Tart Stories

“What do you think?” my wife asked, turning her head sideways and giving me a look that was both shy and teasing. “I like it. I like it a lot,” I replied as Karen turned her attention back to the full-length mirror in our bedroom. She tugged at the hem of the red dress she had just bought. It was a couple of inches shorter than she would normally wear and ended well above her knees. I should explain that it had been bough...

This is a poem 'bout Nate   and a dirty slut named Kate.  How neither of them could wait for a Sweet Valentine's date.   Nate worked at the auto-mart 'cause he wasn't very smart. Kate's legs were always apart because she's a dirty tart.   When Kate leans on the counter,  the stench of slut surrounds her. After a brief encounter,  Nate thought he’d like to mount her.   He said, “Hi, how are you Kate?  Tonight I’m gonna wor...