Hey, I’m back with another story! This one is from years ago, way before I even knew ballbusting existed. I almost forgot about it completely, which says a lot about how little it mattered to me… but maybe some of you will like reading it just because it was completely accidental. 🤷🏻♀️
I was casually seeing this guy and we were at my place. Clothes were coming off, we were on my bed, nothing special. I shifted to pull my jeans the rest of the way down and my knee just went straight into his balls. Hard.
He made this pathetic sound and immediately curled up, both hands on his gonads, eyes squeezed shut. Just laying there like he’d been hit by a truck.
I said sorry, but honestly I was more annoyed than anything. The whole mood was dead in a second. He stayed curled up for a while, breathing hard, and eventually sat up still holding himself. Told me he needed to stop and go home.
I got dressed while he slowly put his clothes back on, walking carefully like an old man. Walked him to the door and that was it. We texted a couple of times after and then nothing.
I don’t even remember his name clearly. That’s how insignificant the whole thing was. One accidental knee and the guy was completely finished. Couldn’t keep going, couldn’t even pretend he was fine. Just folded and left.
Looking back it’s almost funny how fragile some of them are. 🤦🏻♀️