Hi guys, im glad that you liked my last story about how my now wife (Tessa) and I started in this kink, this story is the continuation of part 1 whis is only named "My personal Story" Im not really good at titles haha.
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After that day, I couldn’t get her out of my head. I already had a crush on Tessa, but I was dating Diana at the time.
I could tell Tessa hadn't forgotten that punch to my balls either, because she started teasing me about it constantly. If we were chatting and I poked fun at her, she’d immediately fire back with, “Keep going, so I have an excuse to hit your balls again.” On top of that, whenever she stumbled upon a video of a guy getting hit down there, she’d forward it to me right away with a caption like, “Maybe next time I’ll hit the target right.” She would usually add a quick “jk” at the end, leaving me constantly guessing whether she was just playing around or if there was something more to it.
This back-and-forth went on for weeks. I had to exert every ounce of self-control not to say something that would push her to actually do it. I was worried I’d scare her off if ballbusting wasn't truly her thing—or worse, that it would turn into a sexual situation while I was still taken.
Instead, I decided to be open with Diana about my fantasy, hoping it might spark something new in our relationship. Diana was remarkably open-minded and supportive. She listened, agreed that it could be fun to try, and we planned a date at a low-key hotel.
When the day came, we started making out to set the mood. To her credit, she tried her absolute best to please me. Her first strike was soft, delivered with an open palm—I barely felt a thing. I encouraged her to go a bit harder, and she hit me a few more times, but I could tell her heart wasn't in it. She was doing it strictly for my benefit, completely lacking any genuine excitement of her own. In that moment, my mind couldn't help but wander back to the wicked smirk Tessa had on her face whenever she threatened to hit me again.
I told Diana we didn't have to keep going if she wasn't enjoying it. She let out a relieved “OK,” and we transitioned to regular sex. That remained our one and only ballbusting session. We kept dating for a few more months, but the dynamic between us fundamentally shifted for the worse.
Later on, I found out she had cheated on me with one of her friends, but honestly, I wasn't even mad. We ended things amicably and stayed in touch for a while as friends.
The second I was single again, my thoughts went straight back to Tessa. Of course, it wasn't just about the kink for me—she was stunning, hilarious, and we shared a level of chemistry and banter I had never experienced with anyone else. By that point, months had passed since she had hit me for the first time, and the running jokes about it had completely died down.
Until one day...