"I won't know that until dessert, at least." But you don't know who I am, do you? I sure don't know you." I'm Clarissa," she said. "And if you're not ...he guy I was supposed to meet, who cares? You still give good tongue, and the rest of you seems glad to meet me."It quickly became apparent that my buddy had not been concerned about anything as pedestrian as my self-image. He had diagnosed me as too boring and had a precise prescription: sex and thrills. At the same time.Clarissa all but raped. It was 2am when Dakota’s high began to wear off. She was still up - she felt so full of energy: she cleaned her entire apartment, finally got around to filing her taxes, and when there was nothing left to do, just flitted around the apartment, still buzzing.Lunch had been amazing. She couldn’t even remember what they’d talked about - her head had been so clouded with pleasure. Rob had asked her a lot of questions about her tattoos, and told her how much he admired it - how lewd it was, the way. An involuntary moan escapes my lips as I sit at my desk in my sexiest black lace lingerie, a mostly see through bra that makes my boobs pop, and a tight G-string that is keeping the vibrator firmly in place inside my already soaking pussy. I shift in my seat as I try to focus on the screen in front of me and moan loudly when the vibrator touches the exact right spot inside me. My vision blurs as another wave of arousal engulfs me. I can feel my bottom slipping around on the seat from the puddle. Finally the shame of what I just did hit me, and I tried to get as far away from where it all happened as fast as I could. I somehow made my way to my room and fell on my bed. It was as though every bit of energy was drained from my body, and it took everything I had just to make the ten-foot walk to my room. I was numb, and I couldn’t feel any part of my body, except my swollen sex. It seemed as though everything was five-times bigger. I think I must have passed out as soon as I hit my pillow..