Stephen Shearer: 619 books

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...

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...

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...

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”,...

Welcome to Just Plain Weird. I have over 100 photos from around the world and around the net showing some of the wildest and most wonderful and wackiest situations seen somewhere in the world by somebody and caught by the eye of the camera. There is something for everyone in this volume from the “awwwwww” to the “WTF!” Be aware that this volume contains adult material.

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 allows us...

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 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...

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 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 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 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 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...