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.