Kita – Chapter 55 – Appearance – Part 2

She stumbled before the lion and sadly I took her down.

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This salon job groomed me for my current position at the restaurant in Rittenhouse. I realize I had to do this job to transition to where I am now.

It’s so good, but let me get to that in a minute.

All of the wonderful young people who I’ve had the honor to work with has been amazing.

No more do I get up at 6 in the morning to go sit in a cubicle to work for a bunch of loser assholes. No more do I go to 3 meetings a week to waste my time and not be out selling. No more do I have to look for a better job on LinkedIn which is an absolute waste of time and is just a corporate Facebook. No more of any of that. I simply go to work, bring the charm and the sales management ability and go home.

Done.

Do I work more hours? Fuck yea, but I like what I do now. Great salary, free food and TIPS! I’m amazed!

I love it!

As much fun as I’ve had here at the salon. If I could find a way to get the fuck out of here forever, I would. (And I will, but for now it’s $200 in easy money.)

I made that in tips at the restaurant today so I’m not long for the salon.

It’s weird that the whole tanning salon mantra is going through my mind right now. But it is what it is. This is happening, and I want it to end. I had high hopes, it went nowhere, kind of like where Achilles is going, but I can no longer ride that dead-end with him as he collects money in a dying industry.

Amelia says she hates everyone that comes in here. Tanning is for a certain crowd and you know what? They’re all shitty people for the most part. I get the whole… I don’t want to be whiter than my wedding dress, and I’m going to Mexico, and I don’t want to burn to a crisp, but the regular tanners… fuck you.

You’re all losers.

They think Eileen is coming back this year. Ha! I’ve been in touch with her and I’m trying to get her a better job at Square 1682!

It’s over, and I’m just here transitioning and collecting my $200 a month because I have nothing better to do on a Sunday.

All of this is running through my head instead of the thing that should be there.

 

I had sex with Kita on two occasions at this very site.

 

She’s 22 years old.

WTF? How did this happen?

I know how this happened.

You have a naive young girl who’s obsessed with tanning. (Addiction and body issues) I work at a tanning salon. I’m nice and a dad. I listen and offer advice. I’m good at getting back to her on an ongoing basis to help her after a barrage of texts about a foolish boy she’s seeing. I give her gifts. I give her pepper spray to protect herself. I give her snacks. I take her out to a nice dinner. I take her to lunch. I show her how a boy should treat a girl.

Every boy in her life is a fail. Her dad is unavailable. Why did he even adopt these two Asian girls???

 

I’m patient and present.

I’m of course attracted to her based on my history.

I’m good to her.

She stumbled before the lion and sadly I took her down.

 

The buzzer goes off for sunbed 3, and I know Kita is finished her session.

 

Kita comes out and approaches the counter.

She smiles.

I smile.

“I’ve missed you, Charles.”

“I’ve missed you too, Kita.”

“Charles can we set up a date somewhere we can catch up and talk?”

“Of course. I’ll text you and we’ll coordinate our schedule to make that happen.”

“Thanks so much. We have a lot to discuss.”

“Really?”

“No. All good. Text me.”

“Okay dear. We’ll work it out.

“Good. I look forward to that.

She smiles and turns. I watch her pad out of the salon like a kitten. I quietly walk to the hallway and watch her as she goes down the stairs.

Those lovely legs.

I’m happy that Kita’s returned to me. My heart sings. I’m so happy to see her.

I’m also thinking about a bunch of her shitty life drama, but we’ll have to get to the hard cold, fact that we had sex.

Oh, and I will ease myself into that conversation…

I need to set up a little date to catch up.

God, she’s beautiful.

 

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Sun Stories – Just Another Sunday at the Salon…

Cherie is a wonderful woman but sadly has failed me on so many levels I have decided to compartmentalized my life.

Despite everything else that’s been going on, I was still  focused on my last (and probably final) encounter with Kita.

I thought back on our relationship all the while dating Cherie and cheating on her with other women.

Was Kita just another notch in the bedpost that was my life now?

No. She’s a sweet girl I really like and want to help.

But who am I kidding? As nice and as charming and as moral as I am, I’m just the best shark wrapped in wolf’s clothing dressed as a lamb.

What have I done?

I really liked little Kita. I guided her as best I could with all of the knowledge and wisdom about dating and relationships.

She would blow up my phone on my day off about her problems with her silly boyfriends. I was there for her. I got her pepper spray. Snacks, knowing she’d be in to enjoy them. Lunches. Dinner dates. Treats to send her off with at Christmas break.

I did everything a good boyfriend should do for his girl. But she wasn’t my girlfriend.

I did these things because I fell in love with her. A 22-year-old girl.

Her dad is busy and is never around. Her mom put her on antidepressants to deal with her. She’s obsessed with tanning.

This is damaged girl.

I just wanted to help her navigate her life because she had no experience in the ways of romance.

