Dream Sex Slave Day

I'm not sure why I still haven't taken Odysseus up on my Sex Slave Day. After all, we carried out his 3 or 4 years ago! I guess I was thinking of Sex Slave Day exclusively as "having sex all day", and having sex a couple times is fine thank you. Doesn't need to take all day. Odysseus was (and is) ready and willing to do that ANY DAY. We didn't need to have a Sex Slave day for that.

But if I really let myself go and just think about what would be my ultimate pleasures, what would it really look like? What would make me BURN and melt with desire?

Ok, first of all, the damn house would be clean and the laundry would be done and all the clothes will be folded and put away!!! I'm talking to myself here just as much as Odysseus. We're both laissez faire when it comes to household chores, with the difference being that it really affects my state of mind and mood after a while and on weekends I have bouts of emotionally charged cleaning binges. Odysseus on the other hand could happily go several more weeks, totally oblivious to pet hair rolling like tumbleweed across the floors.

So, on my Sex Slave day, the house would be clean and the fridge and cabinets stocked. This will turn off my multi-tasking juggler that lives in my brain. There is nothing to fret about, nothing that needs to be done.

• I wake up to a full body massage.
• Odysseus gives me oral.
• He goes downstairs and soon I smell coffee and strawberry pancakes.
  

Geez, my day could stop right there. What else would make me happier? Someone should study and compare my dream Sex Slave Day and Odysseus's dream Sex Slave Day. All the mysteries of the differences between men and women will be solved.

Alright, what else? I'd love to have some cute guy or cute couple come over and we'd have sexual tension to the point where I am continuously experiencing physiological tingling and warmth and butterflies. We'd go to the beach and play volleyball and frisbee and dive into the lake. There is flirting between me and Odysseus and Cute Guy or Couple and there is a lot of play wrestling and hugging and kissing. They both look so attractive that I want nothing more than to be fucked in the sand or in the lake.

But not just yet. It's time for a picnic with lots of beer and wine and cheese! (male readers everywhere clutch their foreheads). The sun is shining, I'm drinking and getting an exhilarating buzz. Odysseus and Cute Guy are adorable and full of lust. I would be tempted to give them blow jobs, but it is MY Sex Slave Day.

They caress me until I can't stand it.

In reality chances that there is a Cute Guy or Couple available on my actual Sex Slave Day is slim. But the games and the beach and the picnic can still happen with Odysseus. We come home tired and happy and sated. However as darkness falls, Odysseus starts to become aggressive. He starts telling me what to do, on MY Sex Slave Day.

Of course, I'm not going to stand for that. I tell him to shut up, it's my day and he better do what I say. He grabs my wrist and I can't get it free. I fight him and he pins me to the floor. Each time I start to get free, he pulls me back, yanking my clothes off. His cock is huge and throbbing. He has to fight to get it in forcefully, and feeling how wet I am, tells me he knows I really like it. And then... I have the elusive G spot orgasm from intercourse! Yeah that's right, this is my dream Sex Slave day. Anything can happen!!

He fucks me good, I have several more orgasms. Odysseus then presents me with a bag of Reese's Peanut Butter cups and I eat four. We cuddle, he strokes my hair, I fall asleep the most relaxed I have ever been. I have several lurid wet dreams. I discover the cure for cancer and the knowledge of how to bring about world peace.

That's my dream Sex Slave Day. What's yours?