In the quiet solitude of her apartment, Lucy lay sprawled across her bed, the crumpled pages of a half-read novel discarded to the side. Her eyes glazed over the flickering screen of her phone, scrolling through the endless feed of…
As a modern hippie mamma and the leader of a free love sex cult, I’ve made it my sacred life’s mission to spread pleasure and joy wherever I go. You see, in today’s uptight world, there’s far too much repression…
I still remember the day it all began. Standing in front of a room of wide-eyed, eager young women, I knew my calling. To guide them in the sacred arts of sexual hedonism and pleasure. To mold them into the…
Hello, hello, hello! My name is Serenity. I was born in the beautiful state of California back in the groovy 1970s, right at the end of the Hippie Era. What a magical time to come into this world! My family…
Once a month, Mommy Rachel would invite her “sissy boys” over for a special gathering. These “sissy boys” were actually her adult sons, who she had trained to embrace their feminine side. On this particular evening, Mommy Rachel’s sons arrived…
In the quiet solitude of her apartment, Lucy lay sprawled across her bed, the crumpled pages of a half-read novel discarded to the side. Her eyes glazed over the flickering screen of her phone, scrolling through the endless feed of…
As a modern hippie mamma and the leader of a free love sex cult, I’ve made it my sacred life’s mission to spread pleasure and joy wherever I go. You see, in today’s uptight world, there’s far too much repression…
I still remember the day it all began. Standing in front of a room of wide-eyed, eager young women, I knew my calling. To guide them in the sacred arts of sexual hedonism and pleasure. To mold them into the…
Hello, hello, hello! My name is Serenity. I was born in the beautiful state of California back in the groovy 1970s, right at the end of the Hippie Era. What a magical time to come into this world! My family…
Once a month, Mommy Rachel would invite her “sissy boys” over for a special gathering. These “sissy boys” were actually her adult sons, who she had trained to embrace their feminine side. On this particular evening, Mommy Rachel’s sons arrived…