Imagine only being able to feel sexual pleasure one day a year. The frustration, the built-up energy, the eagerness, the skin crawling desperation. A society so frightful of hedonistic excess pervading life, that they contain all carnal pleasures on one day of the year. How sloppy and wild you would get during that one time you were allowed to fuck and be fucked? How every other day would seem boring and tiring, building up nervous excitement until you can finally be unleashed when the siren goes off and signals an all-out nymphomaniac fuckfest - no matter where you are or what you're doing. Some people plan out exactly what they want to happen, others just let strangers use their bodies wherever they stand. The only rule is that on the Day of Debauchery, you ride, moan, pound, suck, bite, claw, drool, spit, squirt, pump and live like it's your last. May luck be with you all and the sun rise on a populace reinvigorated and cleansed of desire.
