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Why is 13 lucky for me?

Superstition...Thirteen is a scary number, well, for those at least who believe in superstitions. For me, it has always been one of the luckiest digits (along with 8). Yep, picture me on Friday the 13th basking in all good luck there is, and some more. I usually get new assignments, meet amazing people and just automatically feel blessed. Why? I'm not exactly sure, but I know this much: on the thirteenth of each month, I wake up knowing that everything would be different. And in a good way. I simply tune in to all the positive stuff that could come my way, and attract it.Therefore, it is only natural that my 13th blog post should be about this number (being at least half Paranormal Romance Author, after all). And the number 13 certainly appears in everything supernatural. I guess only time will tell whether my luck worked this time as well. Oh well, if it didn't, I will have to use some magic on the nearest Friday the 13th. Just kidding (sort of). I do believe though that our thoughts and wishes create the most powerful magic in this world. Think about it, those who dream big most of the times end up changing the whole world, and our perception about things.The Curse...And still, more and more people are scared of the number thirteen. Why? Have we forgotten, that once it was a true blessing? That there were 13 apostles present during the Last Dinner? But even if someone isn't religious, when things seem bad, they might just be blessings in disguise. Nothing has a meaning on its own, unless we associate it with something. Good or bad. And, sadly for poor 13, people tend to correlate it to something negative, or occasionally evil.Some claim that if your name has 13 letters in it, you are cursed. Yeah, I rushed off and counted mine, too, don't worry. Hmm, my luck might come from the fact that mine has only 10 letters... Anyway, the point is that whatever people believe, a lot of them cringe when they hear this number. Even if they aren't superstitious, they still feel something is different that day. But how did we jump from it being a Biblical number to becoming the number of pure evil?Traditionally, thirteen witches formed a coven, and several fateful events (and often tragic ones) started on Friday the 13th. And, although witches aren't evil (unless they use very nasty black magic), the idea itself has manifested in many stories, further mystifying the meaning behind this number and what it stands for. Think about the law of attraction (and also the power in numbers). Whatever people think about becomes true, and the more people think the same thing, the more effective that manifestation will be, and the quicker it will manifest. So, it isn't that difficult to change the entire meaning of a number (like it happened in the case of 13) even overnight. (I am currently readingThe Secret, and I couldn't agree more with its teachings.)Positive Thinking...But anyway, whenever someone tells me they are scared of a black cat or the number 13, I tell them something I read many years ago. It goes like this: "If you think you can do it, you are right. If you think you can't, you are right". Now, I tend to interpret this in terms of the number itself: "If you think it has a hold over you, you are right. If you think it doesn't, you are right." So, it all comes back to the way we think about it, right?I'm not saying that superstition and bad luck aren't real. They do exist, very much so. And I'm not an expert, far from it, trust me. I'm not sure whether what works for me would work for you, too. All I know is this: believing that 13 was my lucky number has worked for me for years. Maybe this is another type of superstition, I wouldn't be able to tell. But I know that I couldn't be happier that I got to my thirteenth post, and I also know that I remembered to 'remember' the number itself for a reason. I made it special by making it special. You see, even I'm giving it my full attention right now, further enhancing its power. Although, this time, the pure, unbiased magic that's behind it all: I'm tapping into the magic of associating it with a positive, lucky meaning, thus shaping my own reality to my liking. It is fun, I have to give it that!Reality...The next thing on my list is to get a black cat. Oh, I almost forgot... Ididhave one, for 8 years, to be exact. You see? Eight and thirteen, hmm. But anyway, that will be another story. For now, I will leave you to decide what you make out of my 'lucky 13'. I would also love to hear your opinion. Do you get up feeling nervous on the 13th day of every month? Or do you have an inexplicable feeling of excitement whenever the Sun rises on that particular morning?  Or does it have no effect on you, whatsoever? And what is your favorite story that involves the number 13 (or any other superstition)?As always, thanks for taking the time to read my post and I hope you have a lovely time, whatever you plan to do next :)Love,Timea x

