I was mowing the other day and my mind wandered as it does while doing menial tasks, and it brought up a memory from my childhood where an older sibling found a bag of balloons I had hidden and she and her friend had blown them up and popped them all while I was away. When I got home there were pieces all over the sidewalk, and while I was heartbroken on one hand, I discovered the beginnings of arousal when I though of her friend stomping them.
Fast forward many years and the more I thought of this as I was mowing, the idea that I’d have my balloons inflated and someone else would want to come and joyfully bust them all, well the more aroused I got. So in that vein, let’s say I have a bag of 100 jewel 11”, a bag of 100 clear 11”, and 50 jewel 16”, all Qualatex, with about half of them inflated tightly and laying around, and I ask for someone to come and play rough with my balloons. What would you do?
Fast forward many years and the more I thought of this as I was mowing, the idea that I’d have my balloons inflated and someone else would want to come and joyfully bust them all, well the more aroused I got. So in that vein, let’s say I have a bag of 100 jewel 11”, a bag of 100 clear 11”, and 50 jewel 16”, all Qualatex, with about half of them inflated tightly and laying around, and I ask for someone to come and play rough with my balloons. What would you do?
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