It’s been nearly two weeks since my encounter with the sexy librarian. Since then I’ve been testing my powers out to see how long my cupid curse can last and to see just what the side effects might just be from using this newly founded gift. What I’ve discovered so far is, to activate my strange ability at will, I must say “desires awaken,” and to deactivate my power at will, all I have to say is“ I love you.” Sounds simple enough but each time I use that form I’ve noticed more and more changes to my body and the women I concord and haven’t.
It would seems my hight changed from 5’8 to 6’3. What ever I eat burns off like nothing, I’ve lost more weight then gained. For the first time in my life I have a six pack. I’ve also notice when ever I deactivate my power I feel light headed and lose my craving for sex.

As far as the women go, the ones I have had sex with seem to forget about me the instant I deactivate my power, but as soon as I reactivate my power they all seem to call me by the name master. The women I have not slept with have become nymphomaniacs. As of right now I have Three women under my command and 10 women dieing to fuck me. The librarian (Erica), my roommate (Amanda), and my landlord.(Jenfer) The thing that bother me the most is, all have them have the same tribal tattoo on they’re backs.
I have also notice that the mark left on their back can only been seen by me, and its their weak spot when ever we have sex.

“Jaden what are you still doing here? Class is already over. Did you stay for extra credit?” I heard a voice but I choose to ignore it. I was to deep in thought, reflecting on these last few weeks. “Jaden? Jad-en? ” I decieded to ignore who ever it was, hoping they would catch on and leave me alone.Then she whispered in my ear in a seductive voice. “You know my pussy it wet right now, but it could always get wetter.”Those words alone sent a cold yet pleasent shiver down my spine.

“Hey can’t you see I’m…”
I was lost for words, when my eyes met college my professor. She was chubby lady but young and beautiful. I don’t know why but when ever I think about a fat girl, I think of someone fighting over the last piece of cake or sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of ice cream complaining no one wants to marry them. Your plain fat women is fine. Fat women are like clouds in the sky. They’re nothing to do with me. But your young, beautiful, fat women is another story.