classic putin Brasilia, Distrito Federal No.3072442 [Reply]
Mine was odd compared to most of these. I had my first orgasm as the result of sexual harassment and arguably sexual assault. I was not yet nineteen.
My freshman year I lived on a coed dorm floor, and my roommate, to put it lightly, was an idiot. Because she wanted to be well-liked by the guys on our floor, she always left the door unlocked. I'd walk over to lock it, and she'd immediately go over and unlock it so the boys could come in and chat.
One night, I was in pajamas (since this is in the south, pajamas means short shorts and a camisole) and prepping for bed when this one guy I hated walked in the door. My roommate, who was on a very different schedule than I, had to step out for a moment to grab something from the vending machine, which left me and this guy alone in the room. He made a disparaging comment on my state of dress, and I told him to leave.
I should note that this guy had close to a foot on me in height and at least eighty pounds, probably more. So all he did was laugh at me and start walking towards me, back into the wall. I was too scared to do the intelligent thing (i.e. threaten to kick him in the nuts), so I kept walking backwards until I couldn't go back any farther, but he kept closing in until I was practically pinned. Then he said something along the lines of "You wouldn't wear that if you didn't want the attention," and then grabbed one of my breasts through the camisole hard.
Yes, it was a feargasm. I had no idea what was going on with me, but after a moment of being frozen in place, I told him that if he ever came within ten feet of me again, I'd come after his balls with a knife and eat them in front of his face. He laughed again, let me go, and then sauntered out.
That was the day I decided I was never going to live again in a situation where someone else has a key to my bedroom.