Sex and the Confession Box (16 page)

No one bothered to mention, not one of those God fearing priest's or the Bishop happened to mention that he, left the priesthood, applied for a dispensation from the pope. No they didn’t bring that up, perhaps that might of helped him understand make sense of it any of it. It would help him find out who he was and it would help him find Eileen before there was nothing of her to find. He opened the blue box all cushioned inside and rolled its contents around in his palm,he held it up to the sunlight that was sleeping in to the room. It was beautiful truly equisite. The jeweller and his daughter had come shortly after the campaign of priest’s had left. They took with them the ring all wrapped from that day and his receipt.Engagaed, engagement ring rang around and around his mind. The jeweller was old had it not been for his daughter with him he wouldn’t have taken anything he said seriously. They seemed confused also, when we saw your picture in our local paper we knew it was you, we haven’t had any other customers who spent so much. We would have come sooner only we were confused as it said you were a priest they explained, well  on the day you came into our store you said you wanted an engagement ring and you picked this out and asked us to hold it for you. We kept it for you father or sir. Kept it safe. The girl couldn’t contain herself but had to ask. So are you a priest? Why did you buy this ring? Longing for an explanation to this whole mystery. I don’t know, he said clutching it tighter in his palm, I don’t know quietly almost under his breath. But I’m going to find out, I’m going to I’m going to find my truth. My story.

Eileen’s Christmas

I arrived a little late at the  Edinburgh airport clambered into a cab,Hi! could you tale me to “The Glasshouse Hotel” please I said to cabby? No problem love.It was the twenty first of December and a little sheet of a dusting of snow lay across the streets of Edinburgh. It was my first time here and I was looking forward to the night ahead. I checked my blackberry to see if he’d be meeting me at the hotel but no reply yet. I was wearing my favourite jeans, sexy black leather and a lace black and gold blouse with a deep velvet rich coloured scarf coupled with my heavy wrap cashmere coat .First time in Edinburgh the wee cabby asked, yes it is. Oh you’ll love it and there’s a great sales on,Oh! Thank you, doing last bits of shopping ?Yeah and enjoying a well-earned get away. Your accent where are you from? Ireland ,sound Australian, I know I get that a lot don’t know why, lived in Northern Ireland my whole life. The markets are great this year, thank you. He was a nice man chatty and friendly not too noisy I think some cabbies are terrible noisy or maybe I’m just too cagey! Pulled up outside “The Glasshouse Hotel” I see why they call it the glasshouse hotel I said. It’s one of Edinburgh’s finest you’ll love it.Thank you I gave him £10.00 being Christmas and all. The hotel was stunning, all outside of it was glass the whole top half of it at least. I walked  up the steps to the hotel as the cool Scottish air whirled around me I felt a chill of excitment.The lobby was open and warm as I walked confidently to the reception desk I spoke to the man behind the counter. Good afternoon madam may I help you he asked, yes hello my husband left a key for me at the front desk he’s already booked in ,I’m a little late. The name madam ”Butler Mr Crawford Butler” yes madam here it is along with this note, he handed me a small brown envelope and asked would I like help with my bags ,no thank you I explained I just had an overnight bag. Enjoy your stay Mrs Butler. Thank you. I took the lift to the top floor room number 23 I slid the key card into the door and slipped on the lights, wow it was stunning .In the middle of the room was a huge king size bed covered in satin and lace chocolate sheets  and sprayed with hundreds of rose petals behind the bed was a landing with steps that lead up to massive  windows looking out onto all of Edinburgh with beautiful flowers and ornate pictures it was one of the most beautiful rooms I’d been in there by the windows on the desk in an ice bucket were two bottles of champagne by two glasses and chocolate strawberries’. I ran into the bathroom to check out the freebies, you know the hotel soaps and shower  gels. It was like something out of Country house and homes, enormous big elaborate victorian bathtub right in the centre of the room beautifully tiled in pretty coffee gold coloured tiles, the robes were so full and fluffy and too big to fit into my bags  it was bliss.

