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B is for Balls
When I was in the second grade, I learned that if you kicked boys in the balls, that they would cry and leave you alone. Well. Most of them. Some required several kicks.
And I knew that my brother nor any of the neighbors would ride my fabulous green girls bike because if they fell off, they would hit their balls on the sissy bar and possibly die.
As I got older I realized that balls were indeed magical things. If they got cold, they would snuggle up into the mans crotch, and when they got warm, they would hang low to cool off. Mother Nature obviously thought quite highly of these … balls. Better not touch them. They were delicate like eggs and could break under the slightest duress. They should also never be teased and not pleased because they could turn blue and … what? Fall off? They were also not a thing to be laughed at or mocked.
Then I started working as a Professional Dominatrix.
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