| Author: | Malicia Paine | ISBN: | 9781519928283 |
| Publisher: | Malicia Paine | Publication: | December 15, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Malicia Paine |
| ISBN: | 9781519928283 |
| Publisher: | Malicia Paine |
| Publication: | December 15, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
I'm a pole dancer. He's a wrestler. He thinks he can beat me in a fight because he's got more skills, he's twice my weight, and is mostly hulking muscle. He's wrong. Why? I'm so glad you asked…
You see, I am a ball-busting bitch. There, I admitted it. Have I got your attention? This is the story about how I tricked Brad Houser, wrestling star at my university, into getting me off, again and again, receiving nothing in return except pain in his poor, defenseless balls. He thought he could beat be in a no-rules wrestling match. He should have thought twice. Then again, I'm glad he didn't!
Don't get me wrong; I'm quite fond of Brad. I may even grow to love him. But I think I'm most fond of him when he's squirming underneath me, and under my complete control. And maybe, at the end of the night, if he's really good, I'll make it up to him…
Disclaimer: This is an erotic short story. It contains adult themes and is intended for a mature audience. The story contains BDSM themes, including bondage, femdom, and ball-busting. All characters in this story are over 18 years of age, and all sexual activity depicted herein is safe, enthusiastic and consensual.
I'm a pole dancer. He's a wrestler. He thinks he can beat me in a fight because he's got more skills, he's twice my weight, and is mostly hulking muscle. He's wrong. Why? I'm so glad you asked…
You see, I am a ball-busting bitch. There, I admitted it. Have I got your attention? This is the story about how I tricked Brad Houser, wrestling star at my university, into getting me off, again and again, receiving nothing in return except pain in his poor, defenseless balls. He thought he could beat be in a no-rules wrestling match. He should have thought twice. Then again, I'm glad he didn't!
Don't get me wrong; I'm quite fond of Brad. I may even grow to love him. But I think I'm most fond of him when he's squirming underneath me, and under my complete control. And maybe, at the end of the night, if he's really good, I'll make it up to him…
Disclaimer: This is an erotic short story. It contains adult themes and is intended for a mature audience. The story contains BDSM themes, including bondage, femdom, and ball-busting. All characters in this story are over 18 years of age, and all sexual activity depicted herein is safe, enthusiastic and consensual.
