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Hello! I’m Rosemary! I am 36 years old and very recently divorced. I am from beautiful Wine Country of California. I absolutely love it here. When there aren’t wild fires, the beauty of the landscape is breathtaking, and the abundance of excellent wine doesn’t hurt either.

It's been a long, topsy-turvey journey to the present. I grew up in a very spiritual household. I was taught that celibacy was an important connection to my spirituality, so, for an incredibly long period of time, I pushed down all of my sexual urges. Even though it was incredibly difficult to do so—I was fighting nature in my endeavor to remain chaste—it had always been my normal, so I just went with it. This celibacy was extremely hard for me and had the unwanted side effect of basically making me horny 24/7. Like something out of a bad comedy, it created a scenario where everything from a cold glass of ice water to a warm breeze to, most surprisingly, a bee sting would turn me on.

When I turned 28, I decided that I had enough. I just woke up one day and knew I had to make it happen. I had to have sex. I was 28, going out of my mind on a daily basis and tired of living the life I was. I couldn’t handle being a virgin any longer. I knew a co-worker of mine had always had a crush on me, so I invited him out for drinks. We went on a couple of dates and by the third one, I’d had all I could take.

For the first time ever, I let my sexual urges drive my behavior and I seduced him. He jumped at the chance for sex and my long wait was over! What’s funny is that the experience was … okay. It wasn’t great sex but it was something I could work off of.

A few months later, I decided to follow my sexual urges again and built up the nerve to ask another guy out. We dated for a short while, had mind-blowing sex and were married. It was quick. Looking back, I realize that I had confused mind-blowing sex with love. Rookie mistake. I wanted to travel and explore the world and he wanted to stay in the small town we were living in. It was a reverse Doc Hollywood.

The irony of the situation is that since I got divorced, I’ve been basically keeping to myself. I moved to a new community and have been working on me for the last year or so but find myself longing for the aforementioned mind-blowing sex. I close my eyes at random times during the day and just picture the things we’d do together. It gets me super wet and I’ve actually had to force myself not to do this in public because I occasionally make little noises that are not easily explained away!

Being a storyteller by trade, I find my brain often spinning yarns of a sexual bent. I see things in terms of introduction, rising action, and, yes, climax and long to live these stories or, at the least, playing them out with someone else. And that brought me here. I love the thought of talking with different people and getting notes on my fantasies and seeing what we can do together to relieve the sexual tension that is pulsating through our bodies.