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Still bitter after my breakup, I ended up needing an outlet for all that built up frustration, and somehow the perfect opportunity practically fell into my lap. I met a guy who actually wanted to get ball busted, and honestly, he couldn’t have shown up at a better time. I go full storytime mode as I talk about taking all my anger out on him, describing how hard I kicked, how quickly he folded, and how satisfying it was watching him crumble beneath me. The more I tell the story, the more obvious it becomes that I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. I relive the reactions, the power trip, and the way I completely broke him down while mocking what a pathetic target he was for my post breakup rage. And just when the story couldn’t get any better, I finish things off with a little Q&A, answering extra questions and adding the perfect final touch to this ball busting storytime.