Sex in the future is going to be completely hygienic and not-at-all gross. I look forward to the simply sitting, and the simply staring, and the biomechanical gizmos that will finally take the beast out of the beast-with-two-whatevers. Some examples:
Wouldn't you like to bump helmets with Sylvester Stallone? Especially if you didn't have to touch his totally weird roidal bubble-flesh?
This is just before Duran Duran's Orgasm Organ, of course. And the cast acrylic torture chamber full of ravenous birds. Maybe the future is too freaky after all.
Still, if you want a taste of that sweet there-without-being-there in the intercourse department, the slick motorized future according to one poorly formatted website is "...poised to take the world by storm in the next few years."
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