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...

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...

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...

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...

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 reals with sensations, so many beauties,...

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 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?...

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 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...

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...

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...