The Lucky Leprechaun - Sex Stories

The Lucky Leprechaun

... away. Instead, she extended her tongue and I watched as it began a sensuous rotation over her rose-colored lips as she cleaned everything away.

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Chapter 4 - Searching For a Love Lost

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"Dad! Are you alright?"

I was jolted back to the pub and once again looked at the white foam inside my glass. I stealthily reached my left hand under the table to adjust my erection. And my memories hadn't even gotten to the part where Orla and I had intercourse in the sweet green grass and warm sunshine atop Oulart Hill.

"Just remembering the good times, Johnny. That's what older people do. Now, where was I? Oh yes. I fell in love with Orla right away, and she quickly took to my Irish charms. We spent five wonderful days together, looking at historic sites and enjoying the Irish countryside. I discovered that she also liked the poetry of William Butler Yeats, and we took turns reciting our favorite poems from memory, and laughing at every misquote as we tried to remember his more obscure works."

"But it couldn't last, because Orla needed to return to Boston. We parted, thinking that was the end of it. After she left, I missed her so badly. There was no Internet back then, no cell phones, and no social media. She was completely gone. I finally came to me senses and decided to go look for her. I applied for an immigration visa, but the United States immigration laws were tough back then, making a visa damned near impossible to get. Frustrated, I bought ...

... an airline ticket and decided to fly to Boston and take me chances. I got stopped at the airport and immediately put back on a plane to Ireland. After that, I saved up some money and applied for an Irish passport. I finally received my passport near the middle of February, then flew to Boston to look for Orla."

"I knew Orla was a student at BU, but I had no idea where she lived or how to find her. I hung out on campus every day, hoping to spot her, but there were thousands of students passing by. I was frugal, but spent down nearly all my savings, and barely had enough left for a plane ticket back to Ireland. I hadn't eaten in two days, so I came here to the Lucky Leprechaun pub and ordered a big meal along with a couple of pints. I had no way to pay for it, so after eating, I tried to sneak out the front door. Just as I touched the door, a powerful hand grabbed me by the collar and pulled me back. Let me tell ye, when ye get horse-collared, it draws your attention mighty quick."

"The powerful mitt belonged to Big Sean, the owner of the pub. I had no defense. I was trying to cheat him out of a meal. I was scared and expected him to rough me up and dump me out in the back alley with a black eye and a broken nose. But instead, he sat me down, and as he listened to my story something stirred in his heart. He offered me a job cleaning up the place at night, let me eat whatever food was left over in the kitchen that day, and let me sleep on a cot in the back. Most of my work ...