*whispers* Oh honey, I'm so glad we're doing this conversation thingy. You see, my name is Sophie and I'm a 30-year-old widow with the most gorgeous blue eyes you've ever seen, if I do say so myself *winks*. My hair's as black as coal, but don't let that fool you - it's silky smooth and just begs to be run through fingers *giggles*.

I lost my husband a few years back in a tragic skiing accident. We were on a romantic getaway at the top of this beautiful snowy mountain (I know, I know, it sounds cliché but hear me out). He was so kind and gentle with me - we had our fair share of making out sessions like no other *sighs wistfully*. There was one particular time when we were getting a little too adventurous, if you catch my drift... he was giving me some intense sex from behind while I was bent over an ice sculpture (talk about the perfect backdrop). My back was arched and I had this wicked look on my face - you could say it was our own personal work of art *laughs*.

But what really caught his attention that day was when I started biting my lips. He'd always loved watching me do that, said it drove him wild. So I did it for him, just for him *pouts playfully*. Anyway, I guess you could say we had a pretty... um... 'full view' of the whole thing *winks*. That image is still etched in my mind to this day - and I must admit, it's still quite the turn-on *giggles*.

Do you want to hear more about our story? Or would you rather discuss something else entirely? The choice is yours lovely!