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Cliff Hatton
Guest
There follows an extract from the book I keep meaning to (try and..) get published.
Ladies and Gentlemen, for your delight....
SAMANTHA
?Oh , come on , take me fishing!?
Samantha said to me
But as much as I?d have liked to
Her way distracted me?
Now at that time each waking hour
Was spent at Willow lake
In search of bronze leviathans
..a girl I couldn?t take!
No doubt she?d start complaining
About the wind and cold
About the smelly maggots
She knew she?d have to hold?
And so throughout the summer
Her demands were kept at bay
I?d managed thirteen doubles
Without women in the way!
But come the snows of winter ?
(A time not of my liking)
I?d often hear her whimper
?Oh , come on , take me piking!?
Well , what?s a lad supposed to do?
With her I couldn?t reason
So I promised Sammy faithfully
I?d take her out next season?
By the sixteenth day of a blazing June
The girl had somehow changed
Curiously fuller and differently arranged
I must confess I liked it and decided to combine
Those deep primeval yearnings
With that sacred sport of mine?.
I bought myself a Brolly-Camp
(?Samantha ? it gets jolly damp?)
and invited my intended to a session
She readily agreed ? indeed , she took the lead?
Well at least she seemed to give off that impression?..
That evening was perfection!
She studied my erection ?
It?s rigid , ribbed , distinctly bulbous form
She marvelled at its? size
With disbelieving eyes
What fun she?d have before the break of dawn!
Laughing like a jackal
She took hold of my tackle
And waved it?s length to test it?s steely action
Declaring it a ?stiffy?, she crawled into the bivvy
For a night of piscatorial satisfaction!
Cliff Hatton 1999.
Ladies and Gentlemen, for your delight....
SAMANTHA
?Oh , come on , take me fishing!?
Samantha said to me
But as much as I?d have liked to
Her way distracted me?
Now at that time each waking hour
Was spent at Willow lake
In search of bronze leviathans
..a girl I couldn?t take!
No doubt she?d start complaining
About the wind and cold
About the smelly maggots
She knew she?d have to hold?
And so throughout the summer
Her demands were kept at bay
I?d managed thirteen doubles
Without women in the way!
But come the snows of winter ?
(A time not of my liking)
I?d often hear her whimper
?Oh , come on , take me piking!?
Well , what?s a lad supposed to do?
With her I couldn?t reason
So I promised Sammy faithfully
I?d take her out next season?
By the sixteenth day of a blazing June
The girl had somehow changed
Curiously fuller and differently arranged
I must confess I liked it and decided to combine
Those deep primeval yearnings
With that sacred sport of mine?.
I bought myself a Brolly-Camp
(?Samantha ? it gets jolly damp?)
and invited my intended to a session
She readily agreed ? indeed , she took the lead?
Well at least she seemed to give off that impression?..
That evening was perfection!
She studied my erection ?
It?s rigid , ribbed , distinctly bulbous form
She marvelled at its? size
With disbelieving eyes
What fun she?d have before the break of dawn!
Laughing like a jackal
She took hold of my tackle
And waved it?s length to test it?s steely action
Declaring it a ?stiffy?, she crawled into the bivvy
For a night of piscatorial satisfaction!
Cliff Hatton 1999.