My 13th Blog Post - Superstition versus Reality

Thirteen is a scary number, well, for those at least who believe in superstitions. For me, it has always been one of the luckiest digits (along with 8). Yep, picture me on Friday the 13th basking in all good luck there is, and some more. I usually get new assignments, meet amazing people and just automatically feel blessed. Why? I'm not exactly sure, but I know this much: on the thirteenth of each month, I wake up knowing that everything would be different. And in a good way. I simply tune in to all the positive stuff that could come my way, and attract it.Therefore, it is only natural that my 13th blog post should be about this number (being at least half Paranormal Romance Author, after all). And the number 13 certainly appears in everything supernatural. I guess only time will tell whether my luck worked this time as well. Oh well, if it didn't, I will have to use some magic on the nearest Friday the 13th. Just kidding (sort of). I do believe though that our thoughts and wishes create the most powerful magic in this world. Think about it, those who dream big most of the times end up changing the whole world, and our perception about things.And still, more and more people are scared of the number thirteen. Why? Have we forgotten, that once it was a true blessing? That there were 13 apostles present during the Last Dinner? But even if someone isn't religious, when things seem bad, they might just be blessings in disguise. Nothing has a meaning on its own, unless we associate it with something. Good or bad. And, sadly for poor 13, people tend to correlate it to something negative, or occasionally evil.Some claim that if your name has 13 letters in it, you are cursed. Yeah, I rushed off and counted mine, too, don't worry. Hmm, my luck might come from the fact that mine has only 10 letters... Anyway, the point is that whatever people believe, a lot of them cringe when they hear this number. Even if they aren't superstitious, they still feel something is different that day. But how did we jump from it being a Biblical number to becoming the number of pure evil?Traditionally, thirteen witches formed a coven, and several fateful events (and often tragic ones) started on Friday the 13th. And, although witches aren't evil (unless they use very nasty black magic), the idea itself has manifested in many stories, further mystifying the meaning behind this number and what it stands for. Think about the law of attraction (and also the power in numbers). Whatever people think about becomes true, and the more people think the same thing, the more effective that manifestation will be, and the quicker it will manifest. So, it isn't that difficult to change the entire meaning of a number (like it happened in the case of 13) even overnight. (I am currently readingThe Secret, and I couldn't agree more with its teachings.)But anyway, whenever someone tells me they are scared of a black cat or the number 13, I tell them something I read many years ago. It goes like this: "If you think you can do it, you are right. If you think you can't, you are right". Now, I tend to interpret this in terms of the number itself: "If you think it has a hold over you, you are right. If you think it doesn't, you are right." So, it all comes back to the way we think about it, right?I'm not saying that superstition and bad luck aren't real. They do exist, very much so. And I'm not an expert, far from it, trust me. I'm not sure whether what works for me would work for you, too. All I know is this: believing that 13 was my lucky number has worked for me for years. Maybe this is another type of superstition, I wouldn't be able to tell. But I know that I couldn't be happier that I got to my thirteenth post, and I also know that I remembered to 'remember' the number itself for a reason. I made it special by making it special. You see, even I'm giving it my full attention right now, further enhancing its power. Although, this time, the pure, unbiased magic that's behind it all: I'm tapping into the magic of associating it with a positive, lucky meaning, thus shaping my own reality to my liking. It is fun, I have to give it that!The next thing on my list is to get a black cat. Oh, I almost forgot... Ididhave one, for 8 years, to be exact. You see? Eight and thirteen, hmm. But anyway, that will be another story. For now, I will leave you to decide what you make out of my 'lucky 13'. I would also love to hear your opinion. Do you get up feeling nervous on the 13th day of every month? Or do you have an inexplicable feeling of excitement whenever the Sun rises on that particular morning?  Or does it have no effect on you, whatsoever? And what is your favorite story that involves the number 13 (or any other superstition)?As always, thanks for taking the time to read my post and I hope you have a lovely time, whatever you plan to do next :)Love,Timea x

