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F'n Irish  

fantasyfalls 53F
15 posts
6/20/2021 6:46 pm
F'n Irish


In honor of St. Patrick’s Day I had a date with an Irishman. Reddish hair, blue eyes and a last name that started with Mc, how fitting I thought smugly.
Inviting him right my home was the second part of my ingenious plan. I wouldn’t have drive anywhere and I’d have the comfort of my own surroundings – the trade off was I would be cooking our dinner, and I’d need clean my house. I woke early Friday morning and began rushing about with my vacuum sucking up all those damn Asian Beetles that have invaded my space. I know it needed doing anyway but being the stubborn woman that I am I tend finish projects at my own pace = rare2never.
Since I’m not familiar with what you are supposed cook on St. Patty’s I went with an easy Italian standby, lasagna. I like it because it can be prepared ahead of time and then baked when the date is actually en route (I don’t care how many jokes have been told about women always being late, men are just as guilty!) In holiday spirit I prepared the traditional Irish dessert – lime green Jello.
With the food under control I moved on to the cleaning and<b> shaving </font></b>part of the predate ritual. Earlier while grocery shopping I had purchased a package of temporary Irish themed tattoos and with very little effort a lovely trail of tiny shamrocks cascaded down my cleavage. I also strategically placed an inch high Leprechaun just below my panty line and just above the pot of…
He arrived over an hour late and bearing no gifts but his smile. The conversation was interesting and the food good enough he had servings, yet everything was quite bland. I was in a Monte Python movie fest and we moved my couch enjoy it together. It took about 15 seconds for him to follow the shamrock trail, and I readjusted so I could still view the television. We kissed with passion as hot as the dribbles of ice cream out of the bottom of a ’s cone.
I took him to my bed and hoped he’d kiss his way around the shamrock trail until he found the Leprechaun. He got lost on the trail. Seems he was more of a mountain climber than a spelunker. After he planted his flag he fell asleep in the middle of my bed. I got up and went to the extra bedroom and attempted to sleep on the futon. In the morning after he’d slept in I made him bacon and eggs. Damn ingrained sense of being a gracious host. Hmm, meals, giant breasts and a queen sized bed himself and he didn’t worry about putting out any effort toward my happiness… is THAT what they mean by – the luck of the Irish?!?

foz19504 69M
1657 posts
6/21/2021 4:49 am

That was not luck of the Irish. As a Irish man whose last name starts with Mc I would love to follow your trail to the pot of .... Maybe someday.


Manfromthestix69 41M

6/21/2021 12:32 pm

You can't stop spelunking till your damp and wet. Spelunking101


johninmoorhead 62M

6/24/2021 12:29 pm

You were very kind to him and he didn't deserve it!


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