in antwerp. IIRC it is to the NE of the main town square (the one with the big fountain in it) towards the docks. Large red pole with a flashing light at night helps find the place.

HTH

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So, any ideas for somewhere, close to the German or Belgian borders? The FKK clubs which feature often on here, seem to be quite a way into Germany, and a large detour on my journey to Calais is not ideal.

Probably Brussels is the only place not too far out of your way.

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I don't know why France Is a bit of a punting desert. Paris was In the past renowned for It's brothels, I hear many French punters head over to Belgium and Germany to punt.

History, mate! History!

Pre WW2 France, probably outside Paris, the brothels were operated nation-wide by two families, who co-operated whole-heartedly with the German occupying forces.

After the liberation a combination of HH style feminazis and Gaullists out for revenge on all collaborators produced the Loi Marthe Richard, which didn't just make prostitution illegal, but nationalised all the houses, furniture and equipment, as well as the girls who were sent off to compulsory rehabilitation.

It seems, and at this hour of the morning I'm not about to dig out my (rather old) copy of the Code Penal, that prostitution on its own remains illegal, and that the authorities, outside Paris do do something about stamping it out when they have a moment free.

Neither Calais, nor Dunkirk, according to the proprietor of the Calais porn shop, have any WG - one just tanks on up the autoroute to Ostend, I gather!

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History, mate! History!

Pre WW2 France, probably outside Paris, the brothels were operated nation-wide by two families, who co-operated whole-heartedly with the German occupying forces.

After the liberation a combination of HH style feminazis and Gaullists out for revenge on all collaborators produced the Loi Marthe Richard, which didn't just make prostitution illegal, but nationalised all the houses, furniture and equipment, as well as the girls who were sent off to compulsory rehabilitation.

It seems, and at this hour of the morning I'm not about to dig out my (rather old) copy of the Code Penal, that prostitution on its own remains illegal, and that the authorities, outside Paris do do something about stamping it out when they have a moment free.

Neither Calais, nor Dunkirk, according to the proprietor of the Calais porn shop, have any WG - one just tanks on up the autoroute to Ostend, I gather!

I am sure the historical background is exactly as you say, but my experience of the late 1960s/1970s is very different to how things are now. I used to travel frequently on business to Bordeaux, and I remember very well the nightly parade of girls in the old town, and around the circular market. Egged on by friends, and more than a little of the local wine, I let one of them take me to her nearby hotel room. She came from Nice, she told me, before providing with my first blow job experience.

Another journey took me to Strasbourg, where I watched from my hotel room window as a very good looking girl appeared and lingered in the classic pool of light under a lamp-post for a moment before a car stopped and she was off.

My point is that all of this seems to have gone, but I can't believe men in France have suddenly become celibate. What is going on? Do they all drive to Belgium or Germany?

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I am sure the historical background is exactly as you say, but my experience of the late 1960s/1970s is very different to how things are now. I used to travel frequently on business to Bordeaux, and I remember very well the nightly parade of girls in the old town, and around the circular market. Egged on by friends, and more than a little of the local wine, I let one of them take me to her nearby hotel room. She came from Nice, she told me, before providing with my first blow job experience.

Another journey took me to Strasbourg, where I watched from my hotel room window as a very good looking girl appeared and lingered in the classic pool of light under a lamp-post for a moment before a car stopped and she was off

I suspect that what you describe was more akin to a kind of 'swinging 60s' scene and that some/many/all of the women who at that time were feeling a bit 'loose' decided to line their pockets while they were at it.. in other words they were perhaps not professionals or at any rate not 'organised'.

But I could be wrong :)

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My point is that all of this seems to have gone, but I can't believe men in France have suddenly become celibate. What is going on? Do they all drive to Belgium or Germany?

I think you have to be right! I do (now) recall having a little time in Toulouse in '82, between the Gare Principale and the Airport, when close to the station there was a good choice, and appropriate small hotels to support them.

A gentleman of any reasonable "standing" can be expected to have "une petite amie", but for the lower orders? Perhaps some good soul can better inform both of us?

