Vivian's POV
Freshly showered, with a comfy robe on and her feet cocooned in her favorite bunny slippers. Vivian walked into her bedroom, were someone to look in, they would have been forgiven for thinking that she was about to go to sleep.
But that could not have been farther from the truth.
Kicking off her slippers, the woman looked at her little setup, and her face heated.
Goodness! How naughty she had become.
She was now so brazen that she had left her dildo and the drawing of Ryan's dick out so that they would be waiting for her when she got into bed.
Taking a deep breath and ignoring the blush on her cheeks, Vivian undid her robe and let it fall. Revealing the naked skin below. Kicking off her slippers, she climbed onto her bed.
That done, Vivian reached for the now laminated drawing of Ryan's cock
Tracing the length with her fingertip.
She called forth memories of what the real deal felt like.
Her breath hitching as she remembered the feel of it. Still staring at the picture, she lowered the hand that had been touching the drawing. Bringing it all the way down to the spot between her legs. She rubbed at herself, slipping one finger in, then two. Barely daring to blink as she worked herself open, getting herself nice and wet.
While she did so, Vivian allowed herself to recall what it had felt like when Ryan had been the one fingering her, those delicate digits of his buried deep within her. Coaxing pleasure out of her pussy and making her tremble with the intensity of it.
"Oh Ryan," She breathed, sweat running down her brow.
The hand holding the drawing was now shaking visibly. Putting it down, Vivian reached for the dildo, and she got herself comfortable. Her back, going against the headboard
With the drawing propped up on a pillow for a better view, she slowly pushed the dildo in.
Imagining that it was something bigger, something more alive and attached to a very handsome man.
Just thinking of Ryan, with those blue eyes of his focused intensely on her as he thrust in and out, had Vivian moving her hand with intent. Searching for the same type of pleasure that the man had given her. Looking over at the drawing, she closed her eyes, and imagined that Ryan was right there, taking her apart with relentless thrusts.
In the end, she came imagining his lips against her own, their bodies entwined. Her whole body shaking as her cunt clung to the dildo desperately.
It was not quite as good as being with Ryan Terrell, but Vivian would take it. Hopefully with time, she would come to enjoy using the dildo more than she had the real thing.
***
As it turned out, she could not just replace Ryan Terrell with a dildo and a drawing. Her pussy wanted the real deal.
When Vivian had been creating the drawing of Ryan's dick, a part of her had truly believed that it would be useful. That looking at it would help her be able to get over the man.
But now she was realizing that, that had been wishful thinking.
She still regularly used the drawing, whenever she got herself off, and nothing had changed.
If anything, she found herself wishing for Ryan's cock even more. The fact that she had once again just used the drawing alongside her dildo, in order to reach at climax, was proof of that.
Vivian could not keep living like that. A life where she was dependent on a drawing to feel even a little bit of satisfaction, was not one that she wanted for herself.
Which was why, after weeks of staying silent on the matter, she was finally sharing with Amy, hoping that a new perspective would help her.
She was not telling her friend everything, only the bare minimum.
"I just cannot seem to forget about him, Amy, I think about him constantly and I worry that I will be stuck dreaming about Ryan Terrell, when he most likely does not even remember my name,"
Amy, who thought that dreams were where it ended, and knew nothing about the very creepy dick drawing that Vivian had, scratched at her head lightly as she thought.
Then she suddenly stopped, snapping her fingers as her eyes lit up.
"I have a solution to your problem," Instantly sitting up, instead of continuing to lie on her friend's carpet, Vivian scooted over to where Amy was seated on her couch, and gripped her knee tight.
"Really what is it?" Her hand settling over Vivian's, Amy patted her lightly on the knuckles.
"It is easy, think about it, it is no wonder you cannot stop thinking about the man, he is the first person other than that horrible Bryce that you have slept with in years. So of course you would grow attached. The only way to get rid of that attachment is to sleep with someone else, the world is a big place, go out there find a man, have some fun,"
What?!
***
Unsurprisingly Vivian's reaction to her friend's so-called solution, had been to laugh until she could not.
Amy had not appreciated that at all. She had sulked until Vivian had apologized. Even then, Vivian had only been forgiven when she had cooked dinner in apology.
But after three more nights of having to look at the drawing of Ryan's dick in order to attain pleasure. Vivian was finally desperate enough to try out Amy's idea. The other woman had cackled madly over the phone when Vivian had confessed her plans for the night.
Now, Vivian, desperate for a dick that had nothing to do with Ryan Terrell, was out and about, instead of sitting in front of the TV on a Friday night, with a box of pizza on her lap.
The bar she was in, was nothing at all like the fancy place where she had met Ryan.
It was the type of middle class establishment that Vivian fit right in at. The kind of place filled with firefighters and police officers. Finding a seat despite how busy it was, she nervously looked around the bar, wanting to see if anyone was watching her in interest.
Unfortunately for her, she found several eyes on her, and none of them were interesting at all-perhaps she should have opted for a shirt that did not show so much cleavage.
But it was too late to change, so she subtly took in the men showing interest in her.
There was a man in an ill-fitting suit and a very visible wedding band who winked at her. Vivian instantly found someplace else to look. She had never been, and never wanted to be a home wrecker. Then there was an elderly gentleman who tipped his glass at her, Vivian nodded at him, but turned away before the man could make more of the exchange than it really was. He had a look to him like he'd seen a lot in life. Vivian already had enough baggage. She could not handle someone else's.
After quietly dismissing a few more would-be suitors, she decided to order herself a drink. While waiting for it to arrive, she suddenly felt a hand on her lower back. Jumping up and getting to her feet, she found herself staring at a man with a thick beard.
"Hey there sugar," He greeted, his smile revealing that he was missing several teeth. As though to emphasize that point he ran his tongue over the empty spots. Poking it out at her and wiggling it in her direction, and that was all that it took for Vivian to decide that the bar scene really was not for her.
Grabbing her purse off the counter, she speed-walked out the door, pretending she could not hear the toothless man calling after her. Once outside of the bar she ran all the way to her car, got in and immediately drove away. If she needed to see other dicks in order to get over Ryan, then those dicks would definitely not be coming from the bar that she had just left.