FutaBoner

Imagine if there was a technology similar to Star Trek's Holodeck, which allowed us to exist in a completely computer generated world. Take a moment to really envisage your own home being totally artificial. Factoring in the internet brings an apperception to a milieu where identity becomes almost something of inanity due to anonymity. We could be who or whatever we want to be on a whim in a purely artificial existence. What's so great about this puritanical reality lead by myopic demagoguery anyway? Ideas could flow anonymously and the ethos generating them would be rendered inconsequential.

I am Zelara – In the manner one would pleasure your perineum, I offer to delectate you pineal gland.

I dream of a world where text messages can be sent through our minds. Where the internet is not merely a network of systems with copious amounts of data, but a place that one can actually visit - separate from the "real world." I dream of a world where a gynoid is waiting to jerk you off when you get home and futanari with giant members walk casually through poorly lit alleyways.