What. The. Fuck. Short and Sweet Frustrations.

Have you ever been in just a whatthefuckever mood? You were pissed off or just pissy..irritated, frustrated? Anything and everything pissed you off even more? I had one of those days last week. It was something with work, I can't even tell you what it was. This person pissed me off or that person pissed you off. So I got into a very bad eye rolling mood. I just wanted to slap everyone, right in the forehead. So the end of the day came (finally!) and I bolted out the door, power walked to the car and jumped in, cranked up the stereo. My last cigarette. Fuck. I really didn't want to deal with traffic and people at the gas station for smokes but had no choice. Ran to the nearest station, got my smokes from the poor cashier lady who was in no way fast enough for me as I tapped my fingers..it honestly probably took 2 minutes but in my mood, whatever. I raced home. My old man's truck was in the garage, he had beat me home. Hmmmm. I hope he isn't in a bad mood too, that wouldn't be good. I walked in, threw my purse on the table, crushed out my smoke, grabbed a beer from the fridge and went in search of him to see what he was up to. (By the way, everything at this point is still mildly irritating the fuck out of me, from the dog jumping around on me, the garbage overfull, the grass needed to be cut, just grrrrr). I came around the corner of the living room when I stopped and leaned against the doorway. There was my better half, standing in our bedroom doorway, fixing something up above his head...I believe there was some trim he was replacing. He had jeans on and no shirt. Damn he was good looking, even just half naked. I smirked, put down my beer and sauntered over. He tipped his head forward a little and gave me a 'hey babe' and went back to what he was doing. I didn't reply. I leaned into him and kissed his chest. He chuckled, not able to bring his hands down from whatever he was doing. I unbuttoned his jeans as he started to try to back away. Not a fucking chance. I got them unbuttoned, ripped them down and dropped to my knees and shoved his cock into my mouth. I heard him gasp and try to argue but I was winning. Within seconds his cock was hardening in my mouth. I made sure I had his full attention, I made sure his cock was the main focus of my attention. I had plans for this bad boy. I sucked hard and fast, there was no romance and no foreplay involved. HE finally stopped whatever he was able to and had ahold of my head. He didn't ask any questions. I slid him down to the back of my throat, long, slick, until my gag reflex went crazy, he moaned. I caressed his balls and did it again, and just kept sucking harder and faster. His legs were getting shaky. I think I will change this up a bit. I got up and he looked into my eyes, wondering where this came from and I looked back, hard - determined. I pushed him back into the bedroom until his legs his the bed and I pushed him down on the bed. My jeans hit the floor. I went back down and gave his cock another lap dance and then jumped on. I sat down hard so he knew I meant business. He gasped, he moaned. I held his wrists down and started fucking him. I fucked him hard. No nice girl here. No Passionate kissing, no romance, no loving, just hard core fucking and fuck him hard I did. He got his hands free and found my breasts and started playing with my nipples which threw me into a frenzy. I bucked harder and rose faster. I just wanted to take what I needed, I was frustrated and I needed this now. I grabbed the headboard and held on for dear life as I put every muscle I had into that orgasm and to my satisfaction and his, he got there with me. After coming down from this high....and after my body stopped twitching, I kissed him on the lips, jumped off and went in search of my beer and another cigarette. Surprisingly, in a much better mood.