We've been talking for months, a work project brought us close. As we have gotten to know one another, we discovered we had much in common: children, broken marriages, ambition, and certain... appetites. And we were starved.
How do you start a conversation like that and not cross some kind of line?
Is it love? Is it lust? Is it loneliness? We've gone in circles, dancing around these ideas for months, trying to justify pulling apart from each other, or justifying coming together.
So many of the same interests and curiosities to explore and discover. The possibility for so many first. The possibility for trust, vulnerability, and power...
Power. Isn't that what's so intoxicating? To be able to trust or be trusted that much to be so vulnerable as to command or surrender?
And whatever this push-pull dance we've been doing, needs to be explored. So what better place to meet in person, for the first time, than Washington D.C.? A place where power dynamics are the lifeblood and where right and wrong are just chess pieces on the board of a bigger game.
So, I leave my blue state and you leave your red one, and we agree on faux middle ground. We agree to meet in an exclusive club where high-powered professionals seek an escape from thinking, from the responsibility of choice, so they can just feel. Tonight, finally, no more thinking, just feeling.
I've dressed in my best black wrap dress, over-the-knee boots, and lace so delicate that not much is left to the imagination to anyone seeing the effects of the cold and wind on my body, through my dress. Lips are a rich red and my long blonde hair is tousled in loose curls.
With coat and clutch in hand, I make my way from my hotel and its city view, following the instructions to our meeting place.
I'm arriving early, so I can get a sense of what to expect. I'm not vanilla, at least not in my mind, but have never had the opportunity to come alive like this. I make my way up to the floor of the club and once in, having checked my coat and bag, I grab a cocktail and begin to explore the rooms. I'm trembling both in fear and excitement.
The anticipation of months of stolen moments we've collected, the dreams and fantasies we've shared, mixed with adrenaline and my sight being filled with people in the library, sitting room, and corners of this pristine place, engaged in behaviors anything but proper.
I continue walking down a hall towards the dark. I can see the panoramic view of the city that the glass windows reveal, as I get closer to the threshold of this room. In fact, the city's glow is the only light in this space.