But in doing so. I made her mine.

Sure, when I laid eyes on her I was immediately attracted to this cute, fit little Asian beauty, but that was nothing more than the passing phicklephilly lust. I never saw all of the gifts and dates we experienced. Not in a million years.

Or did I?

Is this what I do now?

I’ve always been attracted to younger women my whole life. Is this how I do it now? I protect, shelter, counsel and then covet these young girls?

Now I don’t know.

If you read the entire Kita series I think you can see a real interest and care for my subject. But rather quickly once she awakens from her folly she submits to me. I never elude to it or ask for it. I never had to in my life. I’ve always been disgusted by men trying to get sex from women in their life. It’s always seemed so clumsy to me.

Every time I’ve ever been intimate with a woman it’s always been relinquished to me without request. I think that’s how it should always be.

It’s her choice.

She decides she wants you.

You can never take her or press her no matter how much you want to. If you’re a good man, she’ll yield to you.

Kita came to me.

She came here drunk and ready to play.

I feel something about that, but it isn’t guilt or sorrow. It was an exciting act of celebration and retribution for us both. She the broken toy with the lost boyfriend, and shitty current boyfriend, and me the sheer joy of the ease at which I was able to close this sweet young client.

Cherie is a wonderful woman but sadly has failed me on so many levels I’ve decided to compartmentalized my life.

I just never thought I’d fall this far.

I was so in love with Cherie. Our love was so sweet. She was always so horny, which was fun. I’d never met a woman who was so well-connected to her raw sexuality.

Truly a queen.

But here I am doing my job and wondering after what happened between Kita and me if I will ever see her again.

As much as I’ve been a mentor to her, I have to admit all I’ve wanted to do was to split her like a ripe melon and fuck her back to China.

See if you know anyone that has the balls to say that?

I can’t lie in my blog. I’ve got readers counting on me to be honest.

It happened. I did it to her.

How is she?

Did I mess her up?

I can’t live with that. Too much anxiety.  I never want to hurt a girl. I couldn’t live with myself.

If Achilles finds out I’ll probably be fired.

Rule 3… You’re available but not available.

I’m losing my shit.

What did I do to this girl?

I was her mentor on every level and then I fucked her on the utility sink of the salon.

I don’t know what to do.

Will she just stop coming here and cancel her membership?

Fuck.

I can’t think about this but I can’t help it.

I love Kita.

That blonde, tanned, fit little 22-year-old naive Asian girl who is super hot and dumb that you just slammed on the back sink of the tanning salon.

I feel awful, but exhilarated.

I put in a lot of time with her. all of the hours of counseling. the endless texts. It was so annoying. Was it wrong for me to extract my fee?

No. She offered herself willingly.

But still.

 

I sweep and mop the salon, and punch out.

This fucking place.

I no longer like it, or Achilles.  But it groomed me to be great at my new job as manager at the restaurant in Rittenhouse.

I lock the door and head down the steps. I card lock the outside door and head West on Walnut street.

I’m tired of working here. This whole relationship with Achilles went nowhere. Which I have learned is how all of his relationships go. Even the one with his girlfriend.

I walk South on 16th, Starbucks and a healthy alternative restaurant that will be out of business in 6 months because their rent is to high and their covers are too light.

I need to quit smoking.

I hate smoking.

The dirty smoke, ashes, paper, glue, carbon monoxide, all of that and $10 bucks a pack need to go away.

 

I’m puffing my celebratory smoke as I walk past the Italian restaurant where I had my final dinner with Annabelle before we saw the worst show ever and then she later dumped me.

I feel nothing now for Annabelle. She is just a series of blog posts that tell my story with her.

 

I approach my place in Rittenhouse  and I pause.

I stand on the steps of my walk up and think about my life for a moment.

I’m surrounded by good people and family.

My health is fine.

I’m killing it in my work life. (And for once I actually like what I do!)

I’m loved and I truly love.

I have things to look forward to.

 

My Magic 5!

 

I’m good. we’ve come a long way.

Like I always do if Lorelei isn’t home, I’m going to sit in my chair in the living room and watch Mr. Robot on the 50 inch.

Life is good.

I’m at peace an I don’t have to be in work until 5pm tomorrow.

 

I’m actually dozing when I get the text.

 

“Hey, how are you? WE should meet up!”

Kita xo

 

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My Experience at an Asian Massage Parlor

Here’s a story one of my followers sent me…

Thank you Joe R.

So during the summer of my junior year I was staying in in town over the summer working as a certified nursing assistant and taking a chemistry course through the university. I had joined a gym to get back into shape and maybe lose a couple pounds. It had been awhile since I weight-lifted and anyone who’s been in that boat knows how sore you are after the first couple times getting back on the horse.

