So, I realize it’s been a while since I’ve posted on here and if you’re reading this as the first time seeing any of my blogs then just stop reading now and go back and read the previous ones first because this won’t make a lot of sense without context. 

You’ll remember how my husband FINALLY after all these years got a vasectomy. And it really did improve our sexual relationship, which I didn’t think it was possible to improve, to be honest. We were great before, but we…

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So, I think my husband is finally cumming around(pun intended) to liking my ball busting side. You see he FINALLY got a vasectomy(see last post) and even though I promised to stop busting his nuts if he would get it, I haven’t. Hee hee. In fact I may now bust his balls more than ever(if that’s possible!). It has become a playful thing for me and after 12 years of marital bliss, you start to learn a lot about your partner and their body. In my husband’s poor case, since getting his vasectomy,… Continue

When I tell my girlfriends my hubby has big balls, they’re always like, “Yeah, my husband/bf’s are so big too!” And I immediately think, yeah ok sure of course you’re going to say that about him. Then the inevitable hand gestures start as they begin trying to describe just how big his nuts are, and I’m laughing my ass off on the inside thinking: yeah ok, Stacey, you don’t even realize how small Mark’s “like a really big grape”-sized balls are. I swear women will…

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In our kitchen stays hidden this ridiculously large wooden spoon we got in a set of utensils as a wedding present. Now when I say large, I mean comically big. I’m talking like the size of a small paddle from school(back in the day when teachers could paddle without fear of a lawsuit). And when I say hidden, I mean, I have to constantly move it around so that the hubs can’t find it and throw it out, because after all, this spoon has bruised his balls more than a few times over the…

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About three months ago now, my husband had his brothers and a few friends over one weekend right at the start of football season. They were grilling out and had a few games on the back patio tv while just standing around drinking. You know, a typical “guy’s weekend”. After quite a bit of liquid courage, I’m sure, the idea was thrown out to form teams in the back yard and make a game of their own. Well, seeing how there were an odd number of men, my sweet, loving husband threw my name in the…

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Ok, so I suppose it’s time for a little backstory. Firstly, as you’re reading this, don’t assume that you know anything about my marriage. Secondly, I will only say that my hubby and I are very happily married so I don’t want to be your friend on here; I don’t want to swap stories/pictures with anyone. Just shut up and enjoy this blog outlet that I’ve chosen to create. And lastly, this is so very far from the entire story at this point. I have only begun to scratch the surface; but I…

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I’ll never forget the first time I saw someone get hurt in the balls. Sure, I’d seen girls kick at boys all through elementary school. The little boys would grab their crotches and be all like, “Ow my balls!” or whatever. And in middle school, the boys all played this dumb sack tap game where they would try to flick each other in the junk. There was just always a lot of cough/laughing with that. But it wasn’t until my freshman year of high school until I witnessed first hand a really brutal…

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The hubster and I were enjoying a nice thanksgiving meal at his parents house, the turkey was cooked to perfection, dressing was moist and delicious, all the fixings you could possibly want, an entire table designated to desserts, conversation no longer centered around me and my heel firmly pressing my husband’s balls into his seat. How could this holiday possibly get any better?!



The day started off as usual; my poor sweet husband woke up to me gently caressing his goods under the… Continue

So, this happened last night... The hubs and I were out doing a little early Christmas shopping and like a lot of stores, the one we were in had Christmas decorations out already. I couldn’t help myself; the opportunity just presented itself and there was no way I was going to pass on a chance to rub salt in the wound. I grabbed the first two blue ornaments I passed by and hung them on the front pockets of a mannequin’s pants. Turned to my hubby with a smirk and said, “Look baby, he’s got big… Continue