... morning "wood", of course.

As John promised, Vanessa woke up to a bed full of cum. She took a moment to appreciate this very peculiar moment: never, in her wildest dreams, would she have dreamed to wake up in a bed full of fresh sperm. She thought to herself that cleaning up will be a bitch, and yet, it was oh so worth it. Despite her very eventful evening, the situation - and its implications - were far enough to turn her on, and like so many mornings before, she started caressing herself.

As time went by, she had developed many ways to masturbate properly, depending on the occasion, her position, how much time she had, whether or not she had toys nearby, etc... Right now, she was already quite horny, and had to work soon, so she wasted no time slowly getting in the mood, and started rubbing her clit right from the get go. With her off hand, she scooped some of the sperm lying about and tentatively tasted it; she was surprised to find its taste wonderful. It didn't taste at all like salty egg yolk - which it should have. Instead, it tasted both sweet and salty, thick enough to pleasantly roll around in her mouth, and yet, impossibly, liquid enough to go down without a problem. She found herself licking away at her fingers to get more of this paradoxical, intoxicating sperm, and promptly proceeded to scoop up as much as she could, all while furiously rubbing herself.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and she quickly removed her hand from her cunt. A naked John entered, accompanied with the smell of waffles and bacon, an expensive-looking tray in his hands.

"Hey there, I just made breakfast. Or, well, I messed up breakfast, threw it away and magic'd a good one into existence instead, but y'know, it's the intention that matters", he added with a smile. Realizing Vanessa's sheepish expression, he quizzically asked: "Did you... Did you stop masturbating when I came in? I mean, do as you want, but I'm going to see you having lots and lots of sex - and heck I'm probably going to bang you more than a few times anyway, so y'know. Don't stop on my account", he finished with a laugh.

Vanessa stared at him. Then, timidly, she resumed her self-ministrations.

"There", commented John, "isn't that better? Though you might want to eat breakfast at the same time as to not be late for work", John added while leaving the tray suspended mid-air.

"Uh... I mean I would, but... I'm kinda... Y'know... I've sorta got my hands full?", a panting Vanessa explained.

John looked at her, surprised, then theatrically hit his head. "Of course, you can't just TK your food to your mouth. Should I... Should I give you powers? I mean it'd be a shame to have your very own sex-genie and not be able to eat while masturbating - or having sex, for that matter. But then again, I don't want to make you special in any way beyond the sex-genie thing. Mh..."

Vanessa was looking at him expectantly while rhythmically plunging her fingers inside herself, when John seemed to reach a conclusion. "Well, this makes for a perfect first try! I'm not supposed to find solutions for you; enabling you to do stuff is precisely why I crafted this situation in the first place! So go on, try out your newfound reality warping buddy and make a wish! How are you gonna solve the dilemma of eating while playing with your clit? I'm very excited to find out!", John gushed.

Her mind hazed with arousal and slowly working itself to orgasm, Vanessa made the simplest, most obvious wish she could make.