While, on my drive to work out, I kept passing a dilapidated white building with a bright red sign reading “Asian Massage” on the outside. I mean, this thing was a glorified shack. The first time I passed by gave me a chuckle. The stereotypical Asian massage parlor with happy endings had long been ingrained in my mind. I had seen plenty of jokes and portrayals of the places in pop culture, but I took them with a grain of salt. Surly most things like that hold some grain of truth, but I was skeptical any but a small fraction actually operated like that. Still….it got me thinking.

I would like to say that my reasoning for my trip there the following week was purely out of rationality. I was really sore and stiff from working out. The parlor was close and probably didn’t charge as much as some of the…..we’ll go with, more established massage businesses in the area. Although, to be truthful with myself, it was mainly out of curiosity. Now, did I go in there expecting anything, not at all. It was surly in the back of my mind, but I thought the stereotype was overblown. There also wasn’t anyway I was going to ask about it. How would one even go about doing something like that? There is also a conception that Asian massages are rougher, which is exactly what I needed for my sore muscles. The expectation was I would get a good massage and at least be able to put some context to the stereotype.

*Disclaimer: When I refer to Asian massage, I simply mean a massage where the techniques are derived from Chinese or Asian culture and not necessarily performed by a person of Asian descent, although that it true a majority of the time.

Back to the story,

I parked my car in one of the two spots they had and gained my composure for a minute. I could feel the butterflies rising in my stomach and felt my heartbeat picking up. I felt as though I was breaking the law or guilty of some misdeed as I did have a girlfriend at the time. I thought for a moment to just leave and get a massage somewhere else, but my damn curiosity wouldn’t let me. I needed to know. So, I entered the dimply lit building.


Complete exaggeration, but might have well been the place with how I felt going in

There was a stairwell that led upstairs and then a door that I presumed was the parlor. I entered the later and was met by a dark room with a counter and couch and several doors jetting out from there. Traditional Chinese decoration covered the walls and music played prominently throughout. I was greeted at the counter by a middle-aged woman with a thick accent.

“Welkom, welkom, do you have an appointment”.

I managed to stammer out a “no”. My eyes were wide with a combination of discomfort and naivety.

She said that was okay and pointed to a chart with different times, prices and what each massage entailed. She started to explain them. I simply choose the half hour option because it was the cheapest. She then led me to a back room that held a massage table and chair with a stereo that played the music. She asked If I ever had a massage before. I hadn’t and she told me to put my clothes there and then get under the sheets. I asked, “all my clothes”? She said yes, then swiftly exited. I could hear her talking to another woman in Chinese.

I started taking off my clothes, throwing them on the chair, but stopped at my boxers. Surly she didn’t mean EVERYTHING, just down to my boxers. Although, I did ask all clothes. Never having a massage before I didn’t know if that was normal. At first it didn’t seem like that would be the case, but you did get under a towel so it wasn’t like you were exposed or anything. I needed to make a decision so I went with the full nude option.

At this point you might be reading and thinking dude, really? Full Nude? You think that was reasonable? To those I say yes, at the time, but thinking about it in hindsight, probably not the norm.

Anywho, I’m settled in and finally breathe a sigh of relaxation just before she returns. I let my head sink into the hole with my body going limp. She enters and immediately begins giggling.

“Oh no silly, too many towels”. She immediately rips them off me! Exposing my naked body on the table.

I shoot up completely nude and for a couple seconds she just stares at me and I back at her. I watch her gaze travel the length of my body as I try to cover up, then she begins laughing again. This time even more.

“It okay, it okay, not all clothes but okay. Here, lie on the table”. I sheepishly jump back on the table and begin to apologize. I was embarrassed to say the least. She took her sweet time placing the smaller towel to cover me then left the room again. I was cursing myself for being so stupid. She left for a moment and outside I could hear her talking and laughing with another employee in Chinese (undoubtedly about me). She returned and started the massage. It started out really nice, with oil and stretching out my limbs and deep tissue massages to my muscles. I was sinking into relaxation and starting to forget about the awkward start.

She asked where I worked and other common conversation mannerisms. The first question she asked though was where I was from. I paused for a moment because I could try to use my origin to explain earlier, implying that it was perhaps different in other cultures. I blurted out Nigeria, the first African country I could think of, and she gave a long, “oohhhh”.

Disclaimer 2: I do not think it is normal cultural practice that Nigerians, or for that fact other African cultures have the practice of getting naked during a massage, but I needed a culture foreign to her and my skin tone funneled me to that answer.

I quickly followed up with, “I moved when I was younger” to account for my lack of accent.

The massage continued without incident until she got on top of the table startling my back and sitting on my butt. I was a little confused because that seemed an outside the bounds of what a normal massage would be and of course in my previse mind ushered in other thoughts of what could be going on.

I wasn’t able to think too much more as a jackhammer plunged into my back. 

