Sabrina’s Pleasure Planet
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 size 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.