“Would you like to come to Italy with me for 10 days, Venice and Rome? It’s a business trip, but we could spend time together.”

The question took me so much by surprise that I stopped squeezing Marcel’s balls and just stared at him.

What a stupid question. Of course, I wanted to come. I love Venice and I’d never spent more than a couple of days with him on our own. Ten whole days and nights of sight seeing, shopping, and sex. Not to mention busting.

But then I began to…

Would you like to hear about my first bust?

We bust for all sorts of reasons: self-defence, amusement, empowerment, arousal. For me nowadays busting is about sex. I bust because I am aroused, and busting makes me more aroused, and then I have to fuck. I can fuck without busting but not bust without fucking. But it wasn’t always like that. My first time was different, it wasn’t connected with sex, well not directly. It happened when I was at university in the early 1970s, but I need to…

In my last blog I told you I had found a new guy. We seem to have been together for ages, but it’s only been a month more or less.

Unlike John and Gamba, Marcel isn’t his real name. Those guys are history now, but I don’t want to risk identifying him. He’s in his mid-40s with black hair that is still thick but peppered with some grey. In his right eyebrow there is a single white hair, which I find cute. He’s medium height, which means his balls are within easy reach for me, and he’s…

I told you in my last post about how I discovered ballbusting and how I began my career with John. My next victim was Gamba.

It was a year after John finally left before I met Gamba. He was in his early 20s and a professional dancer. That meant he was fit and had lots of energy, which are…

I thought you migh tlike to know how I discovered the sexual power of ballbusting.

You need to understand one thing right from the start. I bust balls because of what it does for me. I don’t mind if the guy gets something out of it, but that’s just incidental. I’m not doing it for his benefit.

This is getting ahead of myself. Let me go back to the beginning.

I didn’t really understand what a guy busting his balls meant until one dull Saturday in October. My brother was…