My head shot up from the table. I wanted to let out a yell from the pain, but I didn’t want to be rude or seem like a wimp, so I bit my tongue. Another shot came down right on my spine. What the hell was this woman trying to do, paralyze me? I started to think it was punishment for my earlier embarrassment. The pain train went right on trucking as elbows were buried deep into my pressure points. That soon subsided thankfully and I let out a breath. For a few moments I felt relaxed and loose, the beating was a good pain. But no sooner did I relax, then my arm was twisted back. It was pulled into a position I don’t ever think it has gone, nor will again and I kid you not I thought my arm was about to tear or pull out of the socket. She must’ve felt my body convulse because she let up almost immediately. The stretching continued for a little while and then she left the room again. She left the room several times during the massage to talk to what must’ve been another employee because I could hear them. They sounded like they were arguing. I kept thinking it was about me and I hoping it didn’t cut into my half an hour.

She returned and finished the massage with a more relaxing touch, culminating with an abrupt , “all done”. It was a fast half hour and I wanted longer, but It was worth it. She left the room again and I put on my clothes. When I emerged, and approached the front counter she asked how I liked it and I told her very much. It was just what I needed for my sore muscles and it really was. For how unorthodox it seemed, I really felt amazing. While paying she told me next time to come back for an hour and they would do my front. My head shot up from counting my money and she just smiled back. Well hot damn, maybe there was something to these places after all……

Hope you enjoyed and got a laugh steemians. If by some lottery chance this gets 100 upvotes I will share what happened when I returned to this parlor.

 

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How to Charm and Marry an Asian Woman

We can freely say that for many men, women’s mind is like an ancient secret that they just cannot crack. This can be even trickier if you want to seduce a woman that is from another culture. There is no question about it, we are all defined by our communities, and our perspective on different aspects of life is influenced by the culture and people that surround us during your formative years.

Because of this, we are all different, and oftentimes it can be difficult to really get to know someone who is a foreigner. Maybe something that they do, you will find odd and vice versa. However, every now and then, a man meets a woman that intrigues him, and he is ready to do almost anything to charm her in order to spend the rest of his life with her.

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Asian women are known for their delicate beauty, so it comes as no surprise that men all around the world are mesmerized by them. However, seducing them is no easy task. They have certain expectations when it comes to the man that they are going to marry. For some men, flirting might be an impossible task to complete, so if you are one of them, check out love-sites.com where you can find a few tricks that you can use. If you want to ensure that you will be successful in this quest, keep reading this article, because we are going to tell you what you have to do and how you have to act.

First of all, you have to be respectful.  We are not only talking about treating her nicely, but you also have to respect her family, culture, and customs. These things are extremely important to her, and if you come across as ill-mannered, then she is going to lose her interest immediately, and there is nothing you can do to change that.

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Do not try to guess whether she is Japanese, Korean or Chinese. Not only is it rude to play this guessing game, but also she will not find it amusing. Instead, simply ask her where she grew up and let her tell you some stories about her childhood and family. It is completely normal to inquire about this information and she is probably going to ask you the same thing. Just, whatever you do, do not try to guess her ethnicity.

Furthermore, when it comes to family, show her how much you love and appreciate your parents because this is going to tell her a lot about your upbringing. Generally, speaking women love men that have a close relationship with their immediate family, and for Asian girls, this is even more important.

Why? Well, it is common in Asian culture for children to take care of their parents as they grow old. To them, there is nothing more important than family. Because of this, you have to be on your best behavior when you go to meet her parents. If they perceive you as impolite, then chances are that she is going to form the same opinion about you.

Next, when you meet a foreigner, the first thing that probably comes to your mind is to learn some basic phrases in their language. This is great! It shows that you are eager to get to know her, to learn about her language, customs, and so on. A simple phrase like “How are you?” will go a long way.

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However, be careful. Over a thousand languages are spoken in Asia, so you shouldn’t assume what is her native language. If you don’t have this information and thus don’t want to come across as a fool, then a simple “Hi” in English is enough. Later on, you can inquire about the language and ask her to help you learn some phrases because we all know how difficult that can be. Just try not to make any assumptions.

Moreover, if you want to have children in the future, this is definitely something that you can bring up. But maybe not on the first date, the moment you meet. As already discussed, the family is the most important thing in their lives, so it is natural that they want to have one of their own. Keep in mind that they probably come from one-child families, which means that she has never had the experience of growing up with siblings. Due to this, she might want to have more than one kid. If you agree with this, mention it and she is probably going to perceive you as husband material.

In addition, show her that you have a successful career. This might seem wrong, but in reality, it is really important for Asian women, simply because they have grown up in patriarchal communities where the men work and take financial care of their families. They want to know that you are going to care for them and ensure that they have everything they need. They do not want to spend the rest of their lives living from paycheck to paycheck and this is definitely something that they don’t want their children to experience.

