Falael
07-01-2010, 02:13 PM
The first time I ever got my balls grabbed was in a tickle fight with my girlfriend. My girlfriend is Taiwanese, pretty tall (5'9"), well-endowed, and fond of walking around naked when it's just the two of us. The fact that she's often naked naturally lures me into grabbing, teasing, and (playfully) attacking her a lot. Generally, she loves it.
One day I was sitting on the couch in my boxers reading, when my girlfriend walked past, stark naked. I pretended not to notice, and then as she passed in front of me I shot my arm out between her legs, grabbed her thigh, and pulled her onto the couch. She collapsed onto me in a tangle of limbs, and I got a faceful of boob. I immediately started tickling her, causing her to writhe around shrieking with laughter trying to fend me off. I knelt over my ball of naked squirming giggly girlfriend, tickling her mercilessly.
Then she reached out her hand and grabbed my balls firmly through my boxer shorts. This was new. I froze in surprise, and stopped tickling her, just staring at her. She stared back, her hand still wrapped tightly around my balls. All she said was one word:
"Win!"
With her holding me by the balls like that, I suddenly felt a surging feeling of vulnerability, but in a romantic, not a frightened way. I leaned forward, and instead of tickling her, I started kissing her gently on the mouth and face. She smiled and stroked me with her free hand, never letting the other move from its grip on my balls.
Even though she was naked and I had on my boxers, I felt like I was exquisitely vulnerable. We slowly rolled over so that she was on top. As she gripped my balls, I got a chance to look over the whole length of her gorgeous curvy body. We kissed, while she gently squeezed my balls. Eventually she let go of my balls to take off my boxers, and we had sex. But that was the start of our sexual ball play; the eroticism of that accidental moment inspired us to try more.
One day I was sitting on the couch in my boxers reading, when my girlfriend walked past, stark naked. I pretended not to notice, and then as she passed in front of me I shot my arm out between her legs, grabbed her thigh, and pulled her onto the couch. She collapsed onto me in a tangle of limbs, and I got a faceful of boob. I immediately started tickling her, causing her to writhe around shrieking with laughter trying to fend me off. I knelt over my ball of naked squirming giggly girlfriend, tickling her mercilessly.
Then she reached out her hand and grabbed my balls firmly through my boxer shorts. This was new. I froze in surprise, and stopped tickling her, just staring at her. She stared back, her hand still wrapped tightly around my balls. All she said was one word:
"Win!"
With her holding me by the balls like that, I suddenly felt a surging feeling of vulnerability, but in a romantic, not a frightened way. I leaned forward, and instead of tickling her, I started kissing her gently on the mouth and face. She smiled and stroked me with her free hand, never letting the other move from its grip on my balls.
Even though she was naked and I had on my boxers, I felt like I was exquisitely vulnerable. We slowly rolled over so that she was on top. As she gripped my balls, I got a chance to look over the whole length of her gorgeous curvy body. We kissed, while she gently squeezed my balls. Eventually she let go of my balls to take off my boxers, and we had sex. But that was the start of our sexual ball play; the eroticism of that accidental moment inspired us to try more.