Cherie – Chapter 62 – State Of Love And Trust

“I’m home. I feel bad. I’m a dick. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, you’re such a sweet man and I treated you like a dick. ”

“Yay. You’re home safe. Wait what? How did you treat me like a dick?”

“I’ve been really cold towards you.”

“I understand, but why honey?”

“IDK I’m depressed I guess I’m just not feeling anything anymore.”

“For me?”

“I love you. IDK I guess our time apart changed me and I just feel lost in general with life and love.”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“No”

I feel bad because I’m cold to you and I don’t want to be.”

“What can I do to thaw your heart to me?”

“IDK and that’s the problem”

“But last time you were here you were the same until we had sex and then you were back to your old self.”

“I know but it’s just weird to feel like that today it was worse and I was just not myself with you at all.”

“Maybe you’re just tired of me.”

“I don’t think that. I think we fell off because we were apart for like forever.”

“But we’re seeing each other more now. We’re doing that. Making an effort. My words today told you how much I admire and love you and how precious you are to me. You’re the best girlfriend I’ve ever had.

“You’re the best man and boyfriend ever. We are making efforts now. I don’t know.

“If I’m the best, then why are you treating me like this dear?”

“I don’t mean to. I feel like a horrible person.”

“Please don’t. I love you so much. You’re a wonderful woman. I’m sad.

“I don’t want you to be sad. I feel like I made you sad. You make me to be such a wonderful girlfriend but not when I’m cold to you.”

“I’m patient and understand if you’re not always your cheery self. You have a lot on your plate and have many challenges in your life. I’m just happy to see you and spend time with you. Warm or cold is fine because I love you Cherie.

“Yea, but those aren’t excuses and you are always happy to see me and I need to reciprocate the feelings, I love you.

“If you’re not feeling the same for me Cherie. I will have to understand.  I’m sad. I don’t want to lose you but if you’ve lost your feelings for me I have to understand.”

“Please stop saying that. I don’t want you to be sad. I was happy and okay last time we were together.”

“Will you see me again in two weeks so we can be together? I don’t want to lose my girlfriend that I adore.”

“Yes. I love you too and I don’t want to be without you.”

“Yes. Thank you. I need you in my life Cherie. I love you honey. I’m upset. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want you to be upset. I love you.”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t. I’m not.”

“I love you so much Cherie. I’ll do anything to get through this. I need you in my life.”

“I love you and I’m glad you’re in my life.”

“Okay, so can we work on this? I’m just afraid you don’t feel the same passion you once had for me. But I love you like I did the first time we were together.”

“Yes. We can work on this. I love you and I want us to be together always.”

That really struck me.

“Me too!” I’ll do anything to keep you happy, honey. I love you so much.”

“I know, I love you if you weren’t such a perv I’d say I’d do anything too!”

My baby’s back.

“Aww! I love you more and I’m not a perv to you honey. I adore you.”

“I know, but your mind wanders.”

I love that.

“Baby, I need you. I need you in my life darling.”

“I need you too. You keep me sane.”

That’s a solid post.

“I complimented you so much today because you’re so beautiful and smart and wonderful. I love you and treasure you so much in my life.”

“You’re amazing, smart, patient and a gentleman and so much more. I value your love and your meaning in my life.”

“Thank you dear. I feel better. I’ll do my very best to please you. I don;t want you to be sad and numb.

“I’m glad you do. You’ve done no wrong. It’s me.

“Okay. I love you. I really do. I’m so excited and happy we’re together. I love taking you on dates and being with you honey.

“I love you and I never doubt you love me.”

“I’m sitting here worried about us and loving you so much. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I love you. I’m not going anywhere. We will make it work.”

We’ve hit a bump in the road but I believe everything’s fine. I ended up calling her on the phone and we talked about everything. I believe we will be fine. I love Cherie so much. She’s the sweetest woman I have ever met. She’s so much younger that me. I like that, but she has experience in life. Being a mother and a student.

I know she’s going through her growing pains in this relationship but I think she sees the value in us being together. There’s distance, but I know she understands the joy we feel when we’re together.

New for both of us.