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What’s more, demonstrate to her that you have big plans for the future. Women are looking for someone who is serious, who has great plans for his life, both professional and private. Generally, speaking they do not want a man who is going to be satisfied with a mediocre job and who is going to spend every afternoon in front of a TV or online. Talk about your interests, things that you like to do in your free time, skills that you have mastered or countries you have visited.

To sum up, in this article we have given you some guidance when it comes to your behavior if you want to charm an Asian woman. If you have just met, you should definitely take things slow, and give yourself and her the opportunity to see if you want to pursue this relationship further. As you know, connecting with some on a more personal level can take some time, so be patient and see how to thing develop.

 

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Dating Tips – How to Date a Chinese Woman

Being in a relationship with a Chinese woman is completely different from dating one from another culture. Now, you might be wondering, why is that? Well, in the Chinese culture, expectations are extremely higher and it is taken seriously from the beginning. For example, being honest and respectful are some of the things that are highly appreciated

If you have just started dating a Chinese girl or if you might be in a relationship with one soon, you might feel a little bit overwhelmed – mostly because her culture and values might be completely different from yours. And if you are in this situation, this article has you covered. The text below will feature some tips that you should follow when dating a Chinese woman. Let’s take a closer look:

1. Be Daring, But Learn to Listen When Needed

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As previously mentioned, the Chinese culture has different expectations from a man. For example, they expect a man to be the one that will call the woman out on a date. And, if you choose to do that, ensure that you show respect towards her and that you are polite. Of course, once she accepts the invitation, she will also expect you to pay for anything that you will be doing.

You should not talk too much during the date, and you should ensure that you ask her enough questions about herself, and naturally, you will want to listen to what she has to say. Like every other woman, she will expect you to be respectful of her thoughts, as well as feelings, and you should know that they do not like men who talk too much or ones that are constantly bragging.

2. They Express Feelings Differently

You might think that it is weird at the beginning, however, Chinese women will not express their feelings often. They will probably show their affections through their actions and not through their words. For example, they might help you choose clothes for an important meeting or they will take care of you when you are ill. This is how they will express their emotions, especially since they might be a bit shy. However, when she gains trust in you, she will let you know how she really feels.

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3. They Are Extremely Family-Oriented

If you have been with her for some time, you will be required to meet her family – especially her mother and father. The family approval is something that is extremely important and you should try to leave a good first impression. First of all, you should buy a gift, however, you will also need to be careful, because gifts are quite symbolic in China. If you get the wrong one, you will probably not be “approved” by the family.

Opt for something that is special and unique. For example, if you know that they enjoy sports activities, then you can opt for some special food that they enjoy. When finally meeting the parents, remember to stay polite, respectful, and hones – after all, every parent only wants the best things for their kid, no matter how old they are.

4. Your Intentions Should Be Clear

Absolutely all Chinese women look for a partner that will provide stability, and they will also take dating you seriously – especially if they enjoy spending a lot of time with you. You should talk with your partner early on about what you hope will come out of the relationship. For example, they never look for a relationship that will last several days. They want someone who is seriously interested in spending their future with them. There are websites such as Best Brides that can help you connect with Chinese women easily.

5. Although They Look For Stability, You Should Not Rush Things Up

As mentioned in the previous tip, stability is something most Chinese women look for, as well as for your intentions to be clear from the start. However, like everything else in life, you should not rush everything. By taking things slowly, you will be able to gain her trust, so, instead of taking her out to a nightclub, opt for something a bit more casual such as going for a walk or going to a coffee shop for a cup of tea or coffee. This will make her a bit more comfortable.

6. Being Humble is a Virtue

Chinese people consider a person to be quite intelligent if they are silent and calm. Hence, instead of always being talkative and outgoing, you should try to stay modest – at least when you are meeting her parents. That is why Chinese women will prefer if you take them out at a place that is not overcrowded and noisy.

7. They Are Quite Loyal

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Dating a Chinese woman means that you will not have to worry about her cheating on you, especially since it goes against their culture – which is a line that they do not want to cross. Reputation is everything in Asian countries, hence, try not to damage her reputation by cheating on her.

8. You Should Be Honest And Direct About Things

As you already know, if you want a relationship to work, you will need to be open to each other, as well as honest. However, Chinese women will take that to a completely different level. If she sees that something is wrong with you, she will immediately ask you what is going on. Also, they will have no problem with telling you that you have something between your teeth or that your t-shirt is stained from ketchup. This can be quite good and you will never have to worry that she is hiding something from you.

Conclusion

The one thing you should remember is that each and every person is different, no matter what country they come from. And, although Chinese women have the same value and virtues, the tips mentioned above do not have to apply to every Chinese woman you meet. Hence, before fully implementing any of the tips above, make sure that you get to know her a bit.

By following the tips from this article, you will be able to make your relationship with a Chinese girl flourish! Not only will you be able to improve the connection between the two of you, but you will also be able to make her happier by knowing what you should and should not do.

