Let’s be indulgent, let’s be hedonistic.
In a perfect reality, we get the oportunity to enjoy a completely guilt-free time to fully indulge in our most outrageous fantasies. No judgement, no remorse, no harm done to others, just our own selfish desires attented to and fulfilled.
What would yours be like? How long would it take? Would you want to revisit it?
I think I would take a week, perhaps two, to go somewhere with a lake or a small lagoon, somewhere forested. I’d want four women for company; all brunette, wide hips, big boobs. I want to be spoiled.
Permanent nakedness, free use. Woken every day with a wet pussy over my face, a wet mouth on my dick. Body worshipping. Shared baths. Dozing off after lunch in a hammock between two soft, plump bodies, while being slowly jerked, just to keep me in that sweet state between arousal and relaxation. At night, shared bed, free for all.
I’d return home a lot slimmer. Would I repeat it? Don’t really believe I would.
There is, to me, a perfect reality, and then a most arousing sexual fantasy. The two dovetail, but are intrinsically separate.
The perfect reality is the stateless, classless, moneyless society of Communism. Otherwise there are various competing sexual fantasies, like seeing a woman fucked by robot arms, or debauchery in a 1950s-looking household.
I really don’t get the whole “guilt-free” part of it because guilt is when I harm someone else. When I truly harm someone else, like my partner, it ruins the fantasy. It’s not a me thing, it’s an us thing: such as fulfilling a girl’s fantasy of being auctioned off or abducted. If the other person isn’t aroused, it doesn’t work.