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So, any ideas for somewhere, close to the German or Belgian borders? The FKK clubs which feature often on here, seem to be quite a way into Germany, and a large detour on my journey to Calais is not ideal.

There are clubs around the areas of Karlsruhe and Saarbrueken. There are even reports of Frenchmen traveling as far as Koeln, to fkk-Samya.

The N43 Between Kortrijk and Gent has quite few brothels on the side of the road. The punting In Oostende wasn't to good, few overpriced window girls.

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History, mate! History!

Pre WW2 France, probably outside Paris, the brothels were operated nation-wide by two families, who co-operated whole-heartedly with the German occupying forces.

After the liberation a combination of HH style feminazis and Gaullists out for revenge on all collaborators produced the Loi Marthe Richard, which didn't just make prostitution illegal, but nationalised all the houses, furniture and equipment, as well as the girls who were sent off to compulsory rehabilitation.

It seems, and at this hour of the morning I'm not about to dig out my (rather old) copy of the Code Penal, that prostitution on its own remains illegal, and that the authorities, outside Paris do do something about stamping it out when they have a moment free.

Neither Calais, nor Dunkirk, according to the proprietor of the Calais porn shop, have any WG - one just tanks on up the autoroute to Ostend, I gather!

I made regular visits to Paris back in the late '60s and the '70s and there still was a great deal of street prostitution going on there then - the old area of Les Halles and especially Rue St Denis, with its dark passageways and little walk-ups, and the area around Gare du Nord (in fact, railway station precincts used to be good hunting grounds in many European cities in those post-war years); and of course, Pigalle had the Folies Bergere and the Moulin Rouge and quite a few strip club/bars, with plenty of street walkers slowly patrolling the area; the Latin Quarter also used to have a few (there also were several live-sex theatres there - I remember one place where two nude couples would have it off with each other on overhead nets while you sat below and peered up, trying to figure whether out whether it was the real thing or they were merely faking it); also in the Bois de Boulogne, where the girls would stroll along the lighted park roads at night, hailing passing drivers (you could even stroll through some areas on foot and slip back into the woods for some al fresco rumpy-pumpy). It could be deliciously wicked. Don't know what happened but it mostly all had disappeared by the '80s, though I'll bet the ghosts of some of those old slappers still haunt Rue St Denis. I rarely get back to Paris anymore but its fun to reminisce.

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History, mate! History!

Pre WW2 France, probably outside Paris, the brothels were operated nation-wide by two families, who co-operated whole-heartedly with the German occupying forces.

After the liberation a combination of HH style feminazis and Gaullists out for revenge on all collaborators produced the Loi Marthe Richard, which didn't just make prostitution illegal, but nationalised all the houses, furniture and equipment, as well as the girls who were sent off to compulsory rehabilitation.

It seems, and at this hour of the morning I'm not about to dig out my (rather old) copy of the Code Penal, that prostitution on its own remains illegal, and that the authorities, outside Paris do do something about stamping it out when they have a moment free.

Neither Calais, nor Dunkirk, according to the proprietor of the Calais porn shop, have any WG - one just tanks on up the autoroute to Ostend, I gather!

I made regular visits to Paris back in the late '60s and the '70s and there still was a great deal of street prostitution going on there then - the old area of Les Halles and especially Rue St Denis, with its dark passageways and little walk-ups, and the area around Gare du Nord (in fact, railway station precincts used to be good hunting grounds in many European cities in the post-war years) especially comes to mind; and of course Pigalle had the Folies Bergere and the Moulin Rouge and quite a few strip club/bars, with plenty of street walkers slowly patrolling the area; the Latin Quarter also used to have a few (there also were several live-sex theatres there - I remember one place where two nude couples would have it off with each other on overhead nets while you sat below and peered up, trying to figure whether out whether it was the real thing or they were merely faking it); also in the Bois de Boulogne, where the girls would stroll along the lighted park roads at night, hailing passing drivers (you could even stroll through some areas on foot and slip back into the woods for some al fresco rumpy-pumpy). It could be deliciously wicked. Don't know what happened but it mostly all had disappeared by the '80s, though I'll bet the ghosts of some of those old slappers still haunt Rue St Denis. I rarely get back to Paris anymore but it's fun to reminisce.

