Bushes Stories

Ye Ole Ice Cream Shoppe had everything a nostalgia buff would die for. The menu was on a blackboard with white chalk—the heart-shaped iron chair back with the red and white seat covers. The employees were dressed like the old soda jerks, cap and all. Pam was perusing the offerings. I had to chuckle; I could almost see her mentally licking her lips and drooling. My world was locked in a double-dipped chocolate sundae with...

Telling my story will be a bit difficult, and some of you may find it weird, some may even think I am nuts. But, I assure you, I’ll be horny when I’ve finished.Not exactly sure how it all started but I think I’ve hated clothes all my life. Apparently, even as a toddler, I would remove my clothes every time mom dressed me. As I grew, I would come out of my room naked and mom would yell at me to get dressed. So, in fact, I...