Author's note: This is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed in this story are not real people. Any similarity between characters and organizations and real people is purely coincidental. I welcome criticism. The LW group is a tough crowd. That's okay. But in the past, some have criticized my stories, citing the excessive length and level of detail pr...
Chapter 31 Michael the Millionaire Michael lived a simple life, but winning that much money would make anyone want to go shopping and buy things that he did not need and could do without and he was no different. Now, that he learned how much the jackpot amount that he had won and, now, that he decided to keep the lottery ticket and cash it in, he, suddenly,...
The Dream Continues Back in our hotel room you are nervous, pacing the floor, looking around the room, knowing you will soon be fucking Steve on this bed, this couch, that chair, fuck, this floor, you shiver with anticipation, a sensuous fantasy is about to come true and possibly even better than you ever imagined. Steve had often alluded to being "big" but...
The Transylvania Coffee shop in the mall. Phil wore a nineteen-eighty-nine Batman t-shirt on the first day of work. He got Vicky, his girlfriend, a job there too. She would come in later, about five. They were twenty; both started dating when sophomores in a south Florida high school down the street from their apartment. Phil greeted his manager at the caf...
The Plough and the Stars © 2018 1r1shman101 Note to Readers: This is one where you're really better off reading Part 1: The Studio first. Much of what happens here doesn't make real sense without it. Plus, you'll be missing a really good hand job. ***** "See, the, thing is," Tess says, "Irish girls are Goddesses of the hand job." We're sitting, me,...
I was out on the piss with my sister and her friends one night in October. I hadn't had such an exciting life, the nerdy girl at school, never had a boyfriend before, never really had the time in between college and work, it had never really bothered me, you don't miss what you don't know. I was on my second Vodka and coke when he walked in. I was 21, and I...
In the previous stories about Mark and Eileen we learned how they both had a rubber boot fetish but were reticent to admit and would often accuse the other of having such. This story occurs some 30 years prior when they first met while doing graduate study at the University of Cork in Ireland. Please note that all of the characters at all time were over the...
It had started with Irish coffee, but between the kisses and stolen touches, by the end of the movie we were drinking it straight. You kissed me again and then used the remote to rewind the film and snap off the television. I could see your hard-on beneath your boxers, and I wanted you. I picked up the bottle and a cup and sauntered to the bedroom, wiggling...
For those who came in late: Blue Gill a computer programmer from Wisconsin, is looking after a castle in Ireland for her former lover Brendan McPherson. She is fascinated by a painting she sees of ancient Irish King and warrior Cuchulainen. She is feeling rather lonely all by herself in the castle when suddenly there is a knock at the door. It is a rather d...
So that was Ballyshanasy Castle. To “Blue” it looked like it was growing out of the craggy cliffs that overlooked the sea on the Dingle Peninsular, grey-brown in the mist. It was what the Irish called a “soft” day. The incessant light and shade play of the showers coming in from across the vast Atlantic, had given way to a pearlescent mist that made the sce...