Anger Management

Anger ManagementFiction. Authored by pobox731 with contributions from xtiiineee."Anger Management"Interior: typical home foyer. Early evening, just after work and before dinner.She arrives home before he does. She is still in her work clothes, sorting through the day's mail. She's wearing a modest blouse, skirt, pantyhose and comfortable heels.He enters, a scowl on his face, and tosses his keys in the bowl beside the door with a little too much enthusiasm."Careful, sweetheart." she says, lifting an eyebrow. "Why the foul mood?"His face softens a bit. "Damn, I'm glad to be home." he says, taking off his sports jacket. He loosens his tie and undoes the top button of his shirt. "I'm sorry love, it's just work. I'm not ready to talk about it." he answers as he hugs her shoulders and kisses her cheek. "I'm just happy to finally see you. It's been one helluva day."She puts down the mail. "Awww, come sit down, relax and tell me about it. There's still time before dinner. Let's watch a couple of episodes and you can tell mommy all about your day." She kicks off her shoes and moves to the large overstuffed couch in front of the television, sits near one end, and pats the cushion beside her.With a troubled look on his face, he slips off his shoes and joins her, not saying a word. He sits next to her and hands her the remote.Now she's starting to get worried. He never surrenders the remote.The opening credits buca escort play and he hasn't said anything.She reclines, resting her head on the arm of the couch. She puts her feet in his lap and suggests "How about a foot rub sweetie? I could really use it. You always enjoy the way my nylons feel."Without verbally acknowledging she's said anything, he takes one of her feet in his strong hands and begins to work the sole with his thumbs. Hard. Maybe even a little too hard. Not to the point of discomfort, but decidedly more than necessary or normal. He still hasn't said a word, and she's concerned.She hikes her skirt up, watching his eyes. Nothing. She wiggles her butt enough to get her skirt pulled up around her waist. No response. She spreads her knees wide. Still no response. She gives his leg a nudge with her heel to get his attention.As he turns to her, he opens his mouth as if to say something, but does not. "Uhm, ouch? Settle down there cowboy." she says "Talk to me. What's bugging you?"His eyes dart back and forth between her face and her crotch. After a long pause, he blurts out "Fuckin' office politics bullshit. That new engineer. Right out of school, thinks she's got a clue. Her designs couldn't filter coffee. She struts her hot little ass into the Director's office and comes out wiping her chin and suddenly she's got the project lead. And guess who gets to buca escort bayan 'tidy up' her shitty work? Such a cunt.""Oh sweetie" she says "your work will shine in the end and I'm sure the Director will realize what really happened and it'll turn out okay. You'll see. Let me help you ..." She licks her index finger and teasingly traces a line between her legs. "... blow off a little steam." she says.He leans over and begins to kiss and lick at her through the thin fabric of her pantyhose. Using both his hands, he tears a hole in the center and pulls her thong to the side. He licks her roughly, forcefully, moving her entire body as he does. It's not so much foreplay as an oral attack. She doesn't find it to be arousing in the least.He rips open her blouse and the buttons fly. Both his hands grasp the junction between her bra cups and even though this one hooks in the back, it's now open in the front. Taking one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he twists and lifts sharply. His free hand slaps at her breast until it begins to change color.He undoes his belt, lowers his pants and hastily strokes himself to an erection. Once he's completely hard, he moves to mount her.She snaps her knees together and prevents him from entering her. "Stop right there, Mister Man." she says loudly and firmly. "Pineapple!"He stops abruptly, breathing heavily. He glares at her."Pineapple." escort buca she says again, more calmly. It's her safe word."I'm not your enemy, and you know it. You've never tried to fuck me in a way I didn't want it. Not even close. Now for the first time, I've got the feeling like that's where this is headed and you've forgotten who I am. I'll have none of that." she warns him."I'm your partner baby, and I will help you with whatever I can until the stars fall from the sky. But I will not be a part of ... this assault." she declares."Remember when you said that if you ever started bringing the office pressure home with you that I should tell you? Well you're doing that now, aren't you?" she asks."She's absolutely right.", he thinks to himself. "Yes, I am angry and frustrated, but not at you." he concedes."That's exactly it. I will not have anger in my lovemaking. Period. It's unhealthy." she says. "Frustration is okay, but not anger. Frustration is actually good, because you fuck really hard and while you're working out how to solve whatever is frustrating, you last longer. Getting fucked harder for longer is a good thing. Anger is a bad thing. Do you appreciate the distinction I'm trying to make sweetie?" she asks, stroking his face.He pauses. "Yes, of course." he confirms."Good. Now let go of the angry and kiss me." she commands. He closes his eyes and counts slowly before leaning in to kiss her."There's still plenty of fire there, and it doesn't feel like angry." she notes, and opens her knees. "Now give me that dick and don't skimp on the frustration." She pats his cheek and smiles. "Mommy wants to cum a couple of times before dinner. So get busy, daddy!"