When life hands you a voucher for two free nights in a hotel in Bercy, you don’t waste it—you use it for a weekend of raw, uninhibited pleasure. I had been sitting on this gem for ages, and with nothing on my calendar, I decided to finally cash it in for a wild escape to Paris. It was fate: LeKeller was hosting its 4 Days of Fistfun, and I was long overdue to explore this famed temple of kink. Paris might have been celebrating the reopening of Notre Dame, but let’s just say my own “cathedral” saw plenty of grand openings over the weekend. As for the Eiffel Tower? I got up close and personal with enough miniature versions to satisfy anyone’s architectural cravings.
After a breezy three-hour FlixBus ride from Brussels, I arrived in Paris on Friday afternoon, checked into the hotel, and prepped for the night ahead. Supplies? Secured in record time, thanks to a quick contact and some friendly negotiating. By the time I arrived at LeKeller, the anticipation was making my pulse race—and my ass twitch.
LeKeller really live up to its name. The space might be cozy, but every inch of it is designed for fisting perfection: slings swinging invitingly, sturdy beds and platforms ready for action, and 3 clean-out stations. The moment I stepped inside at 11 p.m., there were about 20 guys already deep into their fun. I didn’t waste any time—it was time to warm up.
Let’s just say the night was a series of unforgettable firsts. My ass? Explored to depths I’d never reached before, with one arm pressing further than I thought possible. Doubles? Of course—several times over, leaving me trembling and gasping in pure, unfiltered pleasure. As a top, my big hands and thick forearms were worshipped. Watching guys’ eyes light up with a mix of lust and challenge as they sized up what I was about to deliver? There’s nothing like it. By the time I stumbled out at 4:45 a.m., my body was almost wrecked—but in the best way imaginable.
A quick three-hour nap back at the hotel, and my hunger for more was insatiable. A scroll through Grindr led me to a private FF party at noon, where an adorable Asian twink was eager to test just how much he could handle. His fascination with the size of my hands was downright adorable—until he felt what they could do. Watching him arch and nearly lose himself as I worked his tight hole with expert precision? Let’s just say it was a mutual highlight.
But the day wasn’t done yet. I reconnected with someone I used to chat with back when he lived in Belgium. We’d always fantasized about meeting, and now it was finally happening. Turns out he’s just as filthy as me—and eager to explore more scenarios together. We agreed this was only the beginning.
For the grand finale, I headed back to LeKeller for a 5 p.m. fistsession. It didn’t take long for things to escalate—a double right off the bat—but my body was starting to signal that it had reached its limit. Raw, sore, and buzzing from the weekend’s adventures, I knew it was time to head back to the hotel, refuel with some burgers, and crash for a glorious eight-hour sleep.
Paris, you truly delivered. LeKeller was everything I hoped for and more, and the connections I made? Let’s just say I’ll be back soon—and hopefully staying with one of you sexy Parisians next time. So if you’re reading this and you’ve got a couch—or better yet, a bed—and a love for fisting, slide into my DMs.
FistParis was a weekend to remember, and I’m already dreaming about the next round. Let’s make it happen
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