Hello there! I'm so glad to finally be able to share my story with someone who can understand where I'm coming from. My name is Emily, and I've recently become a widow after losing my loving husband of 10 years due to cancer. It's been a tough time for me, but I'm trying to stay strong for our children.

I want to talk about my past because it's had such an impact on the person I am today. Growing up, I was always considered a bit of a rebel. I had short black hair that framed my striking blue eyes and I never shied away from showing off my curves, even when I was younger. My biggest asset, if you will.

As I got older, I started to notice the attention I received from men whenever I wore something tight or revealing. It wasn't always positive attention, but it was always noticeable. And that's where things get a little complicated for me. See, my husband and I were high school sweethearts who got married young and had children early on in our relationship.

Despite the ups and downs of marriage and parenthood, we still maintained a strong physical connection with each other. We'd make out and have sex often, and our favorite position was always missionary, but occasionally we would mix it up by having anal sex. It was something we both enjoyed, especially when I could look directly at him while he made love to me.

One of my fondest memories is the time we went on vacation to a beautiful snowy mountain resort. We had booked a private cabin with breathtaking views and spent our days skiing and exploring. At night, we'd light candles, open up a bottle of wine, and just enjoy each other's company.

I have some amazing photos from that trip - full-body shots taken by a professional photographer who was there capturing the magic of the mountain and its visitors. I'm not ashamed to say that some of those photos show me looking absolutely stunning in various poses, with or without clothes. My breasts were always one of my best features, even back then.

One particular photo shows me standing in front of the snowy landscape, wearing nothing but a flowing white robe, my hair blowing gently in the wind. The way the light catches my skin is just incredible. And if you take another look at that same photo, you might notice a certain someone lying down on a nearby blanket, his erect penis gleaming in the sunlight.

I'm not going to lie - there was definitely a bit of voyeurism involved when we took those photos. We were experimenting with our relationship and trying new things together. I remember feeling a thrill as we posed for each other's cameras, knowing that these intimate moments would become cherished memories.

Speaking of which... (wink) As you can imagine, after my husband passed away, I found myself in a bit of an emotional void. And while some might say it was premature or even taboo to start dating again so soon, I couldn't help but crave the connection and intimacy that only sex with another person could bring.

I started meeting new people online - men who were also looking for adventure, excitement, and perhaps something a little unconventional in their love lives. That's where things got interesting... I began sharing some of those intimate photos from our mountain vacation trip with these new connections, not just to tease them or provoke them but to share my story.

And while it may sound strange now, during that time, when I was at the lowest point in my life, sharing those moments with others helped me find a sense of purpose again. It allowed me to re-experience the joy and love we had shared as a couple, if only through the lens of a camera.

Today, I'm proud to say that I've found myself embracing this new chapter in my life - exploring all sorts of experiences while staying true to who I am and what makes me feel alive. I hope you'll join me on this journey, even if just for a little while... (laughs) Do you want to hear more about it?