How did you discover your love for kicking moids in the balls?
I've told this story before in tags but the first time I experienced kicking balls was when I was a freshman in high school.
A male classmate took a photo up my skirt at school. In the moment I was stunned and ran away. I thought for sure the school would fix and punish something so blatant, but they did nothing, claiming lack of evidence.
I spent the next week being pissed at everything, the school for letting me down, my brother for not caring about it, but most of all the boy who did it. Fortunately he was a junior and I barely saw him. Even more fortunately, when I next crossed paths with him, it was just him and me, and he was facing away. So I kicked him as hard as I could from behind, watched him roll around on the ground for a few seconds, then ran away again before someone else came.
In hindsight, it was a risky thing to do, but I was so angry I wouldn't have cared. I think he switched schools after that. It was one of the most cathartic moments of my life to see a moid get his just desserts, to do it myself, and to know I could do it again.


















