Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 1 – Hello Lovely

I met Kita when she came into the salon for the very first time. She walked in wearing a striped shirt, a light little jacket and a pair of black shorts. She is a petite Asian girl who is incredibly fit. She’s really tan. But it looks hot on her and her hair is dyed blonde.  She’s 21 years old and just moved to Philly from Florida. She’s completing the consent form and I’m making small talk as always.  I have her look at the camera so I can take her photo for identification. We have a rule at the salon, if they’re attractive we let them know we’re taking their picture so we can get a shot of that pretty face. If not we just take it without them knowing!

She’s really cute and has a world-class set of legs on her.

She’s originally from Washington DC.  But attended college in Florida before transferring up here to attend Drexel University to earn her degree in Hospitality Management.

She has a great tan and could be the poster child for our salon. Her tan is that incredible. But being from Florida the natural sun down there I assume kept her dark. It makes her look exotic and I love unique looking ladies. I make a fuss about how great her hair looks and she likes that.

I’m happy that we’ve acquired a new pretty client I can chat to and see when she comes in. She’s so cute!

I tell her about all of our products and services and the different packages. She goes with the monthly all access premium package. That’s eighty bucks a month and she has access to every bed in the house.

This chick is a serious tanner.

I send her into the best bed in the house and show her all of the features of the machine. Of course it’s the Alpha 6800. New this bed costs $35,000. 600 watts in the face tanner because the face is harder to tan than the rest of the body because it gets so much daily exposure. More ultra violet A rays than B rays so it browns the face rather than burn it. 180 watts of power in the tubes to bake you up delicious for the 10 minute maximum time. There are also 3 levels of tanning on this bed. Basic, Mediterranean, or Caribbean. In other words, dark, darker, or darkest. Makes sense right? The unit also has air conditioning throughout to keep you cool and there are two vents that extend outward toward your face to keep you cool. There’s a plug-in the upper left of the bed that you can hook up to your phone so you can listen to your own music while you tan. Rockin’! Last but certainly not least there are two little nozzles in there that aqua mist you during your session. Glorious. It is ‘the experience’ when it comes to tanning.

Of course Kita has to go into this bed because she’s paid for the experience, and baby deserves the best. She’s sociable and nice. I start to have a shine for her, beyond her having spectacular legs.

In she goes and I finish putting her info into our system. She’ll start to come in on a regular basis now and I’ll get to see her and hopefully get to know her. In the meantime I’ll check out her Instagram and see what her life is like. (Come on… everybody does that.)

This is a short piece, but Kita seems like a great girl and I find her interesting. There’s just something about her that radiates good energy. People come in here to tan from all walks of life. Some are great fun people to talk to and others are duds.

This little lady is a shining star who has my full attention.

We’ll see what happens.

 

 

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Celebrity Sightings: Joséphine Jobert on What it’s like Filming Death in Paradise

Apparently my global audience is as much in love with Josephine as I am. So I’ll keep posting during my free time.

And on Saturday nights… I like to publish whatever I want!

 

https://www.radiotimes.com/travel/2018-01-18/josephine-jobert-on-what-its-like-filming-death-in-paradise/

 

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A Unique Gift – Chapter 3

When he woke the next morning he wondered if it was all a dream. He looked over at the dresser to find the collar wasn’t there. It must have been a dream he told himself. He got up, showered and dressed before heading downstairs for breakfast. He paused in shock as he saw the wooden box on the counter with the collar sitting neatly inside. It wasn’t a dream after all but how had the collar got back in its box when he had left it upstairs? It hadn’t been twelve hours. Maybe it returns there after being unworn for a while Jack wondered.

He made himself breakfast before scooping up the box and heading into college. He walked there, it wasn’t far and he arrived with plenty of time before his first class. He sat on the grass and wondered who to try the collar on. He debated telling Abby, his best and only female friend but she was away for the week on holiday with her boyfriend. He still hadn’t decided when he got to class.

The rest of the day went slowly but Jack had decided who he wanted to try the collar on. For the first time since he started college, he looked forward to his Economics class which was his last class of the day. He made his way in and sat down, paying attention to Miss Jameson as she walked in the room. She started the class and Jack sat thinking of a way he could get her to wear the collar.

It was nearing the end of the class and Jack still couldn’t think of a viable way to get her to wear it. His grandfather had said she had to put it on willingly so that made things harder. He had a vague idea but he needed to be alone with her. Thankfully even the smallest infractions in her class would usually land someone in trouble. Jack stretched his arms up and wide as he yawned loudly. Miss Jameson glared at him.

