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dcnovice -> Capital Quartet (6/20/2009 7:38:24 PM)
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I was idling the afternoon away, wondering what to do, when I saw a post from Trappedinamuseum (Trapped), telling me that Daddysredhead (Red) and Christinestill (Christine) were heading to downtown DC and would I please put my phone on. (I go months without remembering to carry, much less turn on, my cell phone). Eventually, the phone rang, and it was Red's made-for-a-900-number voice, silkily telling me that she and Christine needed a change of scenery and would I be up for hanging out with them.
Hmm. Spend a few more hours, eyes glazing all the while, staring at the screen or hit the streets with two of the hottest mamas on CM? Yeah, that was a tough call. We met at Kramer Books on Connecticut Avenue. It was my first time meeting the fabulous Christine, and her blonde mane is even more impressive in person! We sauntered--no death march this time; I had shinsplints--up the avenue to a coffee shop and commandeered a table with great people watching and a welcome breeze. And we talked and talked and talked. How we were doing. The ups and downs of romantic life. Job-search woes. You name it.
After we'd been there for a bit, Trapped joined us, and we talked some more. Then we made our way to the Pleasure Place "naughty shop," for which Red had a gift certificate. We had a blast looking at everything from anal beads to rhinestone collars to thigh-high boots in red patent leather. Christine tried on a fabulous red feathered mask, and I found myself quietly wondering if some items came with instructions. Red found some goodies, and I think Trapped found something too.
Then we jaydashed across four lanes of traffic to hit the Leather Rack. We oohed and aahed over floggers and crops, and Red conducted an impromptu workshop on impact play. I still have the marks. [:)] We stimulated the economy a bit there too, good citizens that we are.
Next we crossed Connecticut again (at a light this time) to dine at the Polo India restaurant. We swiftly discovered that we'd found the one place in town that wasn't air conditioned, but we braved it anyway and were rewarded with a divine meal and, of course, more wonderfully kinky conversation. By the time we finished, night had fallen, and it was actually cooler outside than in.
Then, alas, we had to part. I walked my temporary harem (far sexier than I deserved) to the Metro, and we all swapped hugs. They headed off toward home, and I ambled back to my place, delighted that the fates had sent me such lovely company.
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