Horny Thoughts = Horny Plans

You're probably wondering where I've been...

Well... My life has completely changed since then...

I don't live in a poor house anymore, I don't need to work, I read and exercise every day, Everyone always want to fuck with me.

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I want to get out of jail.

2 weeks ago

My eyes open slowly as I feel a soft warmth against my back.

Hmm? why am I here?

I turn to my other direction and I was convinced of something...I am indeed going to love my new life....

Next to me I see mis-...no, Amber is next to me, in a state that no one will ever be able to see her again.... no one but me.

Her beautiful body of a fair complexion is so much more beautiful when the light reveals her gorgeous beauty, those breasts...I knew they were well cared for, but damn...

I̶'̶M̶ ̶S̶O̶ ̶F̶U̶C̶K̶I̶N̶G̶ ̶J̶E̶A̶L̶O̶U̶S̶ ̶O̶F̶ ̶H̶-.... I am so happy to be able to contemplate her beautiful body.

I could play with that pair of breasts right now, but i plan to treat it like a christmas present, enjoy every second i take off the wrapping so i can slowly appreciate my beautiful toy....

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Yes, I behaved like a **** one, but I swear that next time, I will act like the dominant one.

Amber looks so beautiful sleeping, I could be here forever and I would never complain, I can see her breasts moving slowly thanks to her constant breathing, I can see her ENTIRE body and record it mentally, detail by detail, those beautiful hips, that cute tattoo on her arm, her beautiful hair.

But I guess no joy lasts forever.

I watch as Amber slowly moves and slowly opens her eyes, I immediately stand in front of her and kiss her good morning.

"H-HMMM!???" She clearly wasn't prepared for that and the blush and her surprised expression confirms it to me.

"Good morning, my sweetie cupcake"

"W-wha!? W-who!? Wh-....!?"

"I hope you don't forget everything we did" *wink* I slowly direct my hands to her nipples and give her a playful touch "Cause this won't be the last time we do it"

"M-mmh J-Jess, I understand you want to have h-hmn those kind of thoughts, but it's getting late, you should go home."

...Home? ..... I've never been happier in my life to go home than I am right now!

"Okay" I said excitedly, "but I hope you're ready for tomorrow, because you have to know that I'm very lovey dovey and flirty, bye bye cutie"

As I head for the door I notice 2 things, the first that I am still naked and the second that I don't have the marker......

WHERE IS THE MARKER!?

Oh wait, I think I left it in my skirt, I should put some clothes on before I go out.

Yeah, I might smell like sex all over my body, and my messy and somewhat wet clothes from those signs, but no one seems to notice.... or no one cares.

Wait, why should they care? I'm a goddess, I can do whatever I want, I could write my name on anyone and have sex right away, I could walk into any place and claim it, I could walk into a bakery and eat as many loaves of bread as I want.

...No, that's too evil, even for me.

But if I have this power why the fuck should I be on the same level as everyone else? ..... Damn, I think I hit my head when I was a little girl.

Moving through the streets while I'm lost in thought I decide to put my 2 step plan into action:

1. I write my name on a pretty girl
2. I have sex with that girl and give her my address in case I need more sex.

Sounds like a great plan, nothing can go wrong.

In my defense the plan was good, but you know? I forgot a small detail.....

THE MARKER CAN BE ERASED

I can only imagine how worried my beloved toaster will be about me, oh and my family too.

I'm in a small cell, approximately 8 ft, a small bed very neglected, as I'm new here I have no way of knowing the guards' schedules, the best I can do is to find something to write with, as I don't have a marker, I could try to write with the plastic spoons on the wall, it would definitely be a slow process, but I could try, I think the meal times are very guarded in terms of interaction and supervision, I have to be stealthy, I hope so many years of cheating in the exams will do me some good.

Or I could ask the guard for a marker to draw with or something, they don't seem aggressive.

But even if I achieve it, what am I supposed to do next? I mean I never aspired to that much, I could dominate the world if I wanted, but it would be very difficult.

Now that I think about it, why do I have these powers? And why now and not before when I was a horny teenager, some miracle? I was born with these powers and they are still developing?...Does it matter? I can make all my dreams come true, I should enjoy it as much as I can.

I wonder if I should have a plan, do I need a plan? The only thing I plan on is to write on all the pretty girls I see, the boys too if they get problematic, wait.....How will I use the powers on someone who is blind?

While I am locked in my thoughts my cellmate enters.

...No matter what, I have to get something to write with, as soon as possible.

"He-..." I barely head towards her with the intention of speaking and it doesn't take long for her to put me in a headlock and put me against the wall.

"Listen stupid, I'm in charge here, you will do what I want you to do and say what I want you to say, Understood, bitch?" She hits me all over the face that leaves me with a black eye, then she starts pulling my hair and yelling in my ear "GOT IT, BITCH!?"

"I-I-I" It's the first time I feel fear running through my veins, who the hell is this girl? "Y-ye -...." before she can respond she delivers a very hard blow to my stomach.

"I have killed animals tougher than you, if you try something stupid I will make sure to make you regret it, you wouldn't be the first whore to try it" She throws me hard to the floor and says "You start tomorrow, you better show up or you and I will have some problems" she spits at me and goes to her bed.

"Y̶o̶u̶ ̶f̶u̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶b̶i̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶i̶d̶e̶a̶ ̶w̶h̶o̶ ̶I̶ ̶a̶m̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶w̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶s̶e̶r̶v̶e̶ ̶m̶e̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶s̶h̶i̶p̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶g̶r̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶l̶k̶ ̶o̶n̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶s̶u̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶u̶m̶i̶l̶i̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶ ̶r̶i̶d̶i̶c̶u̶l̶o̶u̶s̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶e̶n̶i̶g̶r̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶d̶o̶o̶r̶m̶a̶t̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶s̶u̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶n̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶w̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶d̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶s̶t̶o̶p̶ ̶i̶t̶,̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶f̶a̶c̶e̶ ̶s̶m̶e̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶m̶u̶d̶ ̶f̶r̶o̶m̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶e̶s̶,̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶̶̶u̶s̶e̶l̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶t̶u̶p̶i̶d̶ ̶p̶i̶e̶c̶e̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶r̶a̶s̶h̶. Y-yes.