Chapter 3

Once I go into their thoughts, a tiny bit of my ability to read them remains in there. Until they die, of course. Then that ends. Who knows what happens after you die? My connection to their mind, however tenuous, ends. I know that.

I usually don’t see what happens, but when it finally does, a tiny foggy image pops into my mind. Almost like a faintly overheard snippet of conversation drifting by in a crowd. And I just know it’s over for them.

So, yeah. I’ll trick this guy into letting me suck his dick and he’ll sheepishly slink away as another life that I’ve destroyed.

Why can’t they just keep it to themselves and carry on?

That’s easy. Because they love too powerfully. I need the cum of a man who’s love is pure. A man who would rather die than hurt their partner – wife, girlfriend, whatever – boyfriend, for that matter.

Just a man who’s love is pure and powerful.

A man who would never, ever, ever cheat on their partner.

That’s what I need. And taking what I do from a man that is so in love and so devoted, comes with consequences.

Oh, fuck it.

Fuck me and my shitty existence.

Here goes another one.

“Sorry, sweetie,” I begin my loosely-scripted monologue. “I was just thinking about how lucky I was to have met you tonight.” I run my hand up his thigh, feeling the bulge in his pants beneath my fingers.

“Oh, I’m the lucky one,” he tells me. “I’ve never met a woman as beautiful as you, Debbie.”

If only he could see the real me. But part of my charm is that he cannot. He doesn’t even remember he’s married. He probably can’t even remember his own name, right now. He just needs me to get him off.

I’m a real charmer in that regard.

“You’re amazing,” he mumbles as he clumsily reaches under my shirt to paw at my massive tits.

“Uh-uh. No, no, no,” I chide him. “My turn, first.”

I deftly unzip his pants and free his straining erection as he pushes the button to recline the car seat back a little, making room for me, then lets out a soft moan as my lips engulf the head of his cock.

And, no, I don’t bite his dick off. I don’t suck his blood or any of that fairytale bullshit. I do something far worse.

I ruin his life.

As I suck his entire cock into my mouth, he groans. He’s loving it. I can feel that sharply in my mind. Sadly, it’s not love for me. It’s love for the feeling of having his dick sucked.