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Kita – Chapter 51 – Sex with Asian Women

God, there’s a lot going on this week in the blog! Happy Holidays, everyone!

There are lots of ways that Asian women stand out from women of other races but for me the number one area is in the bedroom. It’s no accident that among prostitutes Asian women can and do charge higher prices than any other races. So what makes them so special?

First of all, it’s their attitude.

Many Asian women can appear pretty demure in terms of how they behave and act. You don’t see many women from Asian countries wearing miniskirts or high heels. But that doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy sex. They simply aren’t going to advertise it in the same way as other women do.

Next – mannerisms in the bedroom. Asian women are very subtle in the bedroom and in my experience this is one of the best things about them. I simply can’t stand the over the top way women of other countries shout at the top of their lungs during the act. I also don’t understand the appeal of talking dirty during sex which is just as well because I would probably be terrible at it.

Their consideration. I was recently with an Asian woman who took the time to tell me clearly what it was that she wanted in the moment. It told me as much about her as anything else she went on to do.

Thirdly, they are more likely to want to please you in bed. This includes before and after, and it’s common for girls to want to massage you afterwards as well, which is pretty awesome when you think about it.

There are a lot of Asian porn stars who have become are very famous and you can get an idea as to what makes Asian women great from watching these videos. For a start, it’s clear that they are usually much more petite than western women.

Their sexual appetite is strong (I’m not sure if its higher than other races) and they are energetic too. On a physical level they have minimal body hair and their skin feels amazing.

It might seem hard to believe that it could be this great but there really is nothing to not like about the whole Asian experience. I mean really great. Prepare to have your mind and your body blown away.

Even if you feel inexperienced sexually by the standards of western women, you’re going to be with women from cultures where it’s unusual to start dating or having sex until their twenties. Don’t worry, about which country they come from. It’s going to be good whether you choose a women from Thailand, the Phillipines, Japan, or China (you get the idea).

If you’re a white guy and you’re constantly made to feel not good enough or lacking in some way, there is a simple solution: look east, young man. 

But I suppose the big question weighing on my mind is this: Will I ever see Kita again?

 

 

Kita – Chapter 47 – Reckoning – Part 2

Reckoning: A bill or account, or its settlement.

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Kita – Chapter 46 – Reckoning – Part 1

Reckoning: A bill or account, or its settlement.

Reck·on·ing

/ˈrek(ə)niNG/
noun
  1. the action or process of calculating or estimating something.
    “last year was not, by any reckoning, a particularly good one”
    Similar:

    calculation

    estimation

    computation

    working out

    summation

    counting

     

    addition

    total

    tally

    score

    • a person’s view, opinion, or judgment.
      “by ancient reckoning, bacteria are plants”
      Similar:

      opinion

      view

      judgment

      evaluation

      way of thinking

      appraisal

      consideration

    • ARCHAIC
      a bill or account, or its settlement.
    • There it is. A bill or account, or it’s settlement…

     

I was working this Saturday at the salon. I hadn’t heard from Kita the entire month she was in Florida. I’ve pretty much written her off and moved on. I got the one text that she was coming in to tan when she got back to Philly but didn’t respond. She kind of sucks as a person. But that’s just youth and privilege. She has all of these problems with guys because she’s clueless. She looked to me for advice and I did so much to help her. I even showed her how a guy should treat her. She’s so ignorant and dumb she couldn’t even see it.

All of the time I put in with her. The advice, the listening, and everything else. The gifts, the dinner, the lunch. She missed it all. Because she’s young, inexperienced and dumb.

Her petite Asian beauty is the only thing that has her hanging from a thread with me. But she’s been back for over two weeks and I haven’t heard a peep.

Selfish.

Youth.

I know I sound a little butt hurt but what she’s done is just rude. But if I really look at it, It’s no worse than the horrible shit I’ve done to people as a youth. I created this relationship, and it’s failing before my eyes in a cold, dark silence.

Kita doesn’t even know. She feels nothing. She’s so self-absorbed, all she can see and feel is what her immediate needs are. It’s called being 21.

But the funny thing is, she was adopted into privilege. A dice roll that came up snake eyes. She and her sister won the lottery. My daughter is her very same age and is a more mature, better person than this vacuous little baby girl.

But like I said before, I’m the architect of this nonsense. I should have just stayed away and not gotten mixed up with her. All of the hours of advice and the long texts about other boys were nonsense. All a waste of time.

I think what made it hardest was the kisses. That’s what kept me in. Her sweet little kisses and our romantic moments. I’m a sucker for that with a girl and that’s the only thing that’s held me in this confusing and confounding game.

I’m actually okay with all of it. It’s not driving me nuts, because at my age I’m just happy to have any attention from young women. Cherie is still hanging in there but I don’t know for how long. Frankly, it doesn’t even matter to me anymore. Stay? Go?

Same.

