Vampires don't exist, but you knew that already, didn't you?
What does exist are people with...lets call it talents. You see them everywhere but few recognize them for what they are, hell, most of them don't even realize it themselves.
Have you ever gone into a store and come out with things you never intended to buy? Ever been hustled by a con man so smooth that you don't realize how easy it was for him or her to convince you to part with your money? Ever listened to a really good televangelist? Have you ever been in a bar where a single person commands all the attention without even uttering a word? Ever been swept off your feet by someone? That's the kind of people I am talking about. There are many words and expressions for it, but I just call it the Talent.
Simply put it is the ability to directly affect others and, to some extent, make them do your bidding. We all have this Talent, but only a few can use it consciously. Love at first sight is a manifestation of the Talent as is charisma. I am one of the few that can use this ability at will.
I first discovered that I had the Talent when I was eighteen, not that I knew what it was back then. As most boys that age I fantasized a lot about women and spent a lot of time masturbating. Sometime after my birthday in early January I suddenly got very lucky with subjects for my fantasies. Girls happened to fall over and expose their panties, locker room doors would be ajar when I passed and mrs White who lived next door always seemed to forget to close the blinds when she was changing clothes. My life was good and things kept on like that. After a while I realized that if I was thinking about Nicoles ass she seemed to spend a lot more time around me. Nicole was this girl I really had the hots for, not a supermodel or anything but she DID have a very nice ass. She was a constant guest in my masturbatory fantasies. Of course, when Nicole, or rather her ass, spent more time around me I spent more time thinking about it and it got to be a self-reinforcing loop of some kind.
Without really knowing how it happened Nicole ended up stumbling and falling into my lap, smack dab on my rather substantial boner. I figured that she would scream and that my life would be ruined, but she looked very pleased and in no time at all we had plans for Friday night. Her ass was even nicer naked, but I wasn't really interested in Nicole, just her ass. We dated for a while, fucked a lot and then just parted ways when my appetite for ass á la Nicole was sated.
Other girls caught my eye and things went about the same way as with Nicole. I fucked at least a third of the girls in my class in the spring and summer of my senior year in high school and everyone of them was happy when we parted, no bullshit or tears or anything. A clean break and they were friendly afterwards. My friends were really impressed and wondered how I was managing this, what my angle was. I had no idea.
Freshman year of college was about the same, lots of girls, clean breaks and I started to wonder why I was so successful. Most of the time I didn't even ask the girls out, they asked me. I caught sight of a nice girl, or her ass, and she would ask me out right then and there. By Thanksgiving the girls even started to end the relationships just when I got bored, one girl even ended it just after I came for the third time on our first fucking session. (I wanted her to, I had had what I wanted from her.) Something was going on here, something I needed to understand.
