Fangirl - Sex Stories

Fangirl

... maybe a bit of blush to make her cheeks look … healthy and a bit of foundation to even her blotchy skin tone.

Then she slipped on her buckle wedge shoes and went looking for her purse. The metronome was swaying her mind again, making her chub up in her pantyhose. She exhaled harshly and rubbed her hand on her bulge, her eyes slid closed as her hand went harder, faster, before she grunted softly, cumming again, her body trembling as she sighed the pleasure out of her body like steam from a kettle.

She went over to turn the metronome off before she lost the day to her libido’s rhythm and its love of trance-induced orgasms to the common time beat. Finding her purse, she made her way out to work. The day ahead was often a welcome adventure for her. She liked that she could quietly make herself cum, if she stumbled upon the right rhythm and followed it into a trance, til it made everything tight in her body, and then flooded her with happy chemicals.

She was a self-hypnosis fangirl. She often sought out new bands for the same reason. The rhythms in which they composed their songs, could offer an enticing trance experience, leading to powerfultrancegasms. She even felt an attraction to other people, in her unique lithromantic way to those in the band. And it gave her a sense of inclusion in society. To feel like she had a significant other like everyone else.

But she wasn't like everyone else, and that used to bother her for a long time - but every time she caught a rhythm, and followed it to its happy climax, she felt special, and never wished to be any other way.