“Am I boring you Mr. Stevens?” She asked staring at Jack.

“Sorry, just tired is all,” Jack replied casually as if he didn’t care. He could see her face seething with anger.

“Well after all the sleep you got in class yesterday I can only assume you struggled to sleep last night. Stay after class, we need to talk about your attitude,” she snapped before continuing with her lecture. She finished up and everyone left the room quietly scared of upsetting miss Jameson even when class was over. Jack watched them all leave and Miss Jameson shut the door before rounding on Jack.

“So do you think it’s acceptable to fall asleep in my class and yawn loudly, not to mention the disrespect you showed me?” She asked Jack in a tone that suggested she did not want an answer.

“I’m sorry,” Jack said as sincerely as he could muster.

“That’s a start I suppose. You were such a good student last year and yet this year you seem to not care at all. I don’t really care what the reason behind it is but in my class you pay attention and learn. Got it?” She asked.

“I understand,” Jack replied.

“Good now get out, I have work to do,” Miss Jameson snipped gesturing to the door.

“Can I ask you one favor?” Jack asked causing her face to flair with annoyance.

“What is it?” She replied.

“Could you try this on? It’s a gift for a friend but I’m not sure how it will look,” Jack lied while retrieving the collar. He held it out to her and she looked at it in disgust.

“No. Why would I want to try on some cheap tat like that? I’m your teacher, not your friend now get out,” she repeated dismissing him again.

“I’ll make you a deal, try it on for me and I’ll be the perfect student for the rest of the year,” Jack offered. Miss Jameson looked at him and then at the collar before taking it from his hand.

“Fine if it means I can get through my classes without you disturbing them then I’ll put the damn thing on,” she grumbled as she fastened the collar around her neck. As she closed the clasp Jack saw the pendant glow blue before Miss Jamesons eyes momentarily glowed blue to match.

“Miss Jameson?” Jack asked.

“Please call me Alice,” Miss Jameson replied.

“Alice?” Jack repeated.

“Yes, I am your property so it is only fitting you call me by my first name, unless you have another name you would prefer?” Alice asked, her tone was soft and subservient, very different from how Jack had ever heard her speak before.

“You’re my property?” Jack asked in shock.

“Yes, this collar marks me as your slave for twelve hours. Until that time is up I am yours to do with as you wish,” Alice replied. Jack couldn’t believe his luck. He knew that she wasn’t tricking him, Miss Jameson would never say such a thing especially to one of her students and even if she did, she couldn’t have faked her eyes glowing blue.

“You will do whatever I want?” Jack confirmed.

“Yes, if that is your wish. Whatever you want I want,” she replied.

Jacks mind reeled with the possibilities. He was a young man so obviously his first thoughts were sexual. He had the hottest teacher in the college under his command. He felt his cock harden in his pants but he knew he couldn’t act on it here. If anyone caught them he would probably be kicked out of college and Miss Jameson would definitely be fired, if not worse.

“Come to my house with me,” he told her.

“Of course master,” Alice replied. Master, Jack liked the sound of that but it would raise a lot of questions if anyone overheard.

“Until we get to my house, stick to calling me Jack,” he told her. She nodded and obediently followed him out of the door. They walked together down the corridor drawing strange looks from the students passing by. Jack whispered to Alice to follow behind him and pretend everything was normal. She stopped and waited until he was a few steps ahead before following with her usual glower.

 

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Phicklephilly – 2019 – 1000 Posts! – We Did It!!!

“If you live a life that is without the elements of who you really are you will never be happy.”

I’ve just been notified by WordPress that after 2 1/2 years of writing this blog I’ve written a 1000 posts!!!

It’s been an incredible journey to finally be writing again. I started out in this life as an artist. Then a musician, and then a writer.

But life, marriage, a child, and a career removed me from all of that. Other people needed me and the bills had to be paid.

But after 10 years I decided to write again.

I created Phicklephilly in the spring of 2016 and then did nothing.

By the fall I asked myself, is this something you’re going to talk about in bars with your friends and never do? I had discussed the notion of writing a blog about my life with many of my friends. One who is a better and more visceral writer than myself.

But I started to write.

I published a post about a waitress I had been infatuated with for some time on a Monday.

I worried no one would read it or like it. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to come up with content every Monday.

But I did.

Then I started writing updates for a Wednesday release.

Once the wheel started to roll, I did what needed to be done.

I wrote.

Writing is a hard lonely existence.

It’s something that you have to push yourself to do. Especially in the beginning. But like anything you really want you push yourself to do.

