1. The Lucky Leprechaun


    Date: 11/17/2023, Categories: Mature Author: byJorunn, Source: Literotica 

    ... table. And like all the other times, it was much too clear, and much too real, to just be a memory."

"Ye do know that when ye talk about her, her spirit crosses through the veil to visit ye. It's almost the Spring Solstice, and the veil between her world and ours is thin."

"Orla brought the memory of that night we went to the U2 concert on Saint Patty's Day in 1992, and I asked her to marry me. It was just after closing time, like now. We were alone, and had sex right here on this table."

"Ye wants to be with her again. Don't ye?"

I nodded. Millie slipped her feet out from her shoes, then pulled down her leggings, freeing up both legs. She hopped up onto the table and used her hands to hold her legs apart. My eyes were drawn to her wild untamed hairy mound. Except for the slightly different color, it reminded me so much of Orla's. Glancing up, our eyes met, and Millie winked.

"Let your spirit meet hers. Be with her again," she whispered.

I unbelted my trousers and dropped them to the floor. Moving in closer, Millie grasped my erect cock and guided me against the warmth of her pussy lips, then rubbed the head up and down her slit. The flashing Shamrock lights lit up Millie like a strobe, just as they had done so long ago with Orla. As they flashed, I blinked and saw that Millie's face had been replaced by Orla's. I blinked again, and the face was once again Millie's.

The lights flashed once more, revealing Orla's face. I closed my eyes, then pushed my cock ...
    ... forward, driving into her soft wet flesh. I began pumping in and out. Inside me, I felt my spirit escape from my heart and cross the veil. I was back with Orla, and it was St. Patrick's Day, 1992.

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THE POV CHANGES HERE TO MILLIE

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Chapter 8 - A Strange Noise

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Michael's spirit returned to me and we got dressed. It had been a good day at the bar, and tomorrow, being St. Patrick's Day would be even better. I looked at the clock. 1:30 AM. I suppose that means it already is Saint Patty's Day. I led Michael upstairs to our bedroom, helped him undress, and put him to bed. After the Guinness and his visit to Orla, he fell fast asleep.

As I got ready for bed I heard a noise coming from the pub downstairs. Someone was trying to rob us! I doubted they could open our safe, and they must not know that most of the money we took in tonight is sitting as electrons in some kind of a cloud, not that it's any safer there. I picked up Michael's shillelagh and tiptoed quietly down the stairs. There was a tinkle of glass from behind the counter, so I raised the shillelagh and moved toward it.

Spotting a shadowy figure, I brought the Shillelagh down on its head and was rewarded with a solid 'Thunk'. The figure fell straight forward and was laid out flat on the floor. "Got ye, ye bastard!"

Flipping on the lights, I saw a small figure dressed in green sprawled out on the floor. He had bright ...
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