I have no excuse. Even now, nearly 20 years later, I realize that my actions during much of my life have been irresponsible. Immature. And in some cases, downright inhumane. After many years of introspection, I can do no more than to take responsibility for my past. There's a saying that "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." My life for the past 15 years has been a case study in the proof of that.

The thing is, I'm not sure that the inexperience of youth is an adequate way to explain my behavior. If, for instance, you were a teenage boy with the power to have sex with literally any woman, you'd probably pounce on the idea. If you were a man in your 20's with the power to amass a great fortune, you probably would. If you were a man in your 30's with the power to make your life easier, you'd do that too. The point is, where absolute, untraceable power is available, the ends will justify the means. Until, that is, you look back on your life with an unvarnished eye. But it took a lot of lessons to erase the rose coloring from my glasses.

My first summer with enhanced mental powers can best be described as an orgiastic gluttony of self-indulgence that reached mythic proportions. If it swung its ass, had tits and could spread its legs, I fucked it. At first I just tried out some of the girls in the neighborhood, showing up on their doorstep first thing in the morning. After sampling their pleasures all day, I'd leave them in the afternoon, well-fucked and exhausted. That lost its appeal quickly, as most of the girls in my neighborhood were dogs. Instead, I started hanging out at the beach. With their tiny bikinis just barely restraining their soft flesh, the girls were just about begging to be taken. But, have you ever tried to find someplace private to fuck at a crowded beach? Even fucking in the car can leave you open to discovery, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

I finally ended up at the mall. No other venue gave me such a wide variety of women to choose from. And while they weren't as scantily clad as the ones at the beach, they were certainly much less likely to be encumbered by macho boyfriends and the like. Oh, sure, many of them had boyfriends. It's just that their boyfriends hardly ever accompanied them tothe mall. I solved the bedding problem with a great piece of deception. Actually, it was an idea I stole from a movie. Like the cops in the movie, I took over a construction trailer. The trailer had been used the previous winter for the mall's remodeling. Now it just sat there, empty, waiting for its owner to come haul it away. Hidden in the corner of the dumpster courtyard on the north end of the mall, it was easy to lead my girlfriends through the many service hallways to reach my love nest without being seen. I even 'persuaded' a salesperson in the mall's bedding store to throw away a perfectly good mattress and sheets, which I then installed in my new trailer home. With a little extra pushing and scrounging I added a small refrigerator, a bottled water machine, and a number of other household items. As long as I kept the door locked and the windows blocked, the security guards never suspected a thing.

My days at the mall usually started around eleven in the morning. I'd check to see that my trailer was still there. I expected that the construction company would eventually wise up about their missing trailer, but they never did. Then I'd head into the mall, cruising for my first partner. In the first few days I'd just latch onto any girl that looked like she'd be a good lay. But I quickly discovered that just because a girl was beautiful didn't automatically mean that she was a good lover. In fact, I discovered that some of the most attractive girls were the worst lovers, just because they were used to having men cater to their every whim. They didn't know how to give as well as receive.

Of course, a lot of that might've had to do with the fact that I concentrated solely on girls about my age. Not women. Girls. (Though my appreciation of older women grew a great deal that summer.) But at the time, I didn't want them any older than eighteen. I liked them young, nubile and relatively inexperienced.A sweet young thing, wearing a halter top and shorts, braless and with her hair flowing free was enough to get my cock at attention and my mind working overtime. I'd concentrate on the ones who were alone, or just having left their friends. That way no one would notice if they disappeared for a while. I'd enter their mind and check, first and foremost, to make sure they weren't virgins. It was a lame attempt at a moral code, and one I abandoned in college. Still, you'd be surprised at how many girls still were virgins at seventeen. Admittedly, if I found them attractive and they'd never even given a blow job, I'd take them to my trailer for a little training. There's nothing like a pair of virgin lips wrapped around your throbbing cock, sucking your meat while you fondle her tits, knowing all the while that you're the first to have her this way.

After I'd located my partner for the morning, I'd discreetly enter her mind and suggest that she head to a certain door and look for me. By this time I'd concocted a set story to implant in their minds. I was their boyfriend, who they desperately wanted to keep. I kept them happy, bought them things and made their romantic fantasies come true. In return, they felt a very strong urge to give themselves to me; to make sure that I received all the pleasure they could give. That's all I'd offer them. Their minds filled in the blanks.

After meeting them at the door and greeting them with a kiss, I'd put my hand around their waist and lead them to the trailer. From a visit to the security office I knew the coverage of all the cameras and was careful to stay out of their view. Once inside the trailer my partner and I were safe and sound.

My opening move depended on my mood. If I was in a bad mood I might just push them down on the bed, pull their halter top up, pull their shorts and panties down, rip open my shorts and plunge my meat deep into their cunt. With a small boost of adrenaline, their early dryness and discomfort would quickly give way to a warm, wet pleasure. I never wanted to hurt a girl, just feel completely powerful. On days when I was feeling good about myself, I'd have the girl worship me first. As I leaned back in my chair, she'd remove my shoes and socks, then reverently pull my pants down. Kissing every inch of skin as it was revealed, she'd pull my T-shirt up, and then finally be allowed to remove my boxers. Her goal then would be to have as much of her skin in contact with my skin. A very sexy game.