Confessions of a Ballbuster

Author's note: all characters in this story are fictional. All characters in a sexual role are over 18 years of age.

Hello. My name is Jennifer Cartwright. I'm a twenty year old college sophomore at Vassar College in Poughkeepsie New York. I live with my roommate Samantha in a two bedroom duplex apartment. We are on the second floor.

I grew up in Wappingers Falls, a small town just outside Poughkeepsie.

I have a confession to make. I'm a ballbuster. Ever since I can remember I've been obsessed with guys getting hurt in the nuts. I'm the type of girl who masterbates to videos of dudes getting their balls busted on Instagram and YouTube. I guess it started when I was watching an old movie called Blood Simple on TV. There was a scene where the woman played by Francis McDormand kicked her ex husband in the testicles barefoot. She kicked him so hard he had to throw up.

My pussy got so wet watching her kick him that I thought about that scene while masterbating that night. I also wanted to try kicking a guy there myself. Later in the week I got my chance when I kicked my cousin Danny in his nuts. I was wearing my Teva sandals at the time, you know the ones with the velcro ankle straps. He looked so funny and cute as he danced around like a ruptured rooster before falling to the floor holding his balls.

After that I was hooked. I would take any opportunity to hurt a guy and I would bust their balls.

If you want to know what I look like just take a gander at the picture at the top of the page. That cutie is me.

I think I'll start off by talking about my favorite methods of ballbusting.

Anyway this is my confession. Confessions of a ballbuster.