Life as I know it

[Overlydriven]

You should hear my story, but before you do... You should hear who I am. My name is not important, if it were I would tell you, well not as important as who I am. Three years ago I was just like you in almost every way Imaginable. I lived a normal life, drove a normal car, worked a normal (albeit rather mundane) job. What changed was not me, but who knew about me. You see I am an empath, and not like the television psychic who claims to understand the stars or some thing. I am an empath, I know what your emotion, what your mood when you walk into the room. How, you ask? Pheromones (I don't expect you to believe me, but never the less its true) they are the chemicals released by the body in response to the right stimulus. You may not be aware of it, most people aren't, but you release them every minute of every day. Most people are only subliminally aware; turned on by the presence of a woman they might not normally notice, ready to fight when an individual walks through the door, a demonstration of dominance or submissiveness as a man approaches you. Most people have no clue what they sense just that an overwhelming emotion fills them. Some are not quite so oblivious; Byron knew when women were aroused and capitalized upon it, others pushed the battle forward when they could smell the fear of their enemies. They use their keen awareness of certain things to cease the moment and capture their chance. I, however, am one step ahead of this. I can smell your fear, I can smell arousal, I can waft the anger on the air, and sense the confidence long before the strut. You cannot control them, you cannot change them, but I can; and for years I have used it to my advantage, to get the girl, the job, the promotion, to get the better deal on a car. For years I have used my empathic abilities to my advantage, with it came the ability to sense my own pheromones and adapt my behavior, my mindset to illicit the effect I want from those around me. However, as I began to practice and to utilize my skills; other became aware. Again at this moment how and who is not important, what is important is that I am on the run, I am trying to buy the distance I need for the freedom I desire, and I will use you to accomplish it. I will make you want me, fear me, I will play to your passion and your disgust, and when I am gone it will have been your idea and you will be glad for it.

 

[Overlydriven]

The moment I walked in, I could smell her perfume a hint of lilac and vanilla, it was quite warm and welcoming, the contrast of what I got from her. I could tell she was excitable, she wanted something, but she didn't even know it. As she sat with her friend sipping her coffee I noticed her incredibly long legs under the table, her shorts just long enough, and her heels just high enough. I knew she was the one, She wore her top a little tight but not to low. The way she minded her posture and position I could she was a reserved girl, not willing or likely to give to much away too easily; but I knew what no other guy in the place did, that she was filled with desire and passion, so much so it would overthrow her good girl exterior and her reserved ways. I would just need to do a little coaxing. I walked to the counter and ordered a cup of coffee and glanced over my shoulder at her. I knew this would have to be done slowly, it would have to seem as if it was a mutual thing in the approach. My heart raced and breathing became shallow. I knew if I was to get out of here, I was going to have to convince her to take me.