A babbling brook, the sunlight filtering softly through clusters of green leaves overhead; it was nice. It had been a lazy day for sure but a welcomed reprieve from the usual rigmarole of your business. A lavender, wide-brimmed wizard hat settled over your brow and personal grimoire flipped open to no particular page in question.
There is a sudden rustling from the thick shrubbery to your back and moments later a female brigand lunged forward, dagger in hand. All the makings of a wild woman were there, but she was little more than a child; young but with the smarmy grin of arrogance. "Got any coin, love?"
Reading time was over. You had a cool temper even in the face of danger, a calmness that only came with a victory already decided. "I'll give you one chance," you groaned while stretching, rising from a makeshift driftwood stool, "can't you see I'm busy?"
Your indignation elicited a smug chuckle, this would-be-highway'girl' barely able to contain a rising, raucous laugh.
"So you wanna get shivved, eh'?" The blade danced beneath her fingertips and glinted with a flash of sunlight before propelling forward; the battle was already over.
"'Spontaneous Orgasm'", you spoke in but a whisper; this weak minded maiden would only need a fraction of the spell's power.
"Gg-guk, w-what~~" Her expression twisted, eyelids fluttering in spasming fits, knees buckled inward; any moment now.
Her eyes widened like dinner saucers as joyful tears uncontrollably welled at the edges of her eyes and the blade slipped from her twitching fingers, "Gyaah! Ha-Haah...Ouughh~~!" Wave after wave of will-shattering euphoria crashed against the fragile bulwark of her mind; the spell wasn't even a powerful one,
"Well, there goes my afternoon," these situations had long lost their arousing appeal, little more than interruptions to your seldom earned down time, "Enjoy it, you have a couple hours."
"W-Wait! M-M-Make it s-sto-- Ueegghh!" The bandit's amber hair in messy clumps, leather chaps slick with her own love juices, 'Spontaneous Orgasm' was the bread and butter of your magical repertoire and was woefully unmatched in its ability to disable perky interlopers.
As the thief's shaky cries grew fainter and fainter the road seemed to stretch on endlessly. Yours wasn't a bad life by any means but in a world were you were the only 'Eros Sorcerer' --to your knowledge-- it was often lonely. The belabored coos of pleading maidens, me paying small fortunes for larger 'tools', etc. etc. etc. Your personal proclivities aligned your work with younger demographics, but age was nothing but a number. Yes, life as the Cunnymancer was simple, monotonous and shallow, though you did meet an interesting assortment of 'characters'. You weren't heading anywhere particular; the road always led to some pornographic problem with a smutty solution.