PETIT ST. VINCENT   
In the old days, a luxury resort would go out of its way to make sure it had every amenity and service available so its guests could stay connected. Now the opposite is true: Real luxury is about disconnecting and nothingness. And no destination epitomizes this better than Petit St. Vincent, just a short flight (under an hour) from Barbados. The secluded cottages (rooms from $675) on the beach have no phones, no televisions—not even rooms keys—and you won’t be disturbed by housekeepers until you give the okay. That’s done with a flag and mailbox. A yellow flag summons a staff member. A red one means “Bugger off!” What to do in between? There’s tennis, kayaking, fishing, snorkelling and other water play to keep you busy, but you won’t be overwhelmed trying to pack your days with seeing all the sights. There aren’t many—sun, sand, surf, palm trees, repeat—but guests, such as ex-British PM Tony Blair, like it that way.

BERLIN
Berlin is unapologetically bawdy and naughty. It has been that way since 1919, when Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld opened the Institute of Sex Research in the liberal-minded city at the same time the anything-goes cabaret scene was flourishing. That history helped give root to today’s raunchy hangouts, and there are plenty of them. Take the Beate Uhse Erotik-Museum, for example: More than 5,000 artifacts, from carved phalluses to life-size dioramas illustrating subjects like fetishism, are on display for ogling. For real-life fetish fun, The Kit Kat Club Museum can rev up your night. It’s a wild scene where you can let it all hang out and follow orders from your hormones. When you need to recharge, book a session in a water flotation tank that will accommodate both of you at the Float Store. As they might say (but in German), “If the tank’s rockin’, don’t come knockin,’” For the unbashful, get naked at Artemis, Berlin’s wellness erotic lounge that has a sultan’s palace look. If things get too steamy in the sauna, adjourn to a private room for alone time. This all makes for some pretty interesting sex research of your own, ja?
RUNNER-UP: Cheju Island, South Korea. We just had to include this Asian honeymoon capital because of Love Land, a sex-theme park chock full of soft-porn exhibits, like a 10-metre-high marble penis, a nipple mountain, a stone labia and an exhibit hall devoted to sex toys. Forget the Kama Sutra. If you don’t find lustful inspiration here, check yourself for a pulse.

NEW YORK CITY
Most patriots like to think that their city is the centre of the world, but deep down everyone knows that the Big Apple really is, making it the envy of cosmopolitans and metropolises everywhere. Jet-set like P. Diddy with as close to your own private jet as you’ll get with Porter Airlines, which offers an exclusive flying experience for VIP wannabes. Bypass the long check-in and security lines, kick back with a complimentary drink in the passenger lounge and enjoy more legroom—all without the entertainment-mogul bill. Once you arrive in Newark, New Jersey, flit by the have-nots and head straight for your old-money digs in downtown Manhattan. At the recently renovated Plaza Athénée (from $525), your posh suite comes with the must-have Upper East Side address, just a stroll from Central Park. Dine at the nearby Bruno Jamais Restaurant Club, where you might see celebs like Fergie and Bill Clinton, or head to the Meatpacking District to sample vintages and apps at Pastis with all the other well-heeled, sexy, young things. Those truly in the know book a $3,000 table for a racy, late-night cabaret show at The Box, though there’s no charge for standing (that is, if you can get past the doorman). Or, if you prefer to slum it with the rest of the hepcats at one of the city’s dive jazz clubs, it doesn’t get any cooler than Small’s.