A meeting with an old high school friend.
Hi everyone.
I've been participating in the story readings. Today I'm here to share some memories of events.
(The text was translated from my language, so some things may not make sense.)
During my teenage years, school was a dangerous place for poor balls, with several mean girls and some curious ones. I saw many kicks to the balls, and to my sadness, I didn't have that many experiences myself. It was hard work to carry out some of the games that resulted in kicks; most of the time it was just a few slaps. In the meantime, I met some people. One of them was Julia (fictitious name). I met her through some mutual friends. She was blonde, with green eyes and shapely legs. I almost always saw her kicking the balls of some boys who bothered her; they were really brutal. As if the sneakers of that time were made precisely for that, I'll try to upload photos of sneakers of the same model.
[Shoes ](https://www.vans.com.br/tenis-authentic-vlt-lx-kick-twill-pink/p/1005700020002U?srsltid=AfmBOor23-n6Mq51eDJU60mdpS_xkR0DVIarhzAfOMlaaZiraGWa5_Jixuo)
[Shoes 1](https://www.sgeseller.shop/?path=page/ggitem&ggpid=1592740)
As time went by, I realized that she not only kicked balls to get rid of some uncomfortable situations, but also had a slight inclination to enjoy doing it. At that time, I already knew that I liked taking a few hits. So I approached her. I never told her that I liked it, but I tried to get a few kicks. On the other hand, I managed to get her twice. Over time, she ended up getting a boyfriend, and we stopped talking. Until, as adults, after a few years, we started talking again. In the middle of the conversations, I reminded her that she was the queen of kicking balls in high school, where the boys were terrified of her. She quickly remembered her feats, and I reminded her of the shoes she used to wear. Converse All Stars and Vans were her favorites. In these conversations, she gave me the option of choosing a pair of sneakers for her. I immediately chose a Vans platform shoe, which I was crazy about receiving some good kicks to the balls in, and I convinced her that it was ideal for doing just that. She ended up loving the idea, over time and after a few personal encounters. I invited her to give me some kicks to relive the old times, and she accepted. I was extremely excited about the idea of this happening again. Still, she doesn't know about my liking for getting kicked, so for her, it's more about nostalgia and stress relief.
The day arrived, and I could barely contain myself, until after a few beers and conversations, I remembered that the main course was missing: the beautiful kicks. She put on her Vans and prepared herself. She didn't remember how to kick from the front anymore, so I told her to kick from behind. I spread my legs wide and leaned my body back to expose my balls and receive the best impact. Then she kicked with her average force, as she was still a little apprehensive and knew her power. The tip of the Vans hit my two poor balls squarely, unaccustomed to blows, and I almost went straight to the ground. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I said I hadn't hit them, but deep down my legs were already trembling. Then she went for her second attempt, and again I felt the bam! The tip hit me squarely again. I don't know if it was from her kick or if the shoe was really that hard, but I couldn't stop the impact and fell to the ground. She laughed and uttered the phrase that almost choked me – "So, did you hit it?" If she only hit one side, I'll give her the other to make them both equal.
[Her new Vans](https://www.vans.com/en-us/p/shoes/icons/old-skool-5205/old-skool-stackform-shoe-VN0A7Q5M6BT)
I couldn't lie and told her I had hit both perfectly, I told her she had lost the habit even after so many years. Then I asked for one more kick to end the day so I could go home. And the last kick was devastating, she used all her strength in this last attempt, I almost felt my balls deflate. She managed to fire me with the greatest of ease, she asked if I wanted more and I told her that was enough. I needed to keep them preserved for more kicks. Finally, she said - These Vans are really good for kicking balls, I'll use them a lot. In the end, I think something woke up in her and I hope this becomes a good routine. Whenever we talk, I end up touching on the subject of kicks and say that I need to relieve the accumulated stress. She agrees and asks to schedule a day for training. Later on, if there are more episodes with her, I will bring them to you to enjoy the news. I never thought I would find someone who would do this completely in a sporting way and with enthusiasm. I'm gradually going to start giving her new pairs of shoes and we'll test out what she likes in different types. I was thinking of giving her a pair of strappy high heels, where I can see her beautiful, absolutely stunning feet. Any suggestions?
