Vivian's POV
Sweat running down her brow.
Hair untied, her fingers aching, Vivian worked the dildo in and out of herself. Trying to go to that sweet, sweet, place where the whole world faded away for a long, blissful moment.
But it just was not working. Bringing her other hand down, she tried rubbing at her nub. But when the combination of sensations became painful instead of pleasurable, she pulled the dildo out of herself and tossed it aside.
Her other hand stayed between her legs as she petted her cunt in apology.
Growling in frustration, Vivian looked over at where she was keeping the sketch of Ryan Terrell's dick and then she quickly looked away.
No, no way.
She would not be doing that.
The man had insulted her, offering her money to sleep with him like she was a whore. She would not debase herself by staring at a picture of his cock while she brought herself to climax.
Despite her solemn promise to herself though, Vivian felt and now all too familiar need building within her.
'Just do it one more time and then you never have to pick up the picture again.'
The part of her that was more easily swayed by her body's needs whispered. Removing her hand from between her legs, Vivian clutched at the sheets, praying for strength.
No, she would not be doing that.
Realizing that she was more likely to give in and go grab the picture if she stayed in the bedroom.
Vivian quickly got off the bed, grabbing her toy, she went to clean it up and quickly put it away.
Dressed in a simple gown, she marched out of the bedroom and into the living room, putting as much distance between her and the temptation in her drawer as she could.
***.
"Die Raul, you low life scum!"
Watching the movie's heroine fight her ex lover who had stolen her inheritance gave Vivian a sense of satisfaction.
The only thing that she felt would make the whole thing even better, was if she were eating her favourite pizza. But she knew that it was far too late to be having a snack, so she contended herself with just watching TV.
But pretty soon the movie ended, and Vivian still did not feel sleepy. She would definitely be running on coffee the next day.
But upon looking over at her bedroom door, she did not want to return.
The drawing of Ryan's cock was in there, and she wanted nothing to do with the dick of a man who thought that he could buy her with money.
Getting up, she grabbed a book from the shelf and returned to her favourite armchair with it, trying to settle down and read.
But she found that she just could not concentrate.
While she had been watching the movie, she had been able to convince herself that everything was fine, using the noise as something to focus on.
But now holding the book in her hands with the room silent. Vivian was very aware of the low thrum of desire in her belly.
Unconsciously, she began rocking back and forth on the chair, stopping immediately when she realized what she was doing.
No, no way.
Playing with herself only led to the path of temptation, she was not touching that picture.
Turning a few pages blindly, Vivian decided to read out loud in an attempt to distract herself.
"And so, Dante pulled her close, letting her feel what she was doing to him-"
What?
Hurriedly closing the book, Vivian got to her feet.
Running a hand through her hair, she decided that it was best to go back to her room and try to get some sleep.
Walking back in, Vivian frowned at the state of her bed. Moving forward, she fixed it up, fluffed up the pillows, then she walked over to the drawer, pulled out the dildo and the picture, and headed to the bathroom. Not even putting up a fight as her resolve crumbled.
***
"I don't,… I don't like this… I am only doing it because…"
A long moan cut off whatever else she would have said afterwards. Done trying to reason with herself. Vivian instead focused on the reason that she had fallen into temptation in the first place…pleasure.
Going silent, she worked herself on and off the dildo fixed to her bathroom wall.
Raising her head, she stared at the picture in front of her and let out a sigh.
Her mouth watering as she remembered, how Ryan's real dick would hang heavy in the air after she had finished blowing him.
Increasing her pace, Vivian clung to the dildo with everything in her. Making herself 'feel it', again and again she moved. Thoughts of Ryan's massive member, invading her mind.
When she finally came, it was a desperate thing, her entire body tensing before all of the fight just left her. The dildo sliding out of her as she fell to her knees.
A few seconds later, Vivian let out a breathless giggle as the laminated drawing fell on top of her. The tape that she'd used to fix it to the wall peeling off.
Grabbing it, Vivian placed a little kiss at the head.
"This is hate sex," She told the picture. " Don't get too comfortable,"
From the way her cunt pulsed, Vivian was pretty sure she was giving a warning to the wrong private part.