Sumthin* fishy by Terry Reilly 100 Word Story writing prompt entry |
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.![]() Jeremy hadn't caught a fish all morning. He was packing up when the vicar arrived and sat next to him on the river bank.
One hour later the vicar's keep net was bulging.
"Is it divine intervention?" asked Jeremy, astonished.
The vicar chuckled. "Nothing like that. Go home and rub your hand between your wife's legs then mix it through the bait. The fish love the smell."
So Jeremy went home. His wife, June, was standing at the kitchen range. He slipped his hand between her legs and started to rub.
"Hello, vicar," giggled June. "Are you going fishing again?"
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