 

I’m at the salon munching on a soft pretzel from Wawa. It has no taste. It’s just filler at this point. They were out of mustard packets so I’m basically eating a salty, flavorless, hard chunk of bread. Fuckin’ crap. Not even a real Philly pretzel.

 

I’m chewing a mouthful when cute Kita suddenly enters the salon.

 

I haven’t seen her in a month and a half. She looks the same. Not darker in the tanning department, simply the same.

I stop chewing and just stare at her in amazement. She was my number one and so much has happened since I last saw her. Sadly, the shine has gone off the apple.

I think about hot Delaney in the salon last night using the last of Kita’s lotion that I got for her and then dropping it in the trash. It’s laying in the can just 10 feet from her. I hope to God she doesn’t ask for her bottle… because it’s gone.

“Kita…”

“Hey Charles.”

“How are you?”

“I’m good. I’m sorry I haven’t been in to see you. But It’s a new semester and my class schedule has changed. That’s why I’ve been coming in during the morning.”

“I thought that’s what probably happened.” (I really did)

Yea. I have a bunch of classes in the afternoon now and it’s hard for me to get down here after 3.”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too. But I was just busy having fun doing nothing in the keys.”

I liked that she said that.

“I thought maybe you were staying away because you realized I did too much for you.” (I can’t believe I folded with that hand)

“Oh, no. It’s just my classes.”

I was praying that Delaney would walk in at this moment and worlds would collide and the new number one would meet the fallen queen. But that wasn’t going to happen.

“I’ve been talking to Steve again.”

“Oh.”

I fucking hate this guy, He’s the rebound guy I consoled her on for an entire month and she’s still failing as a person with this loser.

“Yea. He called me when I was in Florida and said he was sorry for the way he treated me and that I didn’t do anything wrong. So that was good. So I’m talking to him again.”

 

Apparently “talking to” means kissing and hanging out with someone now.

 

I’m indifferent at this point and know that Kita will continue to make shitty decisions with men for the next decade. I simply don’t care. It only takes a month or so for phicklephilly to start closing doors and opening new ones now.

She tells me she’s been working out and is thinner now. She wanted to lose her belly but this baby is 5’1″ and petite and perfect so I don’t get it, but again, at this point I simply don’t care. (This is all part of her poor body image and general neurosis)

When I went to Wawa this morning I got what I needed food-wise for my shift, and I reluctantly picked up an extra banana. I thought I’d offer it to sweet Delaney, but now I am yielding to Kita.

Damn it!

“Do you want a banana?”

“I’d love a banana.’

I can’t go back. But here I am offering delicious fruit meant for my new number one and giving it to Kita.

Fuck me!

She doesn’t deserve it!

Kita happily accepts the fruit and munches it like the sweet little chimp that she is.

I’m worried she’ll ask about her lotion but she doesn’t, and wants to check out a couple of packets of two different stronger tinglers. Bombshell and Body Shots. After a long decision process she settles on Body Shots. It make me think back on to how long she took with the fucking menu at Gran Cafe L’Aquilla.

I’m so done with her. She’s just a boring little girl. I wish Delaney would walk in here so we could erase her together.

It would be glorious.

 

 

Kita – Chapter 45 – You’re No Longer My Number One – Part 2

Kita is an adopted daughter. Chinese, like her sister. For whatever reason snatched by her super rich parents. They’ve been rescued and given a life that’s extraordinary.

I’m hurt that Kita returned to the salon before my shift, but I’m just being butt hurt because I did so much for her. I’m foolish to be so mad at her for forgetting me over the last month.

She’s 21. Young, beautiful with family. Why would she text the old guy at the tanning salon? That old dude should be happy he even heard from her at all at her age.

She’s in the prime of her life. Think about when you were her age. You were in LA destroying that city with your stuff. Here’s a little girl who doesn’t even know who she is based on your last 30 chapters.

You just like her because she’s vulnerable, Asian, hot and tan. Oh, and the sweet legs.

Kita sucks, dude. She’s a clueless girl who’s super boring and is addicted to tanning because of some disorder that you can’t even imagine, because you don’t care enough.

Why would I ever want to be with a girl who doesn’t drink? Kita’s a boring loser. I’ve already established it. I really believe it when I’m with her in the salon.

But there has been the stress kissing and the touching.

I’m going to go against all phicklephilly rules and if baby ever slips, I’m going to follow though  (because sometimes I feel that she’s close…and I will strike like a cobra)

But I’m in this place of her being gone for a month after so much time together.

All of the dates.

The gifts.

Everything.

Sometimes I think it has all been for naught. I’ve just been a nice guy. A dad in her life and she’s just collected on all of that. She has no idea. All of my gifts have been invisible to her. I mean nothing to her.

What 21-year-old girl would let me do all of the things I’ve done for her and not feel something ? Creepy or good? I still want to take her to Dave Busters for a day of fun.  I’m mad at her for neglecting me but I know I’ll still do it with her, just to be with her.