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I made regular visits to Paris back in the late '60s and the '70s and there still was a great deal of street prostitution going on there then - the old area of Les Halles and especially Rue St Denis, with its dark passageways and little walk-ups, and the area around Gare du Nord (in fact, railway station precincts used to be good hunting grounds in many European cities in the post-war years) especially comes to mind; and of course Pigalle had the Folies Bergere and the Moulin Rouge and quite a few strip club/bars, with plenty of street walkers slowly patrolling the area; the Latin Quarter also used to have a few (there also were several live-sex theatres there - I remember one place where two nude couples would have it off with each other on overhead nets while you sat below and peered up, trying to figure whether out whether it was the real thing or they were merely faking it); also in the Bois de Boulogne, where the girls would stroll along the lighted park roads at night, hailing passing drivers (you could even stroll through some areas on foot and slip back into the woods for some al fresco rumpy-pumpy). It could be deliciously wicked. Don't know what happened but it mostly all had disappeared by the '80s, though I'll bet the ghosts of some of those old slappers still haunt Rue St Denis. I rarely get back to Paris anymore but it's fun to reminisce.

Such a good memory you posted it twice! Yes, I too remember the Bois de Boulogne, with the 'girls' sitting on stools waiting for custom. The trouble was that closer inspection revealed that most of them were fairly gruesome lady-boys of a certain age. I hope I never get so desperate as to go into the woods with a bloke with false tits.

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Such a good memory you posted it twice! Yes, I too remember the Bois de Boulogne, with the 'girls' sitting on stools waiting for custom. The trouble was that closer inspection revealed that most of them were fairly gruesome lady-boys of a certain age. I hope I never get so desperate as to go into the woods with a bloke with false tits.
:DIf you'd noticed the hour that I tried to post that worthy reminiscence you would be more sympathetic to my clumsy effort to edit it (the final comma caused the double post). As for ladyboys, any comment I might be tempted to make here probably would earn me a 'warning', even though I don't remember any such encounter. And what were YOU doing there?;)

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I made regular visits to Paris back in the late '60s and the '70s and there still was a great deal of street prostitution going on there then - the old area of Les Halles and especially Rue St Denis, with its dark passageways and little walk-ups, and the area around Gare du Nord (in fact, railway station precincts used to be good hunting grounds in many European cities in those post-war years); and of course, Pigalle had the Folies Bergere and the Moulin Rouge and quite a few strip club/bars, with plenty of street walkers slowly patrolling the area; the Latin Quarter also used to have a few (there also were several live-sex theatres there - I remember one place where two nude couples would have it off with each other on overhead nets while you sat below and peered up, trying to figure whether out whether it was the real thing or they were merely faking it); also in the Bois de Boulogne, where the girls would stroll along the lighted park roads at night, hailing passing drivers (you could even stroll through some areas on foot and slip back into the woods for some al fresco rumpy-pumpy). It could be deliciously wicked. Don't know what happened but it mostly all had disappeared by the '80s, though I'll bet the ghosts of some of those old slappers still haunt Rue St Denis. I rarely get back to Paris anymore but its fun to reminisce.

This corresponds exactly with my memories from the 70s. Perhaps we were cruising the streets together.

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So, the street scene in France, of which some of us have fond memories from the 1960s onwards, got cleaned up, and fairly recently. The curious thing is that unlike in the UK, which also largely lost its RLDs, a network of parlours and independents didn't spring up to supply the market. I don't know Germany at all, but from discussions here I gather that the FKK clubs head a good choice of options. France seems to have become abstinent.

A quick check of FRs reveals multiple UK choices along my journey home from mid-France, but virtually nothing doing on this side of the Channel. Odd.