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remembered my envelope with my key card and a little note. Opening it, it read Hey sorry seems we are both running late, enjoy the champagne don’t wait for me to open it ,I’ve booked us a table to eat at “Tiger Lilies Hotel “for seven thirty but I will be back by then,miss you see you soon. I slipped of my coat and placed my bag on the bed and looked out over Edinburgh watching all the people come and go it was so pretty really like a picture postcard. I couldn’t wait to see the city, I turned and opened the yummy champagne, he didn’t need to tell me twice, he always choose this brand and it in itself cost £250,mad but wow! I popped the cork and quickly drew my mouth to the top before the bubbles had a chance to escape I caught them in my lips. Heaven Poured out, these glasses they are that tiny champagne flutes only two mouthfuls in them so I pour two out at once. I drew back my head and savoured the taste of luxury of freedom of success. I pulled of my long black leather boots and took of my jeans and lace blouse and snuggled into the warm fluffy hotel robe and sat by the glorious window and drank my champagne. Anyone looking in at the scene indeed even the hotel receptionist would see nothing wrong with it, but there was I was wrong.

Wasn’t the Mrs Butler I was Eileen O Neil originally from Ardoyne Belfast and spending the night with her multi-millionaire sugar daddy. Yeah I’d went up the ladder so to speak but not before I fell hard. I still sold myself ,sex my company I still had a price and with Crawford it was high I’d get £5,000 for tonight  some of that a Christmas present and we hadn’t met in a while. He was loaded owned so many businesses mainly engineering welding companies that build the likes of train station’s ,he even owned his own small airport had his own private planes and even sold one of his collector helicopters, a Russian one to be used in a “ Mission Impossible Movie”. Sounds like something from a dream, a book but true. We got on really well and I did like him an awful lot he was a total gentleman. He’d been to Eaton of course worked mostly abroad in Dubai and Singapore. He was sixty just turned tall man six foot two good looking had a little work done, chiselled like a English Liam Neelson. On his third marriage, obviously that wasn’t going well who I was to judge or question. He keep me  from having to do more than one day a week now for Doreen and I got to get away to these kind of  places and pretend I belonged and with our little arrangement I made more money and  I could relax and enjoy more time with James .I’d build up a few special clients it was bearable and I got to go to places like this. The champagne slipped down to easy now and I dusted of the bottle no real effect anymore. I opened the second one, fuck him he’s late though I was glad, if he never came. The room was paid for, money was in my account, he’d preferred transfers ,didn’t like to hand me handfuls of cash, made it all so cheap. Another one in denial. POP ,the bottle went and I poured another glass, another bottle. Wine didn’t really have an effect on myself anymore, it had lost its edge, the numbness couldn’t be softened by anything other than her sons tiny embrace or petting for dogs. Home but was she truly with them? Drugs no she wouldn’t do it, bad enough. Stick to the drug of shopping and alcohol just have to get into the hard struff, Vodka Whiskey that’s bound to rub off her invisible black chalked outline. Text came through, be with you in ten minutes darling the text said.Shit she jumped up and ran into the bathroom grabbing her bag as she did and washed her bum and bit’s and then brushed her teeth and tongue. She changed into his Christmas present and poured out a glass for him and another refill for herself. Put on some music and lay seductively across the bed, in a sexy position as if she’d been there holding it for hours, just waiting, just for him. The door opened and in he came. All flushed with the cold but very  handsome. Now there’s a sight that would warm anyone up on a cold night like this, he said with his arms outstretched .