Strong and sustaining.

Can’t wait to see her again.

 

 

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Alicia – Chapter 3 – French Toast

I went to my credit union today to make a deposit. I see Alicia, and she’s looking hot as usual, but her hair is done and she looks even more glamorous. I love her in my phicklephilly way as I have loved Maria before her, (See: Maria – Amor En Vanos) the inspiration for this blog.

I see that she’s with a member so I probably can’t see her. I just want to fill out my deposit and get out of there to continue my day.

I have my cash and complete my deposit slip. I walk around the branch and the first teller I see behind the three inch bullet proof glass is a happy little white guy. I figure Alicia’s busy so I just go to him as he welcomes me, but figure I’ll wave to my queen.

I push my deposit slip and cash under the tray.

Alicia immediately gets to her feet and speaks.

“Oh, you’re not here to see me?”

I’m blown away. This has never happened. I’ve laid the groundwork to let her know in a very subtle and funny way that I would like to meet her outside of the credit union, but I wasn’t expecting this outburst.

I loved it. It shook me to my core, because my project had come to life.

Her hair looked lovely and so did the rest of her. I couldn’t believe her interest. I literally toss the cash to the little white guy and walk down to her window. I don’t care at this point and feel a bit of power as a member.

“I love all this.” I say about her pretty hair. I love that for the very first time she’s showing some attention toward me. This is huge.

Any reaction from a woman in courtship is a form of arousal. I’m very good at this and I’ve been a lion resting in the grass near this lovely gazelle for two years.

My father taught me how to be patient with a woman. He was a master. Most men are clumsy and awkward and are driven by their desire. You need to lay in wait for a prize you want. No matter what it is.

That’s super hard for most men to do, but for the few. you’ll close better deals if you’re patient.

“Have you been to the Comcast food court?”

“No. I’m always in first and I have to take the first lunch.”

“Every day?”

“Yea. 11am. I don’t feel like eating sushi at that time of the morning.”

“I get that. What do you like to eat?”

“French toast.”

“Done. I’ll find a place. Let’s have lunch next week.”

“Okay. Let me know.”

People, I think it’s on with this lady. I must have lunch with a girl I’ve been grooming for two years through bulletproof glass.

I know nothing about her but her cool demeanor and fuzzy forearms. (It’s sexy to me!)

Even if Alicia is only placating me for a free lunch as a member I don’t care. I just want to learn about her. I’ve found that whenever there is a challenge on the table for me my low self-esteem drives me to close that business.

Alicia doesn’t know anything about me other than I have the money to pay for a free lunch but I HAVE to do it just to get know her and get a story for phicklephilly.

I’m at a point in my life where I will just be happy to have lunch with this delicious girl. And the fact that I could get her to come out from behind bullet proof glass to have a meal with an older stranger.

The idea titillated me to know end. I couldn’t even grab lunch at my usual greasy spoon in Suburban Station to think it over. I went to Marathon and got a table at the window to process.

This is huge. So when I get my next paycheck at the salon, I’m going to go into the credit union and properly ask her out for lunch.

I’ve scoured Yelp and everywhere else for french toast beyond 11am. That is hard to nearly impossible.

I’m getting another check from the salon so I have a new excuse to go see Alicia.

I need to ask her if it’s okay if we run over to Midtown Diner. Good french toast, (Shitty first date but great fast service) but a solid spot. When I make my deposit I need to ask Alicia if there’s another 11am food group she may be interested in.

I need to make this deposit. I need to see Alicia and clarify our lunch and get her number.

I can do this, and now it seems she’s interested. Today changed everything and had me trembling with excitement because of Alicia’s behavior and how I feel about her. I think we’re good here. It’s just lunch.

As I had joked to her before, she has access to my accounts. At least baby knows I can afford the lunch and dessert if she wants it!

I need to go in there and close this.

I know nothing about her, but I have a theory. But I’ll hold my cards close to the vest to resist judgement.

But Alicia is beautiful, and I want to get to know her and I’ll leave it at that.

Stay tuned…

 

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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?

