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…
The hum of the refrigerator had been my constant companion, a dull drone that faded into the background of my busy life. Until it didn’t. The silence was deafening, and with the spawns rapidly depleting stash of yogurts and juice…
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…
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…
The hum of the refrigerator had been my constant companion, a dull drone that faded into the background of my busy life. Until it didn’t. The silence was deafening, and with the spawns rapidly depleting stash of yogurts and juice…
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…