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 seem my height changed from 5’8 to 6’3. Whatever I eat burns off like nothing, I’ve lost weight. For the first time in my life I have a six pack, my muscle tone can even be compared to Taylor Lautner. I’ve also notice whenever I deactivate my power I feel light headed and lose my craving for sex. As far as the women go, the ones I’ve 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 but had come in contact with have become nymphomaniacs. As of right now I have three women under my command and 10 women dying to fuck me. The librarian, my roommate, and my landlord Jenifer. The thing that bothers me the most is they all have the same tribal tattoo on their backs. I’ve also notice that the mark left on their backs can only been seen by me, and it’s also their weak spot during 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 too deep in my own thoughts reflecting on these last few weeks. I decided to ignore whoever it was hoping they would catch on and leave me alone. Then she whispered in my ear in a seductive tone. “You know my pussy is wet right now, but it could always get wetter. Those words alone sent a cold yet pleasant shiver down my spine.
“Hey can’t you see I’m…”
I was lost for words, when my eyes met my college professor. She was a chubby lady but young and beautiful. I don’t know why but whenever 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. Don’t get me wrong your plain fat women are fine. Fat women are like clouds in the sky. They usually have nothing to do with me. But a young, beautiful, fat woman is another story.