 

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Sun Stories: Jazmin – Guess Girl – Chapter 2

I’m folding towels when this lovely lady emerges from room seven.

“How’d you make out?”

“Great! I loved it!”

God. Her legs are exquisite. What an absolutely stunning young woman. Guess still uses photos of a young Sophia Loren in their ad campaigns. Lovely, young Jazmin clearly trumps her, and she’s a salesgirl.

What a beauty.

“You look great. When you come in next time just tell whoever is here your last name and they’ll know what you did, and where, and for how long and you can go again.”

“Thank you Charles. It was amazing just like you said. It was like I got to lie on a warm, sunny beach for 12 minutes but with no sand blowing and no flies!”

We both laugh and I see that Jazmin is even more beautiful when she laughs. All women are beautiful, but when they laugh I love them more.

Maybe that’s why I’m funny.

“Hey, technically we’re closed so let me get the door for you.”

“Oh, can I ask you one more thing?”

“Yea, sure. What’s up?”

“You close every night at eight right?”

“Yea. Here’s a card with all of our hours on it.”

“I saw you through the window, Charles. I’m glad I came to see you.”

“Yea, you said that. My partner Achilles will be happy that I’m pulling clients from just standing in front of the windows on Walnut Street. Thank you, Jazmin!”

“I saw you chatting with a girl one night in front of the windows.”

“Oh… Okay. That was probably Colleen. Tall. Brown hair. Great girl. She likes to come in and tan and then leaves her gear in the gym, and then goes out for a jog. We call her the fudge lady because she hooks us up with delicious treats from the candy store she works in once a month! (See: Colleen – Oh Fudge! – Part One, Two and Three) 

“No. I was selling a dress to a lady and I saw you chatting and laughing with a really tan Asian girl with of all things… blonde hair. It was curious.”

“Oh… because her hair was blonde and she was Chinese?”

“No. because you were both there laughing and happy and she was eating a banana and then I watched you do things to her.

 

I am having a panic attack at this point. A searing pain explodes in my heart because I’m suddenly so scared. (See: Kita – Chapter 39 – Reckoning – Part 2)

 

“Umm… what kind of stuff?”

“Things that I’ve never seen before. Things I don’t know. You kissing her in her private place between her legs.

 

There’s that moment in your mind when you feel like you’ve hit internet gold or when you’re going out for the last time because of your shitty behavior.

I’ve experienced this too many times in my life.

 

This was one of those critical moments.

 

“Can you imagine the Yelp review I write of what I saw you do to that to that girl?”

“That would destroy me, Jazmin. I’m so sorry you saw that. I was out of my head. I hadn’t seen her in an over a month and we just…happened.”

“Interesting. I never saw anything like that. The look on here face was unforgettable.”

“I’m so embarrassed and humiliated. I’m sorry, Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I don’t know what I want to do because I’ve never had this information before. You can understand my position.”

As hot as she was, I was sort of hating her power at this point, but still turned on in this moment…

“She looked very pleased to spend time with you.”

“Yea. I slipped.” (I knew I didn’t slip. I wanted Kita for months and anything from her would have been magic. Her body was a delicious snack that any man would cherish.)

“Is the salon closed?”

“Yes, Jazmin.”

“Then we need to have a conversation.”

 

I’m shitting bricks.

 

 

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Cherie – Chapter 57 – Warm Love

I spent Saturday with Cherie on Saturday. We hadn’t seen each other in a long time, but I was happy we were re-connecting. She came to Philly and we had some intimate conversation and sex.

I figured we were all good. This has happened before. The distance thing, and if it goes too long she gets a little reserved. I figured I had fixed that on Saturday. The sex, the time, the conversations… we’re good.

I’m a man. Women are far more complex than we are. That’s why we need them! To make us better people! We’re a bunch of Jeeps and they are elegant angels that we are blessed to have in our lives. We must treasure them and pay attention at all times, even though most of us suck at that.

I get a text a day later after our orgasmic brunch weekend from my beloved.

“I’m kind of mad at you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m still upset about how I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”

This is what happens when you don’t see your lady for a long period of time, gents.

“When was this? I never stopped loving you.”

