How could I possibly be so lucky? How?

When I was in NYC, I wrote about that joy, the kind that just bubbles up and escapes in smiles and spontaneous laughter… I just feel that. And sexy. And wanted. And desire.

Hours and hours of talking on the phone about everything with of round of delicious phone sex, that had me fall asleep on him/her, cuddling my phone.  I woke up to “Sweet dreams” messages, that were so… wonderful… the bubbly joy made me teary.