a message left upon my doorstep.

Being predominantly stronger on the left side of my body, There is something very satisfying in placing weight on the tensor fasclae femoris, and the adductor longus and gracilis of the left leg; while at the same time swinging back on the right leg; extending all the muscles to become taught; thus allowing the right metatarsals, to bend at just the right angle, to send the entire leg, muscle fibre and bone, in a straight forward thrusting action, thus coming into heavy contact with a conservative’s testes.
       to begin with, there is the sudden shock of the impact, and the discolouration of his pale insipid face, caused by the rushing of blood to the head, via the neck. This is followed by the sudden “whoop” of exhalation of air from the lungs, as his diaphragm is crunched tight. Then a cry, as the body starts to take full impact of the blow; all of which are combined into a strange distant stare of bewilderment from the eye, that then spreads across his entire face.
          -I have to say that by the look of him, he really didn’t expect it-
           However, the knowledge of the reason behind the  action does not last. What follows is an extension of his googly eyes, from their flabby baggage sockets; that then combines with a narrowing of the pupil and the swivel of the eye, towards the nose as the conservative starts to take the full impact of the long, hard and particularly viscous kick. Then finally, the facial cheeks slowly wobble once more, as his wet flabby lips extend, just as his teeth, crunch down on his tongue; thus opening up the receptors that reach that dark palace of pain, where the world slips away in a slow spin of diamond shaped, dizzy, numbness.
      This is the point, where visual contact with the face of the conservative is lost. Slowly the conservative bends almost double, as the impact of my right foot to his testes, reaches the inevitable climax of the thrust.
        – As an aside I have to state that this  is worked out through a maths equation, I made as I opened the door and faced him. I did this through considering a rough  estimation  of the  distance between both parties; [eg:- The conservative on my doorstep and myself.]  My height, his height, and the necessary force needed to thrust my leg out; thus  add the necessary  weight behind  the right  leg and therefore increase the impact of the kick.  I also surprised myself as I managed all of this, in about thirty seconds, though I would also like to add that I waited a full minute and a half before I struck.-
      Then, as the foot is pulled back, there is that satisfying final shove backwards as the conservative, now made mute, gasping for air, wheezes and falls out of my doorway. Now  bent double, he then falls prone on the floor.Finally  the door is slammed, and  I rest my back against it, feeling that warm glow of satisfaction rise in the rich knowledge that an itch has been well and truly rubbed….Yes… I have to say, kicking a conservative in the bollocks is better than sex.

© adh2016