Fantasy

Secret Agent Fangirl: Fantasy

Disclaimer: Secret Agent Fangirl and the Battle Boyz were created by some idiot named quamp. He owns the rights to her. It is a work of fiction and all events that resemble anyone, whether living or dead, are purely coincidental. In addition, should anyone have created something simliar to this prior to my posting, I will credit them for this.
Really boring disclaimer, isn't it? Well, legal stuff isn't supposed to be interesting.

Summary: Secret Agent Fangirl gets a day off from her job at Homeland Security. Solo, toys, M/F.

Author's note: Secret Agent Fangirl is a manga series that I have been trying to get an artist to draw. The lead character, Kimiko Matsuga, is a twenty-something woman who is a secret agent by day. She spends her free time surfing the internet, visiting chat rooms, reading and writing fan fiction, and the like. One woman, half a life.

Kimiko Matsuga was finally given the day off. No criminals to catch, no annoying paperwork to deal with, just her and her computer. Kimiko's pursuits were simple; she wrote & posted fan fiction, read it, visited chat rooms, watched TV and DVDs and the like. Kimiko occasionally attended anime conventions and cosplayed there, schedule permitting. Today there were no conventions, nothing of interest on the DVD shelves, so she went online to see what kinds of stories were out there.
One of her favorite fandoms was the Battle Boyz. They were a group of 5 bishonen men dedicated to fighting evil wherever it may be. Most of the other girls who followed it were into Chimoto, but Kimiko liked Fushamo the best. Maybe it was his slack jaw or the way he always seemed to smile no matter what, but she liked him a lot. Most NC-17 stories about this troupe had some obvious Mary Sue winning the heart of Chimoto and then taking him to bed. Kimiko's stories, however, rarely had Chimoto in them at all; she felt he was an overused character. Her stories didn't really play favorites; all the guys got action equally for the most part.
Kimiko was on the site and reading some of the other stories. One new one was told from the point of view of Fushamo. It was about how Fushamo wanted to make love to the reader. While she read this story, Kimiko hiked up her skirt and started caressing her panty-covered pussy. She fantasized about having Fushamo in her arms, holding her tenderly. She secretly wanted a man in her life, but the day job made that very prohibitive. Anyway, in her fantasy Fushamo was holding her close and tenderly kissing her neck. Kimiko moaned softly as Fushamo continued to kiss and hold her close.
In real life, Kimiko pulled out her vibrator and took off her skirt and panties. She continued to caress her tight snatch as she dreamed of Fushamo. In her dream, Kimiko had Fushamo in her bedroom and led him to the bed. There she caressed his clothed cock, and her soft touch made him very hard. Kimiko moaned as she held Fushamo's hard body close to hers. She fantasized that she unbuttoned his trademark flannel shirt and ran her hand across his muscular chest. The rest of their clothing vanished and both of them were completely naked. Kimiko eagerly took his cock into her mouth and started sucking. She loved the taste of his cock, because in fantasy, there's nothing to get in the way of having a great sexual experience. She knew instinctively how to suck his cock to make him want more. Kimiko couldn't help but moan as he went down on her, turning her oral into a 69.
In reality, Kimiko turned on her vibrator and ran it across her snatch slowly. She moaned sharply as the vibrator caressed her pussy.
In her fantasy, Kimiko was happily doing the 69 with Fushamo. His tongue played merrily with her snatch, as a child would with its favorite toy. Each moment brought her closer and closer to paradise. He seemed to know exactly how to make her feel wonderful. After a long time of doing the 69, Fushamo turned around and slipped a condom on his cock. Then he slipped his cock into Kimiko's hole.
In reality, Kimiko slid the vibrator into her snatch. It closed in around her vibrator hard. Kimiko moaned as she moved the vibrator back and forth, dreaming it was Fushamo's throbbing rod. In her dream, she caressed his muscular chest as he went back and forth inside her. It was everything she ever wanted in sex, and nothing was going to stop her from achieving the best orgasm ever. He went slowly and savored each moment inside her, just as she liked it. Kimiko moaned and gasped as he ran his hands over her, slowly caressing every centimeter of her skin. Kimiko stared deep into Fushamo's rich blue eyes, and saw the look of true desire. She could tell he wanted her and her alone. Kimiko was his alone as well. It was as if they were specifically designed for each other; his pecker was made only for her cunt. They fucked each other a good while, savoring each moment of it. Finally, Fushamo came into the condom he wore. This caused Kimiko to achieve her climax shortly thereafter.
"Oh... you were wonderful, Fushamo...." Kimiko moaned.
"You are the best, Kimiko." Fushamo replied. They held each other close and felt the warmth of afterglow.
Then the batteries in her vibrator died, and this snapped her back to reality.
Afterwards, Kimiko exited her internet connection and logged off. "There's no way I'd write that down. Self-inserts are just annoying." She thought. "What's worse is I got carried away and now I'm going to have to clean the cum off this chair. Plus it smells bad."

-End (for now)-