Diary of a Ballbuster

Author's note: all characters in a sexual role are over the age of eighteen and are fictional. Although the story takes place in Macon Georgia USA all other places are fictional

May 12th 1987

Dear Diary.

Should I call you a diary or a journal? I think I'll just call you diary since that's well, what you are. I guess I should introduce myself to you. I'm Christina Sinclair, Christy for short. I'm a nineteen year old rocker chick from Macon Georgia. I like all kinds of music from heavy metal, classic rock from the 60s and 70s and even some country.

I live in a two bedroom apartment above Biff's Pizzeria with my roommate Michelle. She's a student at Macon Community College and I'm a waitress at Joe Bob's Truck Stop out on Interstate 75,my dream job. Just kidding about it being my dream job. In fact if truth be told I'd love to smash the nuts of most,not all mind you, of my male coworkers and customers.

That brings me to a particular sexual fetish of mine. I'm what you would call a ballbuster. It really makes my bird twitch to hurt a guy's testicles. Bird twitch by the way is my special little euphemism for getting horny. Anyway back to ballbusting. I love to kick,knee,punch,stomp, squeeze and even bite a guy's balls. Yep making some dude's nads ache makes my bird twitch.

Now how hard I bust depends on which of my lovers I'm with. Some boys like a soft ballbusting, what I call love taps on the balls. Then there are boys who like it so hard they vomit, they'll even make it a point to eat before a ballbusting session.

Well that's enough about me for now. It's time now for me to listen to some tunes and smoke a bit of weed before going to bed and masterbating before going to sleep.

Goodnight Diary.