Stephen Shearer: 619 books

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 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 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 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 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...

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...

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...

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 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...

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 will not let me see her face. She will not let anyone see her face. She must protect and conceal her identity because there are people who would defame her for being proud of the body she has, defame her for sharing this vision with us. We admire her and delight in her self confidence. She is...

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...

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...

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...