Helen Finale

[Myron Cumberland]

I wanted to take Helen in my arms and sooth her racking sobs, but part of me suspected a trick to get me close enough for a swift knee.  She looked so vulnerable, though, that I had to take the chance.  I took her by the hands and guided her to my sofa, where we sat down.  She melted against me and wept.  I stroked her hair and told her she'd find someone else, someone who'd agree with her politics.  She looked up at me with tear-filled eyes and said she didn't want someone else.  I almost caved.  I wanted to take her in my arms and make love to her slowly, without aching balls.  But then I thought of her and all of her friends laughing at me, filming my agony.  My heart hardened.  I continued holding her and stroking her hair, but I knew we'd never be a couple again.  Eventually, her weeping stopped, and she got up, smoothing her skirt.  I got up to walk her to the door.  Then she bent over the back of my sofa and swayed her hips.  Dear God.  "Up for some breakup sex?" she purred.  It had been weeks since we made love.  Angry as I was with her, she did know how to seduce me.  I assumed the position, as they say, and pressed my hardness against her.  She's shorter than I am, so I had to spread my legs.  Too late I realized how vulnerable I was.  The hard round heel of her black leather boot slammed upwards.  I shrieked like any man viciously kicked in the malebag shrieks.  There was no staggering.  I passed out from the pain.  When I woke up, I was on the floor behind my sofa.  I had no idea how long I'd been out.  I couldn't move.  My lips were pulled back in a silent scream as I struggled to catch my breath, waves of sick pain racking my body.  Finally, after maybe twenty minutes, I tried to stand.  I got to one knee when I was hit with another wave of pain that caused me to whimper/moan.  Then I heard a low chuckle.  Helen was sitting in a chair behind me, legs crossed, smirking, gloating.  I tried to stand again, eliciting another groan from my lips.  "If you come near me, I'll kick you even harder" she threatened.  In my mind, I'm thinking "A. Impossible.  I can't even walk.  And B. Impossible.  No one can kick harder than that".  I groaned for a few more minutes before I could muster the strength to stand.  I was still bent over, and I rested against the back of the sofa, careful to keep my legs together.  Helen got up and walked toward me.  I flinched.  She laughed at me and said " Now it's over.  Good bye, Myron".  Then she walked out of my life.

[playfight]

And she did not know you have some kind of fetish for bb ?

[Lars V]

Definately one of the best BB stories I've read!

It felt genuine!

You've got a real talent for writing!

[Karate_Aaron]

She had to end things on her terms...