I was wracked with joy, soaring. The ultimate self-inflicted base-jump as I tumbled to Earth a tangle of pulsing neurons. The room spun and I had to close my eyes, letting the heavenly release charge through me, filtering into every corner of my being.The mind-blowing fizz flowed through me. From fingers clamped inside my convulsing pussy to the electric tips of my nipples and everything in between, I glowed. Effervesced. Steadily gliding on a jet stream of lust, drifting down, joy twitching at the corners of my mouth.As my motor senses restarted one by one, I eased the fingers from my holes, both my breathing and pulse gradually slowing as my focus came to rest on the wall ahead of me. Row upon row upon row. Neatly arranged. My prizes.Taking the condom by its rim from my leg, I rocked onto my knees and shuffled forward, grabbed a thumbtack from the bedside table and located the end of the frieze. Pressed the tack through the rubber opening, clamping it to the wall. With another pair. "Hi Chad," Robin's voice called as she was walking past.Chad turned around in his seat. "Hi Robin," he replied.She had stopped at the entrance to his cubicle and was staring at him."Wait a sec. I'll be right back," she said. She disappeared and cameback a moment later with nothing in her arms. "New dress?" she asked."Stand up so I can see it better."Chad stood. "Yeah, I just got it. I kind of like it. What do youthink?"Robin stared at him for a moment. "I think that I wish I could affordsome of your clothes. Very nice!" She stared at him for a moment more."I think you could use some better jewelry with it. You always wear thesame old necklace, but still, it looks very nice." Thanks," Chad replied, feeling both relieved and happy as he sat backdown. "Hey Robin, what happened to all the flowers?"Robin glanced over at the bouquet on his desk. "Oh, they were lookingkind of puny and some of them were obviously dying so I pulled thoseout. I also added some water for you. You.
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