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...

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,...

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

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 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?...

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...

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”,...

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,...

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...

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...