s.mcsmithy
05-21-2007, 10:57 AM
Hi :bananawin
Most of my stories are fiction based on exaggerated real life experiences. I hope you like them, this is one is a multi-part and is based on my experiences of sharing a flat with a girlfriend called <ahem> Claire and it’s called…
Therapy
“My girlfriend has always had aggressive tendencies, it used to be that we just argued and I’d just let her win. I mean, it was just so much easier that way. Things got worse since the start of the year, and it was soon pretty normal for her to hit or slap me… but, her punches hardly hurt and I could generally restrain her until she calmed down.”
“So why are we talking?”
“Things have escalated over the past month or so, and my girl is now someone I fear. I have nowhere else to be, I moved here for her and I can’t afford to leave.”
“Escalated? How?”
“Well, fuck this is embarrassing… instead of slaps and punches, she’s been going for my groin.”
“She’s getting more aggressive? How did this start?”
“The first time was about six weeks ago, we were arguing as usual, a real screamer. We were standing facing one another, less than a foot apart – she was right in my face, furious. I responded, called her a mental bitch. She shut her mouth instantly, locked her eyes on mine. I tensed, ready to catch her right hand during the inevitable right hook, but the punch never came. Instead she grabbed my trouser belt with both hands and rammed her knee right into my crotch. I was utterly unprepared and it was a hard hit, the air left my lungs in a rush and my balls were agony. I felt my legs go and I hit the floor in a crumpled heap clutching myself. She stood above me, legs confidently apart, laughing. The gleeful look on her face told me that she’d really enjoyed that one.”
“That must have been very painful, did she apologise?”
“That evening, she teased me constantly, asking if my balls still hurt, telling me how stupid I’d looked and how funny it was to drop me so easily. She even feigned a few hits towards me. Later on, as we were going to bed, she finally did apologise to me. She put on the short black silk nightdress that I like and stripped me naked. Massaging my balls, whispering how she would make everything better. I was hard as rock as she pulled me under the covers, we hadn’t had sex in weeks and I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. As she pulled me on top of her she whispered to me ‘Do you need me?’ and I looked her in the eyes and replied as earnestly as I could ‘Of course I do baby.’ In retrospect I walked right into this, at the point she asked the question, her right leg was between mine. She placed her hands on my hips and pushed me up and backwards, before slamming her kneecap straight into my dangling testicles, Thud! I thought that the first knee was bad, but this pain was hell, my balls were completely crushed between her knee and my pelvis. I was trying to double up, but I was impaled on her raised knee, trying to breathe, tears running freely. She reached up and lifted my face to hers, ‘That’s good darling, because I kneed you too!” she laughed. She dropped her knee, still giggling, I managed to roll away, hands clamped around my injured nuts while I whimpered. I eventually managed to make it out of the room and tried to sleep on the couch.”
Part II to follow soon...
Most of my stories are fiction based on exaggerated real life experiences. I hope you like them, this is one is a multi-part and is based on my experiences of sharing a flat with a girlfriend called <ahem> Claire and it’s called…
Therapy
“My girlfriend has always had aggressive tendencies, it used to be that we just argued and I’d just let her win. I mean, it was just so much easier that way. Things got worse since the start of the year, and it was soon pretty normal for her to hit or slap me… but, her punches hardly hurt and I could generally restrain her until she calmed down.”
“So why are we talking?”
“Things have escalated over the past month or so, and my girl is now someone I fear. I have nowhere else to be, I moved here for her and I can’t afford to leave.”
“Escalated? How?”
“Well, fuck this is embarrassing… instead of slaps and punches, she’s been going for my groin.”
“She’s getting more aggressive? How did this start?”
“The first time was about six weeks ago, we were arguing as usual, a real screamer. We were standing facing one another, less than a foot apart – she was right in my face, furious. I responded, called her a mental bitch. She shut her mouth instantly, locked her eyes on mine. I tensed, ready to catch her right hand during the inevitable right hook, but the punch never came. Instead she grabbed my trouser belt with both hands and rammed her knee right into my crotch. I was utterly unprepared and it was a hard hit, the air left my lungs in a rush and my balls were agony. I felt my legs go and I hit the floor in a crumpled heap clutching myself. She stood above me, legs confidently apart, laughing. The gleeful look on her face told me that she’d really enjoyed that one.”
“That must have been very painful, did she apologise?”
“That evening, she teased me constantly, asking if my balls still hurt, telling me how stupid I’d looked and how funny it was to drop me so easily. She even feigned a few hits towards me. Later on, as we were going to bed, she finally did apologise to me. She put on the short black silk nightdress that I like and stripped me naked. Massaging my balls, whispering how she would make everything better. I was hard as rock as she pulled me under the covers, we hadn’t had sex in weeks and I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. As she pulled me on top of her she whispered to me ‘Do you need me?’ and I looked her in the eyes and replied as earnestly as I could ‘Of course I do baby.’ In retrospect I walked right into this, at the point she asked the question, her right leg was between mine. She placed her hands on my hips and pushed me up and backwards, before slamming her kneecap straight into my dangling testicles, Thud! I thought that the first knee was bad, but this pain was hell, my balls were completely crushed between her knee and my pelvis. I was trying to double up, but I was impaled on her raised knee, trying to breathe, tears running freely. She reached up and lifted my face to hers, ‘That’s good darling, because I kneed you too!” she laughed. She dropped her knee, still giggling, I managed to roll away, hands clamped around my injured nuts while I whimpered. I eventually managed to make it out of the room and tried to sleep on the couch.”
Part II to follow soon...