I remember one night coming home in a cab from a friends house. Id drank like 13-14 beers, and we consumed an 8 ball. I was FUCKED UP!
I was so damned horny, and the urge to dress was so strong, I had the driver stop at a 24 hr Osco. I went in and dropped like $40 on make up, then had the driver take me to the local ABS. I went into the bathroom and made myself up, slicked back my hair, rolled my shirt up and tied it like a mid drift. I looked in the mirror, not my usual look. No wig or lingerie. Very androgenous. I was younger then, probably couldnt pull that look off now. Anyway, I went prancing and mincing around the store, getting either WTF looks, or smiles of approval. Ended up with some older guy in the video booth. I saw him staring at me, and I just walked right up and planted a big kiss on his lips, and grabbed his cock through his khakis. He needed a shave, and his hygiene wasnt the best, I probably wouldnt have looked twice if Id been sober. I sucked his cock for awhile, then lied down on the dried cum encrusted floor. I spread my legs and begged for a good fucking. I was hugging my legs as he spit on his cock and slid it into me. He fucked me, for what seemed like forever. The drinking must have caught up with me cuz one minute Im getting fucked, the next minute the video store clerk is shaking me awake. So there I am, my pants off, make up smeared all over my face, store clerk standing over me. I got my pants on, and got the fuck out of there, quick! It was dawn outside and the only thing I could do was walk home, which I did as quickly as possible.

Not my finest hour, so why does it kind of turn me on when I think about it? ;-)