Vivian's POV
Instead of driving to her destination, Vivian had taken the bus, knowing that with the place's less than stellar reputation. She would be in danger of being robbed if she took her own transport.
Now, after getting off at a stop, she was walking towards the particular store that she had come there for.
With each step she took, Vivian could not help but feel as though everybody was watching her. As though they all knew exactly why she was there and were judging her harshly. Pulling on her giant hoodie to hide her face even more. She picked up her pace until she finally made it into the shop that she searched for online.
The tiny bell jingling above her head had the store attendant looking up from his phone at her arrival. His nose ring catching her attention as he blinked at her in disinterest and popped the pink bubble gum that he was chewing.
Resisting the urge to walk right out and run back towards the bus stop.
Vivian lifted her hand in greeting. Quickly lowering it, when the attendant scoffed and went back to his phone.
Moving through the aisles, Vivian could not find what she was looking for.
For a moment she panicked, wondering if it was best to leave, or if she could work up the courage to go over to the attendant and ask for help.
Just as she felt as though her head were about to split into two, due to her indecisiveness. Her eyes finally caught sight of what she had come in there for. Grabbing the nearest packet quickly. She made her way over to the counter, and handed it over.
Then she waited anxiously as the attendant processed her purchase.
The moment she was done paying and it was given to her. She quickly hid the item beneath her hoodie as though she had stolen it and ran out the door.
She heard the attendant giggling as the door closed behind her, but Vivian did not care.
She had accomplished her mission.
It only occurred to her, once she was well on her way home, that it would have been easier and far less embarrassing for her to buy her product online and have it delivered to her.
Swallowing down her embarrassment after realizing such an obvious thing.
Vivian consoled herself with the fact that she at least had what she had been looking for in her possession.
She did not have to wait for its arrival, or pay extra to have it in her hands a bit faster.
***
In the safety of her bedroom. The door locked and the curtains drawn, Vivian pulled out the object that she had gone to so much trouble to acquire.
After unboxing it, she simply stared for a bit, her throat working as she swallowed. Reaching out, she touched the bright green dildo with a shaky hand, then she quickly pulled it back, and went back to just looking again.
It was smaller than Ryan Terrell's dick, and also not as wide. It also was not very lifelike.
Realizing that she was only listing negatives about the product, Vivian stopped herself.
It was not meant as a replacement for the real deal. It was just something to take the edge off.
Her own fingers just were not doing enough for her anymore. She needed something bigger, something that would reach deeper.
It would have been better if it were Ryan's cock, but since she would never be having that again, the suction cup dildo that she'd manage to get, would have to do.
Having never used such a toy in her life, Vivian was a little nervous. But mostly she was excited, surely with the dildo in her, her pussy would stop missing the feel of Ryan Terrell's dick so much.
***
On her hands and knees in the bathroom, pushing backwards and forwards. The dildo sliding in and out of her, Vivian was starting to believe that in trying to help herself, she had actually added more to her problem.
The dildo as good as it was when it came to reaching deeper in her, was also reminding her what it was like to be split open by a big man. To have him buried so deep, she could almost feel him in her stomach.
Pushing on and off desperately, her muscles sore, her skin's sticky with sweat, Vivian tried to get the right amount of pressure…of friction.
There, there, there! She kept moving, seeking to go to that wonderful place where Ryan's dick had sent her multiple times. Biting her lower lip, she reached down between her legs and rubbed at herself as she continued to move on the dildo.
Finally letting off a little scream as she was able to come for the second time that night.
Sliding off the dildo, Vivian ended up on the floor, panting heavily as she tried to get herself under control.
As soon as her breathing was no longer frantic however. She felt a telltale pull beneath her bellybutton and she groaned in frustration. It was never enough, first her fingers, now the dildo.
Sure she was able to get off. But her cunt was used to something else. Something better and it was not shy about letting her know exactly what it wanted.
Grabbing the dildo and cleaning it off. Vivian, still naked headed back into her bedroom.
She opened her drawer, fully intending to put the toy away But seeing her sketchpad and pencil nearby she suddenly had an idea.
Taking the two as well as the dildo with her to bed. Vivian put the sketchpad aside and grabbed the toy, getting onto her back, she lifted her legs and slowly pushed it in. Letting out a sigh once it was all the way in.
Rather than moving it, she let it go, and pushed herself up until she was leaning against the headboard.
Grabbing the sketchpad and pencil, Vivian began to draw from memory. Pausing every now and then to grab at the dildo and thrust it in and out of herself. Seeking more inspiration as her artwork began to take shape.
By the time that she was done Vivian was trembling with need. The picture that she had just created was so lifelike that she wanted to reach into the paper and pull it out.
Unfortunately she could not do that, but at the very least she had just created a very lifelike drawing of Ryan Terrell's dick. She would not get to feel it inside of her. But now she would at least be able to look at it as she used her fake dick.
She really hoped that it would help.