You begin a fitness program and you stick with it. The muscles grow and the fat disappears. You keep at it and then it gets easier.

I started to write like mad. Cranking out content until I had something happening  few times a week.

 

Then I found other things I liked and started to write about them. The Tanning salon, Tales of Rock, Crazy dates I’d been on in the past. Celebrities I’d met, and most of all, past relationships.

Some beautiful. Some bittersweet.

I’m not a great writer, but I kept at it. Like a pilot, I put in a certain number of hours until the plane called Phicklephilly soared.

And now here I am with all of you my loyal followers and readers after two and a half  years of writing.

1000 posts and over 50,000 views!

I couldn’t be happier.

 

If you want to do something, don’t talk about it. Like Nike says: Just do it.

Write everyday.

Push yourself. Who cares who reads it. Just create and express yourself.

 

I GUARANTEE  you that if you start writing and keep at it, the rewards will be like pieces of gold falling into your lap.

When you write from the heart and tell the truth about everything in your life, (Not everything. Keep some of yourself for yourself. That belong to you.)  You will find this liberating weight lifted from your shoulders.

Get it all out. The good, the bad and the ugly. Don’t be afraid. It’s just words. But it will lighten the load you’ve been carrying around your whole life.

Once you write it down and publish it… It’s gone but not invisible. But it’s out of you for the first time in your life. It’s now safely on the paper. You can understand what you’ve experienced so much better once you write about it.

You can look back on your work and your life and it’ so much easier to process, forgive and understand.

 

Writing Phicklephilly has been the most singular liberating experience of my adult life.

 

And there is so much more to tell.

I have so much more to say.

Knowing that these stories are now out on the internet forever. Even after I’m dead it is comforting.

Because they are no longer my responsibility. WordPress carries the weight for me now.

But by writing all of these stories guarantees my immortality.

 

I don’t need that, but it’s so much to live a simple, happy, and uncluttered life once you write.

I love most of what I’ve written. Everybody knows I hate writing dating and relationship advice but I found a way to keep it going for my readers who enjoy it.

I think my followers now know that I write Phicklephilly because of my simple love of creating. I’ve always been that way since I was a child. Drawing a picture. Sculpting something out of clay. Writing a song. Writing a book and a screenplay. Creating a comic strip.

I am an entity that apparently must always be creating and am happiest when I’m doing that very thing.

“If you live a life that is without the elements of who you really are you will not be happy.”

I feel happier than I have ever felt in my entire life.

I’ve lived a big exciting life. I’ve done a lot and experienced much. But it really comes down to a few simple components for me and please take heed if you wish.

  1. Your health is essential. You have that. you’re already winning.
  2. Surround yourself with good people. Whether they are friends, family or even some wonderful pet companions.
  3. Have something to do every day that you like to do. If you hate your job, find a better one that suits your life needs. It’s a third of your life, work. Why spend your day being miserable? Do something you don’t hate every day. It’s a short life. Enjoy yourself!
  4. To love and be loved. This is a tough one. Most people need this one. Love yourself and find someone else to love. If they love you back… Awesome!
  5. Have something to look FORWARD to. I don’t care what it is. Just have something. Brunch with a friend, a red envelope arriving from Netflix, a party, a day off, something you want to do that you made time to do. 

 

That’s it.

The rest is just stuff and bullshit.

Focus on the top 5.

 

Thank you one and all for taking the time out of your busy lives to take the time to read my little blog about dating, relationships and a bunch of stuff from my life.

I wish I could throw a big party and invite each and every one of you and we could all hang out and really get to know one another.

I’ve had the joy to become friends with some of the other talented writers on WordPress and it has been an absolute delight.

So many great people on here.

I also really appreciate my friends who have read and have subscribed to Phicklephilly. I love knowing they are here with me on this journey of self discovery and I hope some of this will inspire them to push forward on their lives.

Two and a half years ago there was nothing. I decided to start to write and now this is here.

You can create anything you want. You just have to do it and do it every day.

Look what can happen if you put your mind to something.

I’m still going to try in 2019 to get a couple of books published on Amazon Kindle this year!

 

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!!!

 

Anything can be done, and you can do it too.

Please reach out to me for anything. I’ll always get back to as fast as I can.

 

My heart is full of love.

 

Life is good and my daughter Lorelei is healthy and happy, so that’s all I need.

 

Thank you one and all. This means the world to me and I hope you continue to enjoy the content I provide in 2019 and beyond!

 

There’s so much more to the story!!!

 

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Murder Mystery Weekend – Chapter 3

Just before we got to her apartment, Teresa stopped, and pointed to a park bench.

