My Fifty Shades Experience

This is a FAN FICTION it is loosley based on fifty shades of grey (not our own plot so don't sue us) this is my first ever story updates will be roughly every week. Co written with my friend @SimpleDreaming. NO HATE I WON'T PUT UP WIT DAT SHIT.

The thoughts and images running through my head that morning as he left me aching for more were almost too much to control. I couldn't eat I couldn't sleep. I didn't even attempt to go to school. All I could do was think about him and his wandering hands... I had to find out more about this man who calls himself The Master. He never would tell me his name and I never questioned why. He came to me in the dead of night and has almost every week since my 18th birthday. I don't know his face but I know his body. Almost as well as he knows mine. He never lets me get a good look at him as he always sneaks up behind me when I least expect it, blindfolding me before we make love. After the many climaxes the night before it was easy for me to fall into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up around mid afternoon unable to lay still any longer, I could hear the coffee calling my name. Groaning as I stretched, hearing my bones crack I headed to the kitchen in my pyjama bottoms and tank top.

With coffee in hand I head back to my room to check my phone to find a message from Stella demanding where I was. I couldn't reply as I was too busy thinking about the night before. I grabbed my hair in frustration. It was bad enough having to miss crucial classes in my final year but now I couldn't even reply to my friends as he was taking up my full attention. He wasn't even here for fuck sake. Trying to distract myself I turn on my mini TV and crawled back under the covers to watch some friends reruns.

As I try to get comfortable I feel some kind of paper under the pillows on his side. I bring out the note and read quickly, he has never left a note before.

I'll see you later.

It was short and simple, the opposite of the man himself. Later, what does that mean...