Marvel would never make a movie about it, but damn if it isn't exciting in its own way. See—I'm one of the first X-Men. A real one, I mean. And my ability doesn't heal me or make me fly or give me explosive eyesight, but it's one I don't think any red-blooded guy or gal would pass up if given the chance: a mastery over the sexual arousal of others.
It started when I hit puberty, and it made the perpetual boner of my teen years that much worse. It didn't take that much concentration as a high school sophomore—just a little thought to a dimple-cheeked, blossoming classmate of mine—to plant her seed of arousal, build on it, inflame it, and before long be enjoying her flushed face out of the corner of my vision, her sharp breaths, the two of us alone knowing that her horniness was building to a fever-pitch, her nipples hardening, her panties and skirt soaking through…
And the teachers—fuck, that was almost hotter. Getting gorgeous Algebra teacher Mrs. Willets so aroused and flustered that she'd forget what she was saying mid-sentence, letting it burn slow for the entire period, getting her in fucking heat the entire lecture with no release, and being the only one who knew what was happening… I'm surprised I didn't tear a hole through my jeans.