“Well we didn’t see each other for a long time. We stopped talking so much. I was really sad.”

“Me too. But I thought we cleared that up last Saturday.”

“I thought so too, but I thought about it and I’m still mad at you. You’re going to have to earn it back if you expect to get the (Cat Emoji. = Sex)

“I’m going to work to be better to you.”

“You have A LOT of making up to do.”

I didn’t respond. I had to think about it. I love Cherie so much. She is probably the greatest girl I’ve ever met. I can’t throw this away because of where I am in my life and pride.

We open the conversation again a day later. I didn’t know she was still pissed.

“Yo Dawg.”

I send an emoji with a heart.

“Love on the brain.”

“I like that song! How is your day?”

I’m just hoping Cherie has cooled off.

“I wish I could sleep in, Lol. It’s ok. Lot’s of studying. You?”

“Just living the dream at the gym and salon.”

“You have big dreams and I admire them.”

Seems like maybe she’s not so mad at me anymore.

“You too! I just want to stay busy and be with you.”

“I want to be with you and only you. I miss you.”

This is good news. I think Cherie is back.

“I’m off next Saturday. Movie date?”

“I work. I don’t know what time I get done.”

“I am now off every other Saturday and I’d like to spend them with you, if possible. I know I have A LOT to make up for…”

I quoted her to show her I realize that I need to put in some serious time in our relationship so I don’t lose her. Cherie has great value. I can’t squander this wonderful, loyal woman.

“I want to spend time with you too.”

“Let’s try to do that, dear!” (Heart emoji) I don’t want you to be sad or mad at me.”

“I agree. I want us to be happy and in love.”

Cherie is the greatest woman I have ever met.

“I am happy and in love with you. Just need to see you more and do fun stuff with you and more fun stuff together.”

“Yes. I want to see you more too and do fun stuff and just be with you.

 

That’s how our texts end for tonight, but I think I’m working my way back into the heart of my girlfriend. I know everything will be fine. This relationship is a dynamic that works beautifully for me. Cherie gets a little lonely and moody but she’ll be fine. I’ll over do it on Valentine’s Day and since I’m taking more time off from my three businesses now I will make more time for her. We have the sweetest connection.

The Sunday after we were together I ran into a few of my female friends at the salon and at a bar I frequent. The conversation was always the same.

“How was your weekend?”

“Fantastic. I got to spend time with my girlfriend on Saturday. I love her so much.”

“Awww that’s so nice.”

“I absolutely love her. She is an absolutely wonderful woman. I’m blessed to have her in my life.”

“That’s so great Charles!”

I have truly hit the lottery with Cherie. I have been myself and I’ve done things. But like I said before, I compartmentalize my life. I have to at my age. Living in Rittenhouse. Daughter lives with me. Paid out $125,000 in child support. I have to be careful from now on. Cherie is amazing but I must keep my distance but love her unconditionally. She’s so easy to adore, but I’ve been through so much and now I’m wise, but jaded.

I will hold onto her as long as I can and I see a glorious finale to this movie that is my life, but there are so many things that are happening. I will never do anything to hurt Cherie, but this blog is called phicklephilly and it won’t write itself…

I am loyal and my heart belongs to my queen, but things are going to happen in my life and as long as they aren’t toxic, I’m going to let them happen. Out love affair is unconventional, but the best set up that’s ever happened for me so I’m just going to keep sliding down destiny’s rainbow.

 

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Sun Stories: Jazmin – Guess Girl – Chapter 1

I’m working at the salon as usual. Just another night. It’s 7:45 and we’re 15 minutes away from closing.

Jazmin enters the salon. She’s smoking hot and Middle Eastern gorgeous. Raven hair, caramel skin, green eyes, (Wow) and petite. She is absolutely breathtaking.

She’s wearing a white blouse and a black skirt. The hem is mid-thigh. Her caramel legs are exquisite. She’s wearing a pair of strappy pumps. (How can I turn away such a beautiful girl?)

“Hi. I work across the street at Guess and I thought I’d try tanning.”

“Oh cool. How did you hear about us?”

“I literally looked across the street and saw you.

