Hello and Happy Wednesday it’s time for some flash fiction and this week is a continuation of last week’s journal. I was taken with the tall dark stranger, and I know you were too. So here’s what happens when She visits The Point for the first time.

The Colour of Night –Journal entry 2.

Dear Journal,

I didn’t sleep much last night and I didn’t concentrate at work all day. All I could think of was the stranger from the night before and the note he’d passed to me. I looked up the address online, found it was in the centre of town and worked out how easy it would be to get there. Yes, dear journal, I went to that club. I went to The Point and I looked for the stranger who finger-fucked me in the dark.

It wasn’t as easy as it sounds, and I know it sounds difficult to start with. The place was packed even though it was midweek and a lot of the people drinking, laughing and having a good time around me all looked dark and shadowy. It was like someone’d opened a box of black dye and gone crazy with it. I stuck out like a sore thumb. I’d dressed in my favourite flowery summer frock, light and sexy and it flattered my curves. Although I didn’t really feel threatened by the folks having fun, they didn’t seem to even notice me. But I felt uncomfortable being so obviously a fish out of water.

I stood at the very end of the bar and sipped my diet coke, well, I had to be at work the next day and honestly, I didn’t think I was going to hang about for much longer. I had all but given up when I felt an arm slide around my waist. I didn’t need to look, I knew it was him.

“You came then,” his low, commanding tone cut through the music and noise around me, “I’m glad.”

I didn’t know what to say, Journal, I swear my mind went blank.

“I want more.”

“More? Would you like a drink?” I responded without thinking.

“No, beautiful, I want more of you. Do you dance?”

“No,” I replied as he pulled forcefully on my arm, “but really, no I can’t dance.”

“You’ll dance with me.” I didn’t fight his grip, I wanted to go with him. He drew me into his arms and I moved stiffly from side to side as his arms gripped me tightly.

“What’s your name?” He asked me. A simple question, I managed to answer it.

“Joanne. Who are you?”

“Oh, Joanne, you can just call me Master.” It felt as if he’d opened the tightly locked box of my fantasies and read exactly what turned me on.

“Okay, Master.”

“Feel the rhythm,” he whispered in my ear, “just move to the music.” He gripped my hips and helped me sway from side to side, grinding me against his cock. It was hard.

“That’s it, you’re getting it now, I knew you would, you’re so sensual when you let your instincts rule you.”
I thought about asking him how he knew that, we’d met briefly once but then I remembered what had happened the night before and decided not to open that can of worms.

“I bake a good cake,” I said instead. Yes, he was as puzzled as you.

“Well, that’s nice,” he replied politely.

“Well, that’s all instinct. Adding a little extra this, taking out that, changing the main flavour. I’m good at that. “
“Oh, I see,” he squeezed my arse and I gasped, “I always loved lemon cake.”

“I’ll bake for you,” I moan, “afterall you know what they say, the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
“Maybe so my love, but I am not a man.”

“You’re not a woman,” I confidently slipped my hand between us and squeezed his ridged cock.

“Oh, yes. Do that again,” he demanded and I did. I wanted to feel more of him, though his statement confused me, I wanted to unfasten him and sink to my knees and suck him. I wanted to please him. I don’t know why, Journal, but my stranger, my Master controls me. I don’t understand it but I love it and I want more.

“Unzip me,” he hisses close to my ear, “take out my cock and wank me.”

“Here?” I squeak.

“Yes, here. Do it now. You do not want to be punished.”

So there in a room packed tight with strangers I took out his cock, admired it’s heft with my fingers and wanked him,close to my body.

Journal, oh journal, I can’t explain to you how much it turned me on to do that. He was pressed tight to me, his lips played up and down my neck, cool against my red hot skin. He moaned and gently thrust into my fingers in time to the beat. I am sure our dance moves looked lewd to any who noticed. We thrust together and apart repeatedly until he came with a grunt that made my cunt cream. Yes journal cunt. I was a beast.

“Fuck yes, you’re good.”

“Thank you,” I replied, my cheeks flushed not with embarrassment but lust, “I really want to fuck you.”

Words just bust out of my mouth. I didn’t think, I couldn’t think I just felt.

“I want to fuck you too, but right now I can’t.”

I deflated like a balloon.

“Come back tomorrow night and we will fuck.”

I was about to ask how when he pulled a small box from his trouser pocket.

“You will need the contents of this box. I will be waiting for you and I will fuck you, Joanne, I will fuck you and I will reveal to you who I really am.”

I wasn’t sure how to react and before I could he disappeared into the shadows. I mean, just like that. He was there and then he wasn’t. I don’t know, maybe I lost him when his fingers slipped away from my body, maybe the crowd pushed between us but I was left high and horny with a box in my hand.

And you’ll never guess what was in it.

If you enjoyed this check out the other Wank Wednesday entries, all using the prompt #box and The Silver Flash authors. The prompt I took from them was “Afterall you know what they say, the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

I know the above is true because today is my Husband’s Birthday and he proposed to me after eating my pavlova!

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