I felt compelled to write you right now even though i am kinda drunk and coming back from the club... last thing I remember is reading your mail and being very frustrated about my horniniess. I'd had no chance of getting relief, but I wanted it so much and so I begged you to grant me a chance to have an orgasm. I had been on the edge for hours, my panties were already soaked from arousal and I was growing pretty desperate again. Worst of all I was completely unable to play with myself and even your triggers did not do enough to bring me where I wanted to be. but then came your email and as I read it I practically yelped with pleasure, feeling a buildup that until then was unknown to me. It felt like I was going to cum, but not just in the body parts where I usually feel it. It felt like I was literally having an orgasm from head to toe. I could not help but scream, it was so utterly intense. I tried to keep to myself but it was no use. I had to moan loudly, expressing the extreme amount of pleasure that was concentrating between my legs and from that point spreading throughout my entire shaking body. For a second there, it seemed to ebb, but then I felt another buildup and I could not believe it as I came again so very soon. It felt even more intense than the firs ttime and I was in some kind of delirium. I vaguely remember trying to type something in the chat to inform you but I don't think I made much sense. I just could not stop moaning with pleasure. It was utterly overwhelming. At some point, it must have been minutes, I realized thar I had slipped out of my chair and I was lying on the floor, still cumming like crazy and my extasy slowly turning into a mindless spasming around on the floor, whimpering softly and really enjoying what I felt between my thighs. It went on for a while until everything went dark and I guess I must have passed out or something. I regained consciousness a few minutes later and I looked around. There was a large wet spot on my pants and it almost felt like I had wet myself but I knew somehow that I had not. I changed and then still felt like going out so I did. I met some friends at my favourite night spot and of course they kept asking me how I was and it was really awkward trying to hide my building arousal. Worst of all, there was one guy I didn't know too well and instead of hugging him like I normally do with friends, we shook hands. As we did, sure enough, I came. I lost track of my behaviour then and I guess I squeezed his hand until it almost hurt him but it was so good. I had trouble standing straight during. I excused myself and went to the bathroom but later when I decided to go home, of course I took the opportunity to shake that poor guy's hands again. And I came again. I think he believes I am a total psycho but I don't care. It was totally worth it. *g*