Gloria’s Green Goddess Diaries Gloria’s Green Goddess Diaries Filthy confessions from a 68-year-old free-love earth mama who still fucks like it’s 1969 They call me Gloria now, but back in Haight-Ashbury I was Sunflower — same difference. Gray dreads down…
Pearl’s Overgrown Temptation: A Summer Lawn Turned Lusty Affair Pearl’s Overgrown Temptation: A Summer Lawn Turned Lusty Affair Sun-kissed yard • Fresh-cut grass • Steamy spark Pearl bit her lip as she eyed the overgrown lawn. The heat was unbearable,…
As I gaze into the mirror, I see the lines etched upon my face, eternities of love, laughter, and desire. Birdie, a name that whispers my identity, a woman who has danced with time, marked by the indelible stamp of…
🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🍃 🍃 🍃 🍃 Overheated: Sage’s Summer Surrender Sage had been tending to her lush garden for hours, the intense summer sun beating down mercilessly. Perspiration dripped from her brow, saturating the fabric…
John’s Story It was a hot summer afternoon when I first laid eyes on Birdie, the new English teacher at the prestigious all-boys school where I worked as a janitor. She was a striking woman, with Blue-black hair that cascaded…
Gloria’s Green Goddess Diaries Gloria’s Green Goddess Diaries Filthy confessions from a 68-year-old free-love earth mama who still fucks like it’s 1969 They call me Gloria now, but back in Haight-Ashbury I was Sunflower — same difference. Gray dreads down…
Pearl’s Overgrown Temptation: A Summer Lawn Turned Lusty Affair Pearl’s Overgrown Temptation: A Summer Lawn Turned Lusty Affair Sun-kissed yard • Fresh-cut grass • Steamy spark Pearl bit her lip as she eyed the overgrown lawn. The heat was unbearable,…
As I gaze into the mirror, I see the lines etched upon my face, eternities of love, laughter, and desire. Birdie, a name that whispers my identity, a woman who has danced with time, marked by the indelible stamp of…
🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🦋 🍃 🍃 🍃 🍃 Overheated: Sage’s Summer Surrender Sage had been tending to her lush garden for hours, the intense summer sun beating down mercilessly. Perspiration dripped from her brow, saturating the fabric…
John’s Story It was a hot summer afternoon when I first laid eyes on Birdie, the new English teacher at the prestigious all-boys school where I worked as a janitor. She was a striking woman, with Blue-black hair that cascaded…