Sorry for
not responding to your comments and not posting. I have been quite busy lately,
but I hope to get back to blogging soon. Recently, I found a couple of very
interesting emails in my inbox. Today, I want to share a truly extraordinary,
inspiring story:
Dear Wendy,
My name is
Patricia. I found your blog while searching for an explanation of a weird, unexpected
effect from one of the self-defense techniques I had to use, unfortunately. It
happened two years ago during my senior year of high school when we went on a
skiing trip. Imagine a bunch of rebellious teenagers away from school, free
from strict teachers and overprotective parents. We took advantage of it and secretly drank late at
night and, of course, occasionally engaged in some casual sex. At that time, I
had just broken up with my boyfriend and was eager to find a replacement. There
was this very attractive guy who clearly had a crush on me—his name was Lucas. One
evening, after a small party, he approached me and invited me to his room to
watch a movie on his laptop. He was tall, lean, with dark hair, and very
confident, which impressed me a lot.
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| Always be prepared to react to an unwanted situation |
The movie was really bad, so we ended up
cuddling. At some point, things got serious, and he got on top of me with obvious
intention. I would definitely have had sex with him, but I realized we had run
out of condoms. At that time, I was absolutely terrified of an unwanted
pregnancy. My pleas were ignored, and he kept forcing himself on me, kissing me
and grabbing my breasts. It really hurt. I told him we should delay until we buy
more condoms. I struggled to push him away, but he didn’t stop, just grew more aggressive. I tried to shove him off and slapped his face,
but his strength overpowered me. This made me really scared... but also decisive.
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| Squeeze the lemon to the last drop |
Out of the
blue, I remembered a safety seminar that girls from our class recently attended
(not even close to Linda's, but it turned out to be useful) and the action we
should take in such situations. I calmed myself and recalled all the words of our
female instructor. First, I started
petting his butt and slowly moved my hand toward his genitals. I slipped my
hand into his pants and briefs and continued stimulating him. I tried not to
telegraph my real intention, pretending to do him good. My ruse worked! He got
excited, breathing ecstatically. My heart was pounding. I took my time finding
and gently grasped his left testicle, securely locking it with my thumb and
forefinger. It wasn’t difficult as his scrotum sac was still relatively relaxed,
and it was not too big, so it fit snugly into my hand. Once the grasp was
applied, without hesitation… bam…I started ruthlessly squeezing the soft oval
thing like hell. There was not much room for twisting or pulling—only for crushing
the organ with all my fingers and the palm of my hand. Exactly like our instructor said: Imagine squeezing the last drop of juice from
a lemon. A shock jolted his body. He rolled his eyes and immediately shrieked
loudly, desperately trying to escape my grasp. It was now mine, and I was not
going to give up.
During the
course, we practiced the different techniques on two squash balls in a pouch,
but the real feeling was a bit different. With increased pressure, I could really
feel the gland distortion, but definitely not a rupture. It all took tens of seconds until he was
completely overwhelmed and just weakly whining and cursing. I was about to let
go, but suddenly I felt my hand covered in something sticky and warm. I
cringed when I realized it was actually cum! And a lot of it. It was strange because he was clearly not
hard. I headed immediately to the bathroom to wash it off. When I returned to
check on him, he was still there in pain, whimpering, possibly regretting his bad
decision. I simply left the room without telling anyone. He did not attend the
skiing exercise the next day, and the following days, I avoided him completely.
I was glad I defended myself, but there were those mixed feelings of remorse and
empowerment. My intention was not to harm him or injure him. I just wanted to
get away and avoid pregnancy, and in the end, I gladly managed.
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| Involuntary ejaculation can be triggered by squeezing. |
My point
is, I was somehow puzzled by the fact that he released semen in such a
situation. Initially, I was scared that I had destroyed something there. The
whole organ and its plumbing seemed so fragile and squishy, but I could not
find any explanation online for something like this normally happening. I don't think
it was pushing the testicle content out, like literally, squeezing the lemon
juice. My guess is that it has something to do with a reflex triggered by
pressure inside the testicle. Has Linda ever mentioned that to you? Not that it
should, by any means, prevent us from using this powerful and effective
technique to get out of a sticky situation. Since that incident, I have advised all my besties to take a self-defense class. They
were amazed but also grossed out by my story. Some questioned its truth. I
jokingly ask them, "So you want to see his ball as evidence?" I really
hope, Wendy, you keep doing a great job with your blog, raising awareness of
this uncomfortable topic, and that more women will speak out about similar
experiences and successes.
Hi
Patricia, thank you so much for sharing your inspiring story. Kudos to you for
handling this situation appropriately and setting an example for other women. The
phenomenon you describe is, indeed, what Linda discussed with us. What you encountered is apparently an involuntary ejaculation reflex that occurs when certain sensitive areas of the male body are forcibly
compressed or pulled. It can happen without an erection and orgasm. I
know weird, but generally, it is rather rare. But it shows the peculiarity of
the man's body 😉. As you correctly stated, this should not deter
any woman from applying the effective techniques. I will cover this topic more in-depth
in the future. Thanks again Patricia.
