Vivian's POV
As much as she did not like to think about it, most of the faults that Vivian had, had been pointed out multiple times by her ex.
Bryce, being a personal trainer and as a result being in peak physical condition, had seemed to take great pleasure in pointing out her flaws.
If there was something with her that was not quite right, that did not fit the mold. Then Bryce made sure to let her know.
He would often target her belly, telling her to do more crunches to burn off the fat. Pretending like he was kidding when they both knew that he really was not.
He'd trace her stretch marks and tell her to find a cream or an oil that would make them disappear. He would also complain about how her breasts were too big. How it would have been better if they were that way because she'd had implants instead of them being naturally big.
'If they were implants at least the doctor would make sure that they will not cause problems for your back. With these ones you might need to have them reduced at some point,'
Never mind that she did not suffer from back pain like most women with big boobs did.
Bryce had not cared about that. He'd just seen a fault and had pointed it out to her.
But there had been one particular thing about her that Bryce had not been able to stand. Something that he had always made sure to complain about and that thing had been…Vivian's low sex drive.
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When it came to all of the other things he'd complained about from her stretch marks to her weight.
Vivian had been able to find ways to look around those faults. Reassuring herself that her marks were signs of a grown woman, and that a little bit of extra fat just made her cuddly.
But when it had come to the sex drive thing, she had not been able to find a positive in that.
Having a low sex drive had meant that the two of them were not intimate very often. That even when they were she was really doing it for him, not because she wanted to.
So in the end even though it had hurt, Vivian had been forced to agree with Bryce that she really did have a low sex drive.
Except now it seemed that she no longer had that problem.
One night in bed with billionaire Ryan Terrell, and all of a sudden Vivian was realizing that she was a sexual being.
Ever since her one night stand. Now most nights when Vivian was up late, she was not reading or drawing. Instead she could often be found with her hand between her legs, rubbing herself off.
Sometimes she did not even have to be up late. She would go to bed at a reasonable hour. Then she would wake up in the middle of the night to the feel of phantom hands on her, and a big, big man stretching her in all the right ways. During those times she would start fingering herself, still half asleep and already searching for release.
Only managing to find it, by imagining that she had something bigger pressing into her, and that there was someone whispering in her ear. Calling her 'gorgeous', and 'sweet thing', his hands holding her like she was something precious.
If the need to touch herself only overwhelmed her at night, Vivian would have been able to come up with some sort of lie. To convince herself that her pussy was now only well acquainted with her hand, because she got lonely during the night. But now even in the mornings Vivian woke up wanting, and she often could not function until she got herself off.
After years of being able to go months without touching herself in such a way. Vivian suddenly felt like if she did not climax at least once a day, she would die.
Just who was this sex beast, because it most definitely was not her.
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Despite having worked at the preschool for several years.
Vivian was not really friends with the other teachers there. That did not mean they were not friendly with each other. They were not enemies, they just didn't hang out much after work.
But they did tend to have their lunches together, and that was currently what was going on.
Which was why Vivian felt like she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. While holding a banana in her hand Vivian had made the mistake of letting her mind wander. In doing so, she'd found herself thinking about a particular banana shaped organ that belonged to a certain billionaire, and while having such naughty thoughts she'd apparently started smiling like she was high. Prompting the other teachers to ask her what was wrong.
Now Vivian, unable to look at the banana any longer was passing it on to a colleague, and getting to her feet quickly
"I just realized that I forgot something in my car. I'm going to get it now," No one seemed to believe her. But thankfully they did not push, allowing her to speed walk out of the room.
Once in her car, Vivian seriously considered calling Amy to tell her about her dilemma. But she quickly decided against it. She would never be able to live it down if she told her friend that she'd caught something from Ryan Terrell, and that, that something was an addiction to climaxes. But even though it was a secret she would be taking to the grave with her, Vivian knew she had to do something about it, and soon. She could not keep looking at phallic objects and losing her mind