“Can we sit here for a minute?” It was a lovely spot, opposite a pretty little park. The late summer day was bright and sunny, without the excessive humidity that had tortured us through the month of July. Yet I felt a sudden chill.

We sat down together. Teresa slowly swept her long hair back, and turned to face me.

“Colin, I have to tell you something.” she said. Normally, I’m a pretty optimistic guy, but those words sounded like the footsteps of doom. I swallowed, and nodded.

“I really, really appreciate your help with this.” she continued. “And I’m looking forward to seeing how it will all turn out. But I have to tell you now: this weekend won’t be about you and me. Do you understand?”

I didn’t understand at all, but I nodded as if I did. Teresa was watching me closely – did I mention that she was very bright?

“We aren’t going to be getting back together this weekend, Colin. I’m going to be very busy running the game, for one thing. And then there’s Lena to look after – she won’t know anybody else but me, at first. You could help me out there – be nice to her.”

“I want you to make this long weekend about you. Have fun. Solve the puzzles. Don’t spend your time flirting with me, or going out of your way to be helpful. You don’t have to try to impress me. I want you to just relax and enjoy yourself.”

“Flirt with the other women. Sleep with them.” Teresa saw the look of surprise in my eyes. “I mean it, Colin. We’ve always been frank with each other on that subject. I don’t want you to think about me romantically this weekend. Get drunk, if you want. Have a fling. Flings.”

– “This is one of the weirdest conversations I’ve ever had.” I said.

Teresa took me by the hand. “Colin, please. This is very important to me: tell me that you understand.”

– “I do. I get it.” I told her.

And I did understand. If I was busy chasing Teresa all weekend, trying to get back together with her, it would interfere with her running the murder mystery. It would also leave me frustrated; she was making it clear.

But I did say that I was an optimist. I understood something else very clearly: Teresa said that we weren’t ‘going to be getting back together this weekend‘. She also said that she didn’t want me to ‘think about her romantically this weekend‘.

Those were her exact words.

Why would she specifically say ‘this weekend’? Not once, but twice. She could have said that there was no chance of us getting back together, ever. Period. But she didn’t.

Which meant that there was hope for us yet.

We parted with a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. Then I went on my way. I waited until she was out of sight before I started to smile.

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Netflix and Marie Kondo have People (serenely) Bulldozing their Closets, and Thrift Stores are Riding the Wave

 

I love her and I’m going to do this to my place in Rittenhouse!

 

https://www.cnn.com/2019/01/12/entertainment/marie-kondo-konmari-tidying-up-netflix-trnd/index.html

 

 

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Tales of Rock – Michael Jackson Uses Dangerous Anesthesia to Sleep

When Michael Jackson’s hair caught fire after a pyrotechnic device malfunctioned above his head while filming a Pepsi commercial in 1984, at the time it seemed like a fluke accident that he quickly moved on from. But his process of recovery profoundly affected his life in two ways. One, it got him started on altering his appearance through cosmetic surgery. Two, it gave him his first exposure to prescription painkillers. For the next quarter-century, Jackson’s reliance on drugs vacillated.

In times of stress, he abused them and engaged in hardcore financial malfeasance to numb himself from the mental toll of being repeatedly accused of child molestation and surrounded by a galaxy of managers, lawyers, Arab royalty and entertainment industry players eager to get a piece of him—none more ruthless about it than his own family. But most of all, he used drugs to sleep.

A star of Jackson’s stature didn’t get drugs like an ordinary person. He’d shop for a doctor and then use him to get what he needed conveniently. It was this type of arrangement that led him to get addicted to propofol, a hypnotic form of anesthesia that induces a deep sleep but that is only safe when administered in a clinical setting. Jackson used this as casually as NyQuil, referring to it as “my milk.”

In June 2009, while preparing for a series of concerts at London’s O2 Arena that would have either been a massive comeback or giant fiasco (we’ll never really know which) Jackson’s doctor, Conrad Murray, put him under with propofol and he never came back. He was 50 years old. Conrad is now serving time in prison for charges related to Jackson’s death.

Say what you will about this man, but Michael Jackson will always be a national treasure to me and a gift to the world of music.

I’m just a guy writing a dating and relationship blog here. I love writing Tales of Rock and always have a tale to tell.

But Micheal Jackson is a beautiful, tortured soul who rose out of abuse and became one of the greatest musical voices of our generation. He took the darkness and turned it into light.

Thank you, Michael. I’m so sorry what happened to you.

 

Charles

 

 

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