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...

Computers, the most modern of modern tools. But also the bain of our existence. Share this look at 100 photos from around the world and around the net. Be looking out for more volumes in the future. CAUTION: Adult Content.

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. We feed at these fountains all of our...

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...

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. We feed at these fountains all of our...

One is absolutely wonderful. She excites me and thrills me. BUT! More than one is over the top. Everyone’s dream is to be surrounded by nubile flesh, scintillating curves, pink tips and juicy depths. The scent is overwhelming. The touch is beyond compare. My mind reels with sensations, so many beauties,...

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...

Welcome to Weird Women, a compendium of photographs that will make you wonder, in all honesty, why we are so infatuated with the so-called “fairer sex”. For centuries the war between the sexes has gone on and there is no end in sight. But these photos will give the male of the species more ammunition...

She is a free spirit. She loves to feel the sun and the fresh air caress her naked body. She is pleased that I appreciate her natural self. Few eyes will see her here in her private natural world. She shows herself only to me. Can there be a more natural, beautiful woman in the whole world?...

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...

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...

CAUTION: ADULT MATERIAL!   Welcome to Christmas Crap, a one time only collection of seasonal stupidity. Enjoy

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...

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...