From: jeri Date: 13 Dec 2002 02:56:16 -0800 Subject: [all-xf] New: 400 Words of Venting Source: atxc TITLE: 400 Words of Venting AUTHOR: jeri E-MAIL: jeri@zilmamebrika.org WEBSITE: http://www.zilmamebrika.org RATING: NC-17 (to be safe) CATEGORY: VRA KEYWORDS: smut SPOILERS: None, really. ARCHIVE: Just let me know if you include this. WRITTEN: December 13, 2002 SUMMARY: He could have died and left you all alone in the world. **DISCLAIMER: No names, so this could be anyone. Prove to me that the characters are owned by anyone. I dare ya. ^*^*^ You were so mad at him that night. Car gone, no note. He could have died. He could have fucking died and left you all alone in the world. Of course, he didn't die. He came back after only six hours, a suitcase in one hand and a sixteen-month-old baby in the other. You are now the happiest woman in the world. You have your baby boy back, and you're living anonymously in New York State on a little dairy farm. You're the perfect little family. But the fact that he came back with such a happy surprise for you means that you never got a chance to let him have it for ditching you that night. He comes in from the fields tonight a tired and unsuspecting man. The baby is fast asleep, and the rooms are dark, except for a few candles placed strategically for mood. You jump him. You tackle him from behind, and his grunt is due to surprise more than the force of your small body hitting his. You strip him of his sweat-soaked shirt and jeans; he quickly catches on and pulls off your loose shirt and pajama bottoms. In moments his cock is buried so very deep inside your cunt. You ride him quick and hard, much like the way he rides his favorite horse on the weekend. He bites at your nipples, leaving you with pain that you adore. You moan, you whimper, you growl. His fingers come around to pinch and twist your clit, and you suddenly realize this isn't punishing him. You slap him across the face. "You don't ever leave me again. Ever. Get it, you bastard?" He stops moving; you move harder. He doesn't speak. He looks afraid, and your orgasm approaches quickly. As you come and come, your anger leaves; finally, for the first time in seven weeks, you feel completely at ease. He's still tense as you relax across his body; he's waiting for permission to come. First you explain where this bit of angry sex came from, and then you tell him to let go. Let go he does, nearly waking the baby with his roar of release. You fall asleep, your on his chest, his arm curled around your waist. He won't leave you again. Never will you wonder if he will be dead come the morn. Finally, all is right with the world. END. ^*^*^ NOTES: I need to vent a little tonight. This is what came out. I'm posting it because that's what I do. If you find enjoyment in this, super. If not, then I'm not surprised ;) 4 out of 5 doctors say expressing your enjoyment of a fanfic to its author increases your life expectancy 23-23.8 years. The other doctor was killed by Cancerman before we could ask him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ www.zilmamebrika.org