Sorry Jake...

[Tara J]

A LONG time ago, back in my single days.

My boyfriend, Jake, and I were lying on the couch, our legs entwined, watching the latest episode of our favorite show. I absentmindedly nudged his crotch with my foot, feeling the warmth and weight of his balls through his sweatpants. It was a comforting sensation, like a little reminder of how much I enjoyed him. He chuckled, seemingly enjoying the gesture, and leaned into me. It was then that I had an idea.

I slowly began to massage his balls with the ball of my foot, circling them gently at first, then increasing the pressure as I felt him grow harder beneath my touch. His breath hitched, and he arched his back, letting out a soft moan. "That feels so good," he whispered, and I couldn't help but smile to myself. I massaged harder, feeling the muscles in his thighs tense beneath my touch. "Better than when my ex used to do it," he continued, unaware of the dark cloud that had just formed in my mind.

At the mention of his ex, something snapped inside me. I felt a mixture of anger and jealousy rise up, making my chest tight and my fingers clench into fists. I looked down at him, his eyes still closed, enjoying the sensation of my foot massaging him. Without thinking, I stomped down on his balls as hard as I could with my heel. "How could you even compare that bitch to me?" I hissed, my voice laced with fury. He let out a sharp cry of pain and curled up into a ball on the couch, writhing in agony.

I looked down at him, feeling a twisted mix of satisfaction and regret wash over me. I knew I'd overreacted, but the thought of him even thinking about his ex... it infuriated me. After a moment, he rolled off the couch, crumpled into a heap on the floor, and let out a groan. I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit guilty as I looked down at him, his body twisted and curled in pain.

I stepped over him, noticing the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each breath. It made for a surprisingly good footstool, actually. I leaned down, placing one hand on my hip and resting my other foot on his stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. "You should probably think before you speak next time," I said, my voice softer now. He groaned again, but didn't say anything.

After a few minutes, I could see that he was starting to recover. His breathing was steadier, and he wasn't curled up quite as much. I reached down and gently massaged his balls again, this time more tenderly. He flinched at first, but then relaxed into my touch. "I'm sorry," I whispered, not meeting his eyes. He sighed and turned his head away, still too sore and hurt to look at me.

I knelt down beside him, reaching up to cup his face in my hands. "I shouldn't have done that," I said, my voice barely audible. "I just... I can't stand the thought of you thinking about her like that." He closed his eyes and nodded, not saying anything. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, tasting the salt from his tears on his lips. When I pulled away, I felt a pang of guilt, but also the desire to make it up to him.

I stood up, offering him my hand. "Come on, let's go to the bedroom," I said softly. He took my hand and slowly rose to his feet, wincing as he did so. I led him to the bedroom and sat him down on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him. I reached up and gently traced my fingers over his lips, wiping away the remaining tears. Then, I undid the drawstring on his sweatpants and slowly pulled them down, revealing his still-sore balls.

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[Thomas Jones]

People in general, but especially guys do it way too often. Even worse during times of intimacy like that. I am sure he realized right after he said it but then was quickly overcome with the feeling of shock and nausea, lol. 

If it makes you feel better a lot of us would have traded places with him in a second. Not sure if I would want them stepped on as hard as you could but with the reciprocation after and the amazing foreplay you did before the stomp, it would 100% be worth it. I assume if you two were laying on the couch you were either barefoot or had socks on and not shoes. At least you did not stomp him with boots or heels.

When a woman rubs her bare feet over your lap whether it be laying on a couch, at a restaurant with a tablecloth, etc. it is by far the best foreplay in my opinion. 

Love your stories Tara. Thank you for the great reads