Do I broach the sugar baby moment with her?

Is it all weird and in vain?

Do I have that conversation with her? Do I have the conversation with Cherie for a three-way? It’s all insane. Kita’s basically a virgin and Cherie probably hates Asian bitches. I’m insane to consider it at all. I love the idea of it all though. Because I’m a perverse motherfucker. Why wouldn’t I want this?

Everyone that reads this blog wants this.

Or do they?

Kita could never handle it, but I love the idea of it even though I’m mad at her.

But stranger things have happened in my life, so I’m not ruling anything out.

We’ll have to see what happens in the coming days, but I’m butt-hurt by Kita and actively searching for a new number one at the salon. I need a new girl in which to give my affection. Lotions and free tanning and snacks. Whatever she wants. Kita’s out. It’s over unless she goes to Dave and Buster’s with me, but I think I’m done.

I say this…. but I know it could all change. If Kita’s behavior changes.  There’s no reason for a 21-year-old girl to give a shit about a 55-year-old man who works at a tanning salon that has fawned over her. No matter what he’s done for her.

It’s just an old guy enjoying the company of a pretty young girl.

Or is it?

Well no matter how this plays out, Kita’s no longer my Number One Client.

She has fallen from grace.

Update: Kita bought an All Access Premium EFT package. I guess her mommy finally put money in her account. She did all of this and I haven’t seen or heard from her at all.

There needs to be some sort of reckoning, right?

 

 

 

Kita – Chapter 43 – Salon’s Too Big Without You

“Damn… I miss her!”

It’s been a month and I’m already losing interest in Kita. Out of sight, out of mind.

I’m so fickle.

I think It’s gotten worse as I’ve gotten older. I haven’t seen my girlfriend Cherie because of finals, having two jobs, a son, and car troubles has kept her away. I don’t really mind. I can go for long periods without sex. There are already new ones coming in and I’m connecting with them. So fun. There’s a new girl who loves tanning and I think she’s addicted because she’s in here nearly every day. I really like her. (See: Delaney – The New Number One? ) I’ve been in touch with another girl that’s just getting back from vacation. Her name is Cheryl and if all goes as planned I’ll be meeting her for wine in the near future. (See: Cheryl – The Bronze Goddess) 

So I’ve been dating and hanging with my girls, but Kita’s in Florida and I miss her but she’s mentally checked out. She said before she left that she’d text me and send me pics from Florida. I hadn’t heard a peep out of her for a month, and just yesterday I get this text:

“Hi!!!! I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch a lot. I’ve been with family and in the Keys and enjoying doing nothing. I hope you had a great holidays (Smiley emoji)”

I waited a couple of hours to respond, because after this long of a silence and zero contact, I can’t make it look like I’m hanging on my phone waiting to hear from her.

“Hey Kita! I miss you! It’s okay! You needed a break. I had great holidays! Are you super dark  from the Florida sun?”

Crickets.

Nothing. Haven’t heard from her again. No response. I was hoping for a response. Any response. A little pic of how brown my baby is in a bikini would have been the proper response. I would have loved that. But no. Nothing. It’s like she was underwater for a month, came up for a breath of air, texted me and then slipped back below the waves!

I may not be over Kita and I know we still have some romantic time to get to. That’s on the back burner. What if in the month she’s been gone she’s rekindled something with one of her guys? What if she’s come to her senses and knows kissing me will only lead to something more?

I hate the sound of crickets but I’m comfortable with them now. I’m happy in my life. Baby owes me nothing. She’s a young girl confused with her life and keeps kissing me when she’s stressed. She’s beautiful and I’m happy to help her.

Who cares what it is. I should probably broach the subject with my girlfriend, Cherie. She likes girls and maybe we can have a three-way.

That would be fun. Maybe I need to call Cherie and have that conversation. (That would be an insane night!)

But I find as I get older I’m better at dealing with loss. I like Kita, but if I never saw her again I’d be fine. I think as one grows older in a life that’s rich in experience, loss is just part of life. My parents are dead. I’ll never see them again. That’s a hard fact of growing old. Me not getting to see some cute little chick who doesn’t even know who she is yet, is no skin off my nose. In the past month I’ve met some new interesting girls that are going to be good regular clients and they’ll move up on my list.

That could all change when I lay eyes on my little brown nut when next she enters the salon. She’ll be getting back tomorrow, so we’ll see if she comes in tomorrow night, or the day after that. I’m sure she’s super tan from Florida but I know she won’t be able to stay away from here because she’s addicted to being tan.

And that’s where I come in.

Update: After knowing that she saw and read my response to her text last Friday and saying nothing, I get a text three days later on Monday:

“I’m coming in to tan tomorrow (Smiley Emoji)”

I didn’t respond. I don’t think I want Kita to be my number one anymore. But I still like her. I think it’s time for someone else to take the number one spot on my list.