Does that mean you won't do it anymore?
ICE or BALLS
- Thread starter RobertScorpio
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I've always worried that I'd do that while cuddling. But apparently, I was avoiding the wrong spot. I'll put that down in my notes.
I've never done that on purpose. I've always worried that I'd hit the poor guy in the dingle with my bony elbows. Now I know I've been worried about the wrong part.
I think that's happened to every guy while horsing around with his significant other.
We've all been doubled over on the ground, groaning while she apologizes and says, "But I didn't even do it that hard!"
We've all been doubled over on the ground, groaning while she apologizes and says, "But I didn't even do it that hard!"
I'm in pain just from reading this thread. Even getting a bit nauseous.
Guess I'm fortunate that I've never had a PMS mood swing that bad... But this thread here's about physical pain. And, being female, I obviously don't know how bad it is to get kicked in the balls, but menstrual cramps HURT!
(On a semi-related note: Boobs are sensitive areas too. I once got slapped there by my bowstring during archery practice. From then on, I always made damn sure I'm not sticking my chest out when I draw back.)
Never have I seen such a one-sided Poll. 
It's kind of amazing that it doesn't happen more often with limbs shifting this way and that; there must be some natural avoidance instinct at work. Of course, such incidents usually result in increased affection and "consideration" at a later date, but I don't think it's really worth it.
According to my former martial arts teacher, it's also a vital area. The nads, not the penis. Vital because a hard enough impact to the gonads can kill a man from shock.
That's your retaliatory window. Yours is longer than most, so you might be able to return fire and guarantee mutually assured destruction, thus ensuring peace for your balls in our time, because no one would dare make that mistake again.
One day while playing basketball, I was talking to someone while we were taking a break, and my friend decided to chuck the ball at me really hard without a heads up or anything while I wasn't even looking in his direction. And naturally, as if drawn by fate, it went straight for the nads.
You have that few seconds of terrible realization of the pain you're about to endure before it actually sets in. In that brief time, I had begun saying "You motherrrrrrrrrrrrrrfuuuuckerrrrrrrrrrr!!!" in what seemed to be '300' like slow-mo to my crazed mind, had tracked his position with my evil eye like a tiger stalking its prey, and had picked up the basketball and had my arm cocked and ready to throw it back at him as if it were a thunderbolt from the mighty Zeus himself. That's when I doubled over with pain and nausea so intense I had to immediately sit down on my ass right there on the court.
I wasn't even thinking rationally. It was much like Picard under the control of the Collective. At all times I was aware of what I was doing, but I could not stop myself. Somewhere deep inside of me I knew it was an accident and that I wouldn't want to inflict the same pain on my friend, but you don't care. In that moment I wanted to travel back into the past and hit his ancestors in the balls so hard that their seed would be eradicated for all eternity.
I think the doubling over in pain and nausea period is nature's way of preventing retaliatory murder from occurring. By the time you recover, you don't feel like doing anything anymore. You're just happy to still be alive.
