Stephen Shearer: 619 books

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 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...

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 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 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?...

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 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...

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...