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The first time I really became conscious of ballbusting as a powerful erotic force was about 30 years ago while still at school – it didn’t happen there – I went to an all-boys school, but a mate told me something he’d witnessed, which screwed with my mind and sent me down a path familiar to you all. He told me how he’d been coming home from a night out in the centre of Manchester, sitting on the top deck of a bus as it crawled slowly though the late-night disgorgement from bars and clubs. He happened to look down and saw a young woman dressed, in his words, ‘for a good night out’ in a short skirt and high heels but clearly in the midst of a blazing row with a young man. The bus stopped and he described how he had time to watch what happened next in all its mesmerising detail. She grabbed him by the shoulders, pushed him up against a wall and kneed him hard in the balls – twice! The man collapsed (of course), but the woman continued trying to kick him between the legs and, as he described, ‘use her heels on him’ – I guessed stomping – before others pulled her away and she strutted off up the street, leaving her victim a ruined mess on the pavement. My friend was clearly shocked and awed and, I suspect, utterly terrified by what he saw – this wasn’t meant to happen, this was the universe turned on its head; a woman destroying a man in public like that, by smashing his balls! But, in my mind, this subversion of the natural order was truly magical and she looked utterly gorgeous and sexy doing it. From that description, I realised it turned me on in a profound way; I fell in love with female power and I’ve been hooked on watching, reading and hearing about women busting men’s balls ever since.