“Oh awesome. We’re neighbors!”

“Yea, I work at Guess and I’m there doing client services on the 2nd floor a lot and I saw you.”

“Cool. We also have a gym here. Are you going on vacation, or just looking to get some color?

“Just want to even out my skin and get the good feeling of being tan in the winter.”

“Gotcha. Great idea. Thanks for coming in!”

“I’m across the street from you. We should be friends.”

 

She’s absolutely gorgeous.

 

“Yea… we should be!”

I take Jazmin through the different packages we offer and she settles on the 5 pack All Access.

I take her back to the room and show her all of the finer aspects of one of our elegant machines.

“Where are you from, Jazmin?”

“My parents are from Iran. They left when the Shah was overthrown in 1979 and came to America. They had me and my sister much later when they got established here.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of that. I knew a dude that went through the same thing many years ago.”

“Yes. It was a difficult time from what I hear from my family, but we are so much better off now.”

“Like the Kardashians?”

“No. They are Armenian. Totally different. But I find your American ignorance endearing.” She giggles.

I feel like an ass. “Okay. I put five minutes on the room for you to get ready and then if you’re ready sooner just hop in and hit the start button.”

“Okay! Thank you, Charles!”

“Off you go! Thank you for choosing Sun City!”

I go back to cleaning the toilets, taking out the trash, and mopping the salon.

The salon is closed and at least I got to munch my chicken stromboli. Just another day in paradise.

Jazmin is a new client and even though she came in late, she’s money for the salon.

 

But the night was about to take a dark turn when she came out of her tanning session. A turn I would have never suspected in a million years. 

 

…To be continued next Tuesday!

 

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Cherie – Chapter 56 – Can’t Get You Out Of My Head

“Don’t even think about it, because I’m not in the mood.”

WARNING: THIS POST IS A LITTLE NSFW!

So, Cherie was finally coming down to see me. It’s been a couple of months. I’m fine with it, but there’s a certain divide that occurs when people aren’t together for long periods of time.

Between raising her son, going to school full time, and working at Children’s Hospital there isn’t much time left over for me. That, and her Saab was in the shop for awhile.

But on the other hand, I’m only off two days a month! So at this point it’s nearly impossible. But I finally got a day off and she made arrangements to get down here. She can only be down here from 12:30 to 6pm. Which is fine with me. Anytime to just reconnect with my girlfriend is enough.

She texts me that she’s parking, so I head out of my apartment to meet her. It’s a mild day in Rittenhouse.

The original plan was to go to the movies, but because of her limited time and the length of time that we’ve been apart, We settled on late brunch. Besides, why would I want to sit in a movie theater for two hours next to the woman I should be looking at, listening to, and communicating in general with? It just didn’t make sense.

I’m walking south on 16th street when I see her across the street. I smile and she waves. She looks great. She’s wearing her hair in braids. It looks exotic and gorgeous. She’s got on a red jacket with some gold trim over a one piece black clingy dress. The hemline is mid thigh and she’s got on a pair of knee high boots. I love skirts and boots. Just a peek of knees and thighs.

We hug and start chatting. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really at the moment.”

“As you know, we’re near my house. You could rest for a bit after your long drive.”

“Okay, but don’t even think about it, because I’m not in the mood.”

I’m stunned. This is the hot nymphomaniac that I’ve been writing about for over two years! I didn’t even know she had that phrase in her vocabulary! It’s been over two months since I’ve seen her.

“That’s why you didn’t want to go to the movies. You just wanted to get at me.”

“I didn’t want to go to the movies because I wanted to spend time with you and see you because it’s been awhile.”

This sort of thing has happened once before. There was a period last June where we were apart for and extended amount of time. When we finally were together she was resistant to my affection. But I charmed my way back in.

It just feels like there’s a thicker coating of permafrost on her heart today.

We get to the house and she sits on the bed. We start talking and she’s telling me story. I get on the bed with her and start kissing her cheek and neck.

She pulls away.

I try to caress her soft thigh.

More resistance. Of course at this point I stop. Girlfriend or not...No means no.

