Sabrina’s Pleasure Planet

By Mónica J. Mora (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

By Mónica J. Mora (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

As a long time die-hard Star Trek fan, one of my biggest disappointments was Raisa, the Star Trek verse pleasure planet. It was way too predictable. Crystal blue pools, climate controlled to San-Diego type weather, massages, scantily-clad hostesses and hints of sexual opportunity. Your basic beach resort. Buy a ticket to Aruba, Acapulco or a host of others and voila. Not a bad way to spend some time, but a pleasure planet should allow you to attain every possible pleasure in every possible way.  One day under the snow, the next day in the sun, yet another amidst the crackling of fall leaves.  A tree house in the jungle. I want it all.

If it were left to me, a real pleasure planet would be defined by choices. It would offer a range of sights, sounds, tastes, touches, textures, and ideas to tantalize and satisfy almost every hunger (yes, there are limits but you know what they are).

Let’s start with the basics. The staff, male and female, in every simuscular male torsoze and color, in various stages of undress. Lets’ face it, we all find different types drool-worthy and respond to different levels of anticipation. We can pick the rooms we want. My ideal would be the tease room. Shirtless, leanly muscled men with jeans and boots (this is my fantasy, you can pick leather or speedos or commando, whatever you want) with hair long enough to play with would serve food and drink whose only purpose is to tempt the senses.

Imagine. Chocolate fondue warm enough to stick your finger in so that you can suck it into your mouth, champagne whose bubbles tickle your nose, caviar that pops warm and slick against your cheek. The staff would be tactile, always stroking a cheek, massaging a shoulder, running nails down your back, caressing any of the other soft places you choose to make available to them. So by the time you actually leave this room, you are ready for…more.

Next step is to choose a partner and/or an activity. Again, choice is key. Option one would be simply to corral one or more if your tastes run that way of the staff members who is there to serve your every whim within the rules. Yes, pleasure planets need rules to make sure things don’t run amok. Option two, would be programmable androids. Lea’ s post did a fabulous job discussing how much fun that would be. Option three would be some sort of match-up service, where like-minded individuals can hook up. Option four would be activity rooms. Each room organized around things you want to do–orgies, jousts, chess tournaments–whatever turns you on, you can find a partner in crime.

And for those in a mode of self-discovery, the pleasure planet would offer tickler services to sample new things. Want to try submission for a day? A double-hung species? Pleasure in anti-gravity environment? Each day or every few hours a new type of oblivion.

Any of these strike your fancy?  Any key choices I left out?  What would a pleasure planet have to offer for you that you leave sated beyond your wildest imagination.  Go ahead, dream a little.


Sabrina Garie is on a journey to create the most kick-ass heroine in romance fiction. You can meet the first heroine in Fires of Justice at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

About Sabrina Garie

Writer, reader, explorer, chauffeur (oops, I meant mom)

Posted on January 22, 2013, in Sabrina Garie, Sex, Sexy and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Sabrina! Your pleasure planet is delicious. 🙂

  2. Thanks Jan. It was certainly fun to think about.

  3. Reblogged this on Sabrina Garie and commented:

    I wrote this for Darker Temptations but since it was so much fun to write, I thought I’d share it here as well.

  4. Where can I sign up for THAT trip????

  5. As nerdy as it sounds, “How To” classes—–give a great massage, the perfect drink, flirt, etc.

    • Not nerdy at all. That sounds absolutely perfect. A massage and a backscratch (one of my personal favorites) with a drink in hand while someone fiirts in a way that engages the mind, what a rush. I’m with you.

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