Stephen Shearer: 619 books

We arrogant males often times forget that we are only half of the sexual equation. While we are far more visually stimulated than our lovely lady friends, the ladies have their desires to see as well. Presented here are 100 versions of the “Rod of Power”, the “Handle on the Whip”,...

My Lady’s house is her nest. Her inner sanctum is her bedroom. Her public area is her Living Room. Here she welcomes and entertains her friends and guests. You are now privileged to be one of those allowed to enter her domain. Enjoy her hospitality, share the conversation, watch as she effortlessly...

Enter the hidden domain, the retreat, the resting place of My Lady. Here she can be herself, no pretense, no hidden emotions, no acting. She allows us to enter and observe, at times to participate. She is the Queen and rules this hidden domain.   Watch her many moods, feel her...

Sun, sea and surf! Welcome to My Lady’s Natural Playground. Here she can let the wind blow through her hair, the sand dribble between her toes and the cool salt water wash around her sweaty body. Here she can be herself, no pretense, no hidden emotions, no acting. She allows us to watch her frolic...

Sun, sea and surf! Welcome to My Lady’s Natural Playground. Here she can let the wind blow through her hair, the sand dribble between her toes and the cool salt water wash around her sweaty body. Here she can be herself, no pretense, no hidden emotions, no acting. She allows us to watch her frolic...

She teases me. Oh Wicked Wench, you tease me most delicately, yet most powerfully. You draw my eyes, you reach for my touch yet nimbly step aside as my fingers graze your warm skin. Your smile invites me, your eyes glow with amusement, your breath gently skims across me. I ache for...

My Lady’s house is her nest. Her inner sanctum is her bedroom. Her public area is her Living Room. Here she welcomes and entertains her friends and guests. You are now privileged to be one of those allowed to enter her domain. Enjoy her hospitality, share the conversation, watch as she effortlessly...

This is where we receive our first nourishment in life. This is where we learned love and caring. This is where we found that someone wanted us. Later in life, this is where we found desire. This is where our first fumbling attempts at intimacy occurred. Now she teases us with just one. She...

Variously known as Exposed In Public (EIP) or Nude In Public (NIP), my sweet lady is so proud of the way she looks, she just has to go au naturel at every opportunity. She knows that this is the way she came into this world and revels in the opportunity to continue to do so.   Watch...

She hovers over me, a sheen of light sweat moistening her cheeks and brow. Her eyes glow, reflecting the moonlight that seeps through the curtain of her hair. The hair that hangs down brushing my brow, brushing my chest, creating a softly glinting tunnel that shares and molds the privacy and intimacy...

Enter the hidden domain, the retreat, the bathing place of My Lady. Here she can be herself, no pretense, no hidden emotions, no acting. She allows us to enter and observe, at times to participate. She is the Queen and rules this hidden domain. This is where she cleanses herself, goes through her...

She hovers over me, a sheen of light sweat moistening her cheeks and brow. Her eyes glow, reflecting the moonlight that seeps through the curtain of her hair. The hair that hangs down brushing my brow, brushing my chest, creating a softly glinting tunnel that shares and molds the privacy and intimacy...

She teases me. Oh Wicked Wench, you tease me most delicately, yet most powerfully. You draw my eyes, you reach for my touch yet nimbly step aside as my fingers graze your warm skin. Your smile invites me, your eyes glow with amusement, your breath gently skims across me. I ache for...

She hovers over me, a sheen of light sweat moistening her cheeks and brow. Her eyes glow, reflecting the moonlight that seeps through the curtain of her hair. The hair that hangs down brushing my brow, brushing my chest, creating a softly glinting tunnel that shares and molds the privacy and intimacy...