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I love kicking guys in their **
I love kicking boys in their **. i get away with it because i make the boys think they made me mad and because i am a girly girl but i really do it because i love to see boys faces when they get a good one in the **. so funny. makes me laugh when i think of it. i am good at it too. before a boy knows it I get my foot in his ** and he goes down holding on to them, lol. more girls should try this. it is so much fun and so funny. i am laughing now thinking about it. i kicked a big boy in the ** today and made him look like a sissy. he wanted to kill me but because i am a sweet girl he did not do nothing.
if you are a girl reading this you should try it to. it makes you feel like the queen of the world and you have power over all those boys just by kicking them where it hurts, lol, lol, lol.
What was it like? How old were you? How old was she? Give us details.
I was in college. She worked in the campus coffee shop, about 40 years old. She flirted w/ me and convinced me to come by her place for "some fun." I came by, thinking I was going to get laid. She got me drunk. I passed out on the couch. I woke up a couple of hours later completely naked on the floor. She was checking out my **, sticking her ** in and giving me a rim job. I was like, "Whoa! What are you doing?" I see her putting something on, like a belt or something. I was still groggy. The next thing I know, she's behind me mounting me with a strap-on. I told her I didn't think I wanted that. She then grabs my ** and tells me I'm either going to be her ** toy or she'll scratch my ** out. I didn't know what that meant, but it sounded like something I definitely didn't want. She pushed my head down and stuck that thing right in my **. It hurt like **. I screamed in pain, and she kind of laughed and said "Don't worry little boy. I wont hurt you . . . too much" She then ** my ** like she was the man and I was the girl. She finally stopped and pulled out. My ** was so sore. She then played with my ** and milked every drop out of me. I was too much in shock to do anything but lay there. I eventually got dressed and ran out of there, scared as **. I never went back to the coffee shop.
She has totally abused you! You must have felt very humiliated? Even felt emasculated?
I hate admit it: Yes, she abused me, humiliated me and emasculated me.
Poor boy! Have you a normal sexual life after that? And when you remember how she emasculated you, do you get excited?