Wearing a sexy
Santa teddy with nickers to match all with white fur trim and red fishnet stockings and not forgetting the sexy Santa hat to top of the act. He reached down as she reached up and took from underneath her his Santa trunks. Crawford burst out laughing for me, yes of course now slip those on as they kissed gently on the lips full eye contact, outside to anyone a perfect lovers scene, to perfect. He lifted his glass and went in to freshen up while he talked loudly about what had kept him so late. That’s what I do,women like me do, we set scenes, playact from sideshows to theatre we fulfil that roll but its, just all so temporary and you and the guys all have to take all their costumes when the role is complete and resume life. He came back in and looked daft but very fit, for a man of his age he’d had a very good body a kind of  old Sean Connery going on, they both came together kneeing on the bed and clicked glasses “Merry Christmas “he said “Merry Christmas “ I said back and we drank a sip of champagne.He then took my glass and his and sat them on the floor, gently with such care and lust he reached up and began to slip of my santa g-sting and brought it slowly over my thighs and down to my toes and brought them up to his face and smelt them, then looking straight into my eyes so seductively opened my thighs wide and stared down at my shaven pussy and laughed out loud. An extra Christmas present for you.I,d used sequins on my pussy and wrote his name with them. He dived straight in and began to lick and suck so hard like a starved man sucking up noodles that was the type of noises he made, sometimes it was easier to be distracted by this that to think about what was happening, He then reached up and kissed me full on the mouth,with all my  juices all around his face and tongue,taste yourself imagine its another girl.

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ck his face furiously panting like a bitch in heat. He then stopped and fondled my breasts and un laced the teddy and grasped a breast firmly with his right hand and began nibbling my nipples while finger fucking me with two fingers,thankfully even now after all the fucking I still had a tight  vagina and three fingers or really big cocks was still uncomfortable and often painful for me. I put it down to Pilates ladies keeps the pussies tight! I began to come, no not really but I wanted it over I was starving, you see he was very small and impotent and couldn’t take Viagra due to his health so his getting off was getting me of like this. Perfect! I exploded, writhing and grabbing the bed cover heaving and panting and lot of thank you’s. I found they loved it when you took their faces in their hands and so sincerely say, thank you, god that was amazing. Great for their for anyone’s ego and we all need our egos stroked, especially if you’ve a small penis, worse one that doesn’t work. Tragic. We lay together for a bit and I offered to give him a sensual massage which I am very good at. Later darling lets go out and party I’m in the mood to just let go.

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wonderful to me I’ll shower he said. Poured himself another glass and tipped me of. Maybe it was the fake orgasm but the champagne was finally starting to do what it should. He was but ten minutes and I went in after him and changed into a very classy black,of course, evening gown. Halter neck showed of my 32dds beauitfully, satin with a net like material over the top with a hint of gold flecks through it. It was made by “Plein Stud “and I loved it. My my my he said. I must say you look amazing as he slipped on my winter coat we both braced ourselves for the Scottish winter winds and walked towards the restaurant arm in arm.With the crispness of the frost ground cracking under my boots, all the Christmas lights and decorations and the smell of all the mixtures of foods form the Christmas market. I was me Eileen. I felt that rush of excitement of Christmas come over me, it’s my favourite time of the year I even married that ass hole on Christmas Eve, now thankfully divorced all clean and done. Free from that cage at least.

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all overtook me, peoples merry Christmases as we passed the whole atmosphere, over whelmed my facade and I felt that little heartbeat of my childhood, those dreams, me peeking out through the coat to let herself enjoy this moment now. We arrived at the restaurant in “Tiger Lilies Hotel “it was striking and full with office Christmas parties but we went to a quieter more romantic part of the restaurant  Crawford had already our wine on hold, which they brought over right away. He also always pre ordered our cocktails We clinked glasses again and sipped our cocktails as the waiter in his class Scottish accent told us the specials. I ordered the Christmas meal can’t beat a bit of posh turkey and they made it sound so delicious I was salivating. Crawford did same. The wee waiter was very friendly and we both were chatting away about all the party revellers and just casually  he dropped a bomb shell without even knowing. He said good news they got those three scumbags in Belfast, arrested them today, I looked at him Crawford did to but not with the same questioning or curiosity! Sorry what three guys I haven’t seen the news today been traveling I said, mainly drinking. The ones that shot that poor wee Catholic priest in Derry, that’s where your from he said looking and nodding to me, your accent aren’t you from Northern Ireland. Yes I said looking down and all around me, Crawford piped in how did they find them? Their own mother handed them in would you believe the three of them were brothers and born into a mixed marriage their father had been a catholic and their ma a protestant and he’d left them so they began hating all Catholic’s. Get what they deserve they will and that wee priest will get some peace. He began to walk away with our orders and something inside me screamed in my head no wait stop this means something.