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So, the street scene in France, of which some of us have fond memories from the 1960s onwards, got cleaned up, and fairly recently. The curious thing is that unlike in the UK, which also largely lost its RLDs, a network of parlours and independents didn't spring up to supply the market. I don't know Germany at all, but from discussions here I gather that the FKK clubs head a good choice of options. France seems to have become abstinent.

A quick check of FRs reveals multiple UK choices along my journey home from mid-France, but virtually nothing doing on this side of the Channel. Odd.

Yes It might be better to wait till you get back to blighty.

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A bit of googling phrases such as 'massages sensuel' (on Google France) brought me to

http://www.eve-instituts.com/

I am tempted to make the small detour into Belgium and see if this is where some Frenchmen spend their Sunday afternoons.

I am still mystified as to what happened to the paid-for sex scene in France, and research will continue.

Suggestions/experiences welcome.

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A bit of googling phrases such as 'massages sensuel' (on Google France) brought me to

http://www.eve-instituts.com/

I am tempted to make the small detour into Belgium and see if this is where some Frenchmen spend their Sunday afternoons.

I am still mystified as to what happened to the paid-for sex scene in France, and research will continue.

Suggestions/experiences welcome.

another area of erotic potential back in the good old days, that possibly still is today, was the Institutes de Beaute' - they did massages and provided other unisex services behind closed doors that looked 'interesting', though I never undertook research further than peering through the window with a lewd smile on my face, hoping to catch the attention of the poor shopgirl inside and get a 'sign'.;)

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another area of erotic potential back in the good old days, that possibly still is today, was the Institutes de Beaute' - they did massages and provided other unisex services behind closed doors that looked 'interesting', though I never undertook research further than peering through the window with a lewd smile on my face, hoping to catch the attention of the poor shopgirl inside and get a 'sign'.;)

T7, I will report back on experiences

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Sadly a lot has changed in France, however, if you are visiting Paris, get "La Vie Parisienne" from a newsagent. Loads of genuine WG and Salons/Parlours advertising with contact numbers & web details. ;)

Not sure about other areas in France but the swinging scene is quite big & some local escorts offer their time and company (for a fee) to get in some cool places, "union" or swinger magazines are the way to go to get more details. :D

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T7, I will report back on experiences

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Jazzmine??

So, 3pm or so on Sunday saw me over the border into Belgium at the aforesaid http://www.eve-instituts.com/

It's a fairly innocuous looking suburban house on a main road, with a high hedge around it and some rather casually parked cars nearby, as though their owners didn't fully have their minds on neat parking. Yes, five to one, I would say, French registrations to local ones. Front door was a double 'air-lock' system with magnetic locks on inner and outer steel sections, and a video camera by the door bell. No-one enters unnoticed, and no-one leaves without paying! Inside, a rather scrawny permatanned madame ushered me into a cupboard under the stairs (!) while she attended to business with someone who had entered just before me. I got the impression that Sunday afternoons were busy.

After a five minute wait I was released from the cupboard and brought into a reception area. Three nearly naked girls were paraded for me, something I find excruciatingly embarrassing. All were rather plump blondes, and I chose one, cringing as the other two's shoulders sagged as their smiles faded and they went off. No fun for anyone.

I had chosen, from madame's menu, a massage 'finition fellation' as opposed to a 'finition manuelle'. In the room, I undressed and climbed onto the bed face down, expecting the massage to commence with my back. No. My chosen companion told me to turn over, and started to put a condom on. No massage, straight down to business. Frankly it was a cold day, and the proceedings so far had lacked a certain romantic charm. My cock didn't spring to attention. We got there in the end, but it was a mechanical encounter.

The interesting part was the provision of some answers to the questions at the top of this thread. Yes, there are many such brothels in Belgium; they are 'tolerated' rather than being legal, whereas in France they are illegal and not tolerated. The French/Belgian border was close and they had many French customers. My companion was interested to hear how it was in the UK. I thought an obvious brothel like this one would not last long in the UK, with its blanked out windows, secure entrance and a red strip light upstairs. On the other hand I don't know to what extent there is a network of independent girls working discreetly in their own flats, as in the UK.

More research is needed.

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