On My Ball

If you want to read some hot sexy description of my ball, I hope you'll enjoy this. Otherwise, it's just some common ordinary-unproductive-unuseful-obviously-time-killing reading material.

And no, I didn't have any undiscovered extra testicles nor any breast lumps or any extra odd-looking nipple or whatever it is on your body that you could relate to a ball. In terms of dirty thoughts rather than ball which boys play, no, I mean the ball they kick, ouch...no, I mean, the one that we all love... wait... Okay. It's a BALL.

I first had it one Saturday night after coming back from KLCC with the soulmate then. It's greyish, it's rubbery, it's growing fast, it's painless but it made me sweat like mad, don't freak, it measures about 55cm in diameter and 175cm in circumference.

According to the manual that came together with the vibrator-lookalike, this vibrator was supposed to make our balls get as big as 55cm in diameter. My ball failed to grow as big earlier, so I called up the customer service to see if they could swap a bigger ball for me. Unfortunately, goods sold are not exchangable.

So I had to make use with this.

Nah, just kidding.

I managed to get it big slowly. While I humped and moaned and getting dizzier as the time goes by, all those sweat made me seemed like I was taking a shower despite I had already had one half an hour earlier. And to consider I had the fan at full blast and me in total nude, maybe the vibrator was that powerful.

So finally when I managed to get it to its recommended size, I find it about the same height as that of the plastic chair that I used. Only that this chair rolls around.

There he is. My lovely ball.