I've been participating in the story readings. Today I'm here to share some memories of events.
(The text was translated from my language, so some things may not make sense.)
During my teenage years, school was a dangerous place for poor balls, with several mean girls and some curious ones. I saw many kicks to the balls, and to my sadness, I didn't have that many experiences myself. It was hard work to carry out some of the games that resulted in kicks; most of the time it was just a few slaps. In the meantime, I met some people. One of them was Julia (fictitious name). I met her through some mutual friends. She was blonde, with green eyes and shapely legs. I almost always saw her kicking the balls of some boys who bothered her; they were really brutal. As if the sneakers of that time were made precisely for that, I'll try to upload photos of sneakers of the same model.
[Shoes ](https://www.vans.com.br/tenis-authentic-vlt-lx-kick-twill-pink/p/1005700020002U?srsltid=AfmBOor23-n6Mq51eDJU60mdpS_xkR0DVIarhzAfOMlaaZiraGWa5_Jixuo)
[Shoes 1](https://www.sgeseller.shop/?path=page/ggitem&ggpid=1592740)
As time went by, I realized that she not only kicked balls to get rid of some uncomfortable situations, but also had a slight inclination to enjoy doing it. At that time, I already knew that I liked taking a few hits. So I approached her. I never told her that I liked it, but I tried to get a few kicks. On the other hand, I managed to get her twice. Over time, she ended up getting a boyfriend, and we stopped talking. Until, as adults, after a few years, we started talking again. In the middle of the conversations, I reminded her that she was the queen of kicking balls in high school, where the boys were terrified of her. She quickly remembered her feats, and I reminded her of the shoes she used to wear. Converse All Stars and Vans were her favorites. In these conversations, she gave me the option of choosing a pair of sneakers for her. I immediately chose a Vans platform shoe, which I was crazy about receiving some good kicks to the balls in, and I convinced her that it was ideal for doing just that. She ended up loving the idea, over time and after a few personal encounters. I invited her to give me some kicks to relive the old times, and she accepted. I was extremely excited about the idea of this happening again. Still, she doesn't know about my liking for getting kicked, so for her, it's more about nostalgia and stress relief.
The day arrived, and I could barely contain myself, until after a few beers and conversations, I remembered that the main course was missing: the beautiful kicks. She put on her Vans and prepared herself. She didn't remember how to kick from the front anymore, so I told her to kick from behind. I spread my legs wide and leaned my body back to expose my balls and receive the best impact. Then she kicked with her average force, as she was still a little apprehensive and knew her power. The tip of the Vans hit my two poor balls squarely, unaccustomed to blows, and I almost went straight to the ground. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I said I hadn't hit them, but deep down my legs were already trembling. Then she went for her second attempt, and again I felt the bam! The tip hit me squarely again. I don't know if it was from her kick or if the shoe was really that hard, but I couldn't stop the impact and fell to the ground. She laughed and uttered the phrase that almost choked me – "So, did you hit it?" If she only hit one side, I'll give her the other to make them both equal.
[Her new Vans](https://www.vans.com/en-us/p/shoes/icons/old-skool-5205/old-skool-stackform-shoe-VN0A7Q5M6BT)
I couldn't lie and told her I had hit both perfectly, I told her she had lost the habit even after so many years. Then I asked for one more kick to end the day so I could go home. And the last kick was devastating, she used all her strength in this last attempt, I almost felt my balls deflate. She managed to fire me with the greatest of ease, she asked if I wanted more and I told her that was enough. I needed to keep them preserved for more kicks. Finally, she said - These Vans are really good for kicking balls, I'll use them a lot. In the end, I think something woke up in her and I hope this becomes a good routine. Whenever we talk, I end up touching on the subject of kicks and say that I need to relieve the accumulated stress. She agrees and asks to schedule a day for training. Later on, if there are more episodes with her, I will bring them to you to enjoy the news. I never thought I would find someone who would do this completely in a sporting way and with enthusiasm. I'm gradually going to start giving her new pairs of shoes and we'll test out what she likes in different types. I was thinking of giving her a pair of strappy high heels, where I can see her beautiful, absolutely stunning feet. Any suggestions?
