Were you born too late, or did
you live in the wrong state, and couldn’t party with Bette Midler in the infamous
underground Plato’s Retreat, “New York's most celebrated pit of filth”? Never fear: intrepid journalist
Ken Mondschein will take you there.
I strolled into one area that houses about 40 cubicles
where people can make love in private. While there I suddenly heard moaning. I
thought someone was hurt and rushed over. As it turned out, the moans were
coming from a girl, perhaps nineteen, and they were moans of pleasure, not
pain. Her companion, another girl, in her late twenties, smiled at me, and
said: "Why don't you come in?"
Check out
the essay here. And after the jump…a late-1970’s television commercial for
Plato’s…
What do you think…
...sexier than a “K-Y Intrigue” commercial?
If anyone knows of any other past, present, or future
NYC sex parties that intrepid reporter Ken Mondschein could write
about for an upcoming column, drop him a line.