So we chat for a bit more and I’m enjoying her story. But I haven’t seen her in a long time and I miss her. I know Cherie very well and I know she’ll yield to her own desires. I just need to move slowly and gently.

We start kissing. I’m holding my love in my arms. She’s warming up. I know what she wants me to do. I toss a thick folded blanket onto the floor beside the bed. (I have hardwood floors and my knees aren’t what they once were.

She slides toward me and as she does her skirt hikes up past her thighs.

“If you want me you’re going have to pull my panties off me. Show me how bad you want it.”

I’m kissing her thighs and knees as I curl my fingers into the waistband of her white lace panties.

“Can you please lift that delicious derriere my dear?”

Cherie raises her hips upward and I slide her underwear down her legs and off. I grab her thighs and pull her towards the edge of the bed. Spreading her thighs I reveal her small shaved vulva. I’m getting a bit aroused just writing about her. I love her so much, and God, I’ve missed her and this special time together.

I go to work on her and it’s difficult to tease her much, because I’m starving for her. Cherie responds accordingly to my deft tongue and lips. We’ve been together for over a year. I know exactly how to please her and get her going.

That escalates rather quickly as her nympho side kicks into high gear. She can take it no more and my pants and socks are off in a flash. I’ve had plenty of practice.

I climb up on top of her and slowly ease myself into her.

It is glorious. (And WAY overdue!)

The sex is thundering as it always is between us and within minutes she’s losing it.

“I’m coming….I’m coming… Ooohhhhhhhhh!!!!”

Cherie is the most orgasmic woman I have ever met. She really is in tune with her body. I’m whispering in her ear mocking her earlier words as I’m pounding her into the mattress.

“Don’t even think about it. Cause I’m not in the mood. Think about your words, Cherie. Think about them and think about where you are now.”

I know it sounds a little mean, but it’s not. Cherie is a strong woman, but in the bedroom, totally submissive. She likes me to be dominant with her, and I deliver.

I’m going to just keep going and let her get to at least three before I’ll climax. I always make sure that she gets all of hers before I get mine. At this point, mine won’t be long from now. We’re pounding each other like rutting dogs and the power is building up.

Cherie has now come, once, twice and now thrice!

I can’t hold back anymore. I quickly pull out and just put my left hand out like a shield in front of my turgid member. I come with such great force, I nearly blow my hand off.

Cherie literally backs away on the bed so she isn’t hit by any ‘friendly fire.’

We regain our composure and are both feeling happy and relieved.

“Ohhh…. That was awesome.”

We get cleaned up and I realize we’re both completely dressed from the waist up. Her dress is still on and even her jacket is still on. I removed only the necessary clothing to have sex with Cherie.

Efficient as well as utilitarian.

We get dressed and head out. She has to feed the meter so we take care of that before brunch.

“Hungry now?”

“I think I’ve worked up an appetite.”

The entire time we’re together we’re telling stories and catching up on lost time. We spend a substantial amount of time discussing our relationship. We need to figure out a way to spend more time with each other. I tell her that I’m going to take off every other Saturday. Cherie likes that idea and she’s going to see what she can do on her end. We’re  going to also try to arrange a few lunch dates during the week if possible.

We end up going to Marathon on 19th and Spruce. It’s close to the house. I love Marathon. Think of an upscale diner with delicious locally farmed comfort food.

It’s really been a great day with my girlfriend. I realize how sweet she is and how much I truly love her.

If you read this blog you’ll know that I get into all different situations, but no one gets hurt and I compartmentalize my life. The blog isn’t going to write itself and I need content and followers. I’m good at playing different roles in each sector of my life.

Many people worked on the Manhattan Project. They all did their different jobs creating the atomic bomb, but no one knew what the other one’s role was. That was created to keep it top secret. That’s how I roll. I have many characters in my life. Some don’t have to ever meet other ones and I never show all of my cards to anyone in this card game we call life.

We finish our meal and I walk her to her car. We’ve been together for six hours and she has to get back. I kiss her sweet lips goodbye and ask that she texts me so I know she got home safe.

Until next we meet.

Now back to my busy life.

 

 

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