The Lucky Leprechaun - Sex Stories

The Lucky Leprechaun

... Johnny started telling me the same things he told me over the phone. I told him to skip over that part and tell me if he really loves her. Johnny replied, "She's the most beautiful woman I've ever met. So pure and magical. I dream about her every night, and think about her every day."

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Chapter 2 - An Old Friend

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"Hey, Michael!" came an unseen voice.

"Rory! I haven't seen ye face-to-face in donkey's years. Thanks for coming, old friend! This here's me son, John."

"Pleased to meet ye, John."

"Rory used to have the same flaming red hair as yer mother, Johnny, but as you can see, his ginger is fading away with age."

"I heard about yer cancer, Michael. I'm keeping ye in my prayers every night."

Life isn't all unicorns and rainbows. Last fall, I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The doctors said with aggressive treatments, I might last 12 months. I could extend the time if I gave up alcohol, but I told the doctor an Irishman would never consider such a preposterous thing.

"Thank ye, Rory."

"One more thing, Michael. I'm good with that thing we talked about yesterday on the phone. Just let me know when."

"Appreciate it, Rory. You're a good friend. Go see Millie at the bar and tell her whatever ye want is on me."

Rory nodded, then went toward the crowded bar, looking for an opening.

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Chapter 3 - Finding Someone to Love

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"Johnny, let me tell ye how I met your mother. It was the fall of 1991. ...

... Orla was a graduate student at Boston University and came to Ireland to work on her thesis about the Irish Rebellion of 1798 against the Crown. The Rebellion was inspired by the success of the American and French Revolutions. I was living in County Wexford at the time and several important Rebellion sites are located there. I was also giving tours of the castles to the tourists, and that's when I first saw her."

"Your mom was something back then with her flaming red hair. Every time Orla walked, or even turned her head, her hair would move with her, bouncing and shimmering. She had such incredible clear brown eyes. If ye looked into them ye could see her fiery passion for life. And her eyes weren't even the best part of her face. Her smile was amazing, able to light up a room and melt hearts, and it was matched by a personality that made everyone want to be near her."

"One of the places she wanted to see was the battlefield at Oulart Hill so I drove her there. That's where a mob of Irish patriots ambushed a column of British regular troops and won the first battle of the Rebellion. That got the Crown shaking in their boots."

"After walking over the battlefield, we lay down in the grass. She was perpendicular to me, writing notes in her journal, with her head resting on my stomach. But I didn't mind, as it gave me a perfect profile view of her beautiful face. When she finished writing, we talked about life in Ireland. She told me her family had lived in County Down in ...