Ryan's POV
As a healthy man, Ryan was very used to waking up with morning wood and handling it. Either by stroking himself to completion, or by having a cold shower and going about his day. But now ever since the one night stand, ever since Vivian Rose, he was having…difficulties in that department.
When most men said they were having problems with their dick. It often had to do with them not being able to get it up.
Luckily for Ryan, that was not an issue for him.
Blood still flowed to the necessary region and stayed there. But him getting an erection was now a big problem.
It seemed that somewhere along the way his dick had developed preferences.
***
At first, Ryan had not noticed that something was wrong.
When handling his morning wood after the one night stand with Vivian. He had simply assumed that she was the image that came to mind because their time together was so recent.
But as the days had gone on, Ryan had realized, to his great horror that unless he was thinking of Vivian Rose, he could not keep an erection.
That had never happened to him before. And so for the last few days, he had been trying to remedy the situation.
That morning, as was often the case, Ryan woke up, half-hard and humping the mattress.
"Vivian," He murmured, his voice rough from sleep. Turning onto his back with a groan, he reached into his pajama pants and pulled out his dick. Imagining that instead of it being his own hand. It was Vivian's delicate one holding him. He tightened his grip a little and let out a shuddering breath as he remembered how it had felt when she had done it.
Eyes closed, his hand moving at a steady rhythm over his length.
Ryan let his imagination run wild, and Vivian was suddenly there joining him on the bed.
"Need some help," She asked, those gorgeous grey eyes glinting mischievously. Widening his legs, Ryan imagined her settling between them. Those bouncy boobs dragging over his thighs as she leaned in, her soft lips settling over his tip.
Memory and imagination merged, he remembered how wet her mouth had been, how skillfully her tongue had worked over him. The way it had felt when she'd let him thrust into her mouth.
Her moans going straight through his shaft.
"Vivian, …Vivian…" He called, his hand speeding up. Then Ryan's mind caught up to what was going on and he immediately tried to change course.
Not again.
He had promised himself that he would no longer be coming to thoughts of Vivian Rose, she was in the past. Constantly thinking about her would not help him at all. Banishing all thoughts of Vivian from his mind. Ryan continued to move his hand over his length.
Only this time, he was thinking of a faceless woman who met the criteria of women that he normally took to bed. Perfectly proportional, long legs, a slim waist, the works.
The type of woman who looked great on the runway and even better in bed with him.
Ryan even made her busty for good measure.
Where Vivian had dark hair, he made her blonde.
"Come play with me, Ryan," He imagined the woman saying, holding that image in his mind, he continued to work his hand over his cock. But instead of hardening further, his erection began to flag until his dick went completely limp, no longer interested.
Staring down at himself in anger and frustration. Ryan threw his head back, the soft pillows catching him.
Glaring up at the ceiling he let out an exhale.
"You do know that we had climaxes before her right, you cannot continue to be stuck on one woman," His cock, laying unresponsive against his thigh did not even twitch.
Ryan, pretending that it was not a part of him, raised his head and glared down at it. But no matter how much anger he tried to direct at his flaccid cock it remained unmoved.
Running a hand through his hair, Ryan fell back on the bed once again, deciding to stop trying to distance himself from his shaft. It was a part of him and just as it had a problem, he had a problem.
Knowing that the best way to do away with his frustrations was to indulge in the very fantasy that he wanted to avoid. Ryan closed his eyes and summoned thoughts of Vivian. This time, she was on top of him, completely naked as she rode him.
In reality, Ryan did not even have to touch himself.
The moment that he saw Vivian in his mind's eye and imagined the tightness of her walls around him. He went from limp to fully hard in a matter of seconds. The next thing he knew, his dick was twitching wildly as he came completely untouched.
Ropes of come, going everywhere.
***
Cleaned of all evidence of the morning's happenings, Ryan was out on his penthouse balcony having breakfast. As he buttered his toast, he tried to think of what could be causing his unusual symptoms.
Could it be a curse?
Some sort of glass slipper situation where he'd found the perfect pussy for his cock, and now nobody else would do.
Any other time he would have dismissed such a ludicrous thing. But it made a lot of sense. Not only was Vivian invading his thoughts when he sought his early morning release. When he had tried to go back to his playboy lifestyle. It had led to very disappointing results.
Other women, no matter how beautiful they were, just did not do it for him anymore.
It was completely ridiculous. He could not live that way. No man could. He was a lover of women and he would not let himself be destroyed simply because he had dipped his dick into the wrong pussy.