In my life there were 2 cases that left a mark in my soul forever. Last year, I met a girl (I don’t name her) younger than me, she was then 19. Having met on Tinder, we met three times and walked down the street, and at the fourth meeting she invited me home, asking me to wait near her entrance for twenty minutes , then enter.

When I entered, I simply gasped - she was in a short transparent peignoir, fishnet underwear and stiletto sandals. My vanity was very warmed by the fact that they dressed like that especially for me, to myself I began to think about sex with her. Male instincts excited slender bare legs and a desire-inducing figure.

My new friend came up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I decided that she wanted to kiss and got ready for kisses, hugging her around the waist. But instead of a kiss, the girl pulled her pelvis back and, with all her might, drove her bare knee into my balls.

From the unbearable burning pain, I bent over and fell on all fours, then for about ten minutes I lay crouched on the floor. Through my mind clouded with pain and shame, I vaguely remember how she stood over me and taunted me, asking - "Well, how did you get it well?" When the pain eased a little, I wanted to leave and, doubled over, hobbled to the front door. But the "familiar" stood at the door, pressing her back against it and laying her hands behind her back.

I realized that if I start to break through, I will get in the balls with the toe of my sandals and I can no longer move away from the next blow. I had to turn around, drag myself into the room and, like a knocked down man, fall on the sofa. The "acquaintance" sat next to me, crossed her legs and, shining with her bare knees, began to troll me, asking with a sneer how I felt. To my question about why she did this, she replied that she "really wanted this" and she also "decided to take pity on me and did not move me very much."

Only forty minutes later I was able to leave the “date”, having already received a noticeable kick in the ass with my toe on the landing. At the entrance of a neighboring house, I unbuttoned my trousers and examined my manhood - everything was purple and terribly swollen there. With difficulty, through the whole city, I got home by transport, fearing that it would become bad on the road. After this "date" for two days, the eggs were purple, swollen and sick.

Another case of unprovoked use of this technique by a woman, against which I was powerless, occurred when I was 45. I had a single friend 10 years older who did not look her age and looked after herself in every possible way, went in for swimming and aerobics. Our communication on the phone with her and joint walks in the air eventually led to the fact that I had a desire to have sex with her.

And one day I invited her to visit, having come up with a reason for this. Having bought ready-made snacks and drinks, he laid a good table. It was in March, it was already warm enough, she (again, I don’t name her) came in a leather coat, a beige suede skirt above the knee, the same jacket, a black blouse underneath and half boots. She had a plastic bag with handles with her.

To my surprise, she asked permission to change in the bathroom because she "would be hot in the apartment in these clothes" and went in with a plastic bag that apparently contained a change of clothes. When she came out of the bathroom, she was already without a jacket and dark tights, she wore black sandals on her bare legs. With all their appearance, with their clothes, they seemed to beckon me.

I took this as a signal that she was ready for sex, although we had not talked about this before. After sitting at the table, I got up and, taking her by the hand, invited her to a slow dance. After initially refusing, my friend finally agreed. Then we sat again for snacks and drinks, I held her hand in mine, there was slow dancing again. And when a bottle of French wine had already been drunk, I grew bolder and at the table laid my hand on her bare knee. She did not react to this in any way, warm velvety skin excited my imagination, I felt a strong heartbeat and an erection. Several times I stroked her thigh, pulling up the edge of her skirt even higher.

I opened the cognac, we drank, and I again dragged her to dance. During the dance, I clung to my friend. She, feeling my erection, pulled away, but still did not stop dancing. Then I imperceptibly in the dance drew us closer to the wall. And when my friend was next to the wall, he gently pushed her back there, doing it all as if in jest. Her flushed face was very close to mine. Putting my hands on her shoulders and pressing her against the wall harder, I tried to kiss her on the lips.

The "seductive" female knee unexpectedly and with crushing force crashed into my balls and rearing penis. Gasping in pain, I doubled over and collapsed, burying my face in her hips. Only now they did not seem so alluring to me. Everything was mixed up in my head - pain, annoyance, red turbidity blurred in my eyes. She kicked me in the chest with her knee, and I fell to the floor.

While I lay on the floor, waiting for the pain to subside even a little and clutching my broken cock and balls with my hands, she changed in the bathroom and gathered her things. Leaving, she said that she was “very disappointed with me and had a much better opinion of me”, “why did I convince myself that something could happen between us?”, “She should have come to me at all, especially in a short skirt” that "when men obsessively and rudely pester her, she always knees them in the groin and the result is the same for them."

I was so crushed physically and mentally that I did not even find what to answer. My failed sexual partner left in anger, closing the door to the apartment behind her, leaving me sitting on the floor and not even asking if I needed any help. With great difficulty, I got to my feet and made my way to the bed. After that, my male economy was again purple-bluish and swollen to an incredible size, for a day or two it was difficult for me to walk straight, all the time I wanted to bend over.

And no matter how much I thought, I could not understand why a woman goes to visit a man in an intimate setting, unnecessarily wearing a short skirt and sexy sandals? Why does she tease and inflame him with her bare knees and, bringing him to ecstasy, kicks him in the groin with this knee? Great, as it turned out, knowing what the result will be? After all, she could not help but understand that I would not be able to calmly react to her, to her clothes, to her behavior?

Knowing full well that a man after this win-win technique will be completely helpless and will not be able to answer with anything. Yes, as I understood from her words, she probably has rich experience in this regard. Probably, she just wanted to put another notch and chalk up such a brilliant victory as she thinks. In her mind, the victory is indeed brilliant - a man, instead of sex, is defeated by a weak woman in such a humiliating way. And she dressed just like that not by chance - so that her victory looked even more spectacular in her eyes.

After all, it is so spectacular - a woman in a short skirt and stiletto sandals knees a man in the balls, destroying him both physically and mentally, and at the same time without fear of consequences.



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