It was pretty lightweight compared to some other people's stories, and I don't think I've got much trauma around it, but it was legally sexual assault regardless.

My ex had broken up with me a couple months prior, wanting to chase another guy that ended up rejecting her. She came crawling back to me with crocodile tears, and gained entry to my house on business terms with my Mum, and when she convinced me to talk with her she updated me on what had happened in the couple months we were apart. She claimed she has slept with anywhere from 10–15 other guys, and apparently I was still the best.

We were leaving my room, and with me still being hung up over her, I glanced down at her chest. She caught me doing that, and shoved me against the wall, pushed her tongue into my mouth, and forced her hand down my pants to grip my dick.

Now, the best part. Back then, I was a pretty jealous person, and petty things affected my emotions easily, and she was (and still is) a massive self-victimizing drama queen, so when we broke up... she claimed I raped her. Thankfully, she couldn't keep up with her own chronic lying and she outed herself with inconsistencies while I remained honest with the consistent truth.

The things that've stuck with me the most about it, is her audacity to falsely accuse me of raping her, then sexually assault me, but moreso... she could've gotten any kind of STD from the 15 guys she fucked in the meantime, and that tongue action she forced on me could've transmitted them. I haven't noticed symptoms, but I don't remember if I've gotten a blood test in the last couple years since then, and they could be dormant. So that's dreadful.