Fifty Shades of Grey from my perspective

Singular Taste...I thought I would give you my honest opinion on books I've read, and what could be a better 'appetizer' thanFifty Shades of Grey by E L James? Especially because the trilogy was the first erotic story I ever read. I meanever. But it wasn't like I rushed to the store to get a copy as soon as I could, no. On the contrary, actually.When the books first became a real success, I didn't want to read the phenomenon everyone was talking about. Call it me being stubborn, or ignorant, or both. The truth is I normally don't buy something just because the majority likes it. Why should I follow the crowd, when I have my own, 'singular' taste, right? I need something that catches my attention, a tiny detail or element that magically makes me fall in love with the book at first sight. Well,Fifty Shades of Greylacked that for me - at first.But then one of my friends told me that this was exactly what I (what everyone) needed. So, at that time my curiosity took over and I said why not, and she handed me the books, one by one. What happened next? The books were sitting on my shelf for three months. Why? Because I still wasn't that interested.Innocence...It wasn't until she started asking me when would she be getting her favorite books back that I made up my mind. I finally picked up the courage to flip the covers and start reading. But no, the 'miracle' didn't happen for me, I still wasn't convinced. The story started at an extremely slow pace for my liking (and not just for an erotic story, but books in general), and I didn't connect with Anastasia (although, as it turned out, we do have a lot of things in common).But it might just have been my 'innocence' talking that time, and my fear of discovering my true self. How could I have possibly enjoyed a book that was all about sex, and in such a descriptive, erotic (and kinky) way? That would have been outrageous, unacceptable, and something I couldn't have taken back. Once you admit that you are attracted to this stuff, nothing will stop you from going down that particular 'dark path' that leads to steamy erotica (and, in my case, nothing stopped me from going down that path towards writing hot, steamy, kinky erotica). Yeah, the book certainly isn't for the faint hearted, and after so many years, I have so much to thank E L James for. Although she didn't introduce me to writing erotica per se, her book was the first one I read in the genre. And, even if I never admitted it openly, the first one that made me think outside the box (or, in this case, outside vanilla).Something Changed...So, what kept me reading? The very thing that didn't let me accept what got me hooked in the first place: the promise behind the story. The fact that it was different, blatant and unique at the time. I kept reading, because I wanted to find out the truth behind the characters, behind my own lack of courage. The more I got along in the story, the more sense it made (and the less sense it made, all at the same time). I still can't say I'm a huge fan, but I must give E L James this much: it must have taken a tremendous amount of courage to come out with something like this. I know from my own experience how much courage my first erotic story took. And trust me, it was a lot. I kept thinking what will my parents say, what will the whole world say, stuff like that. But today, writing erotica couldn't come more naturally to me. It's as if I found my true self in the process.That time I thought about some of the elements inFifty Shadesas bizarre, as something I wouldn't do (or think about) in a million years. Yeah, that was then, a few years back. I guess I don't have to say that my friend got her books back, and they didn't have too many creases from my bookmarks. Well, yeah, if you thought I was ignorant, then add novice in erotica, too. Of course, since then I wrote many stories of my version of the genre, so I'm definitely not casting any stones here (on the contrary). And even though I didn't like the story that much when I read it, I still loved the writing style and E L James' ability to create hundreds of unique sex scenes within the same book. Now that takes real talent!The Inspiration...Did you know that the novel was self-published originally? Of course, I didn't find that out till years later, and that time I was nowhere near an erotica author. Today, obviously, my views are completely different. Maybe if I read the trilogy again, my view on it would change, too. Because, everything changed since then.Ichanged. And, funny enough, although I say I'm not a particular fan, it doesn't stop me from referring to her achievement on a daily basis. And, of course, it doesn't stop me from admiring her for creating something of this caliber, either. She will never cease to inspire me, encouraging me to carry on and write some more.Okay, so here comes my opinion based on what I know now: if you are looking for a decent read in BDSM erotica, one that has an interesting backstory to it, too, then you should probably check it out (I added a link to the picture, to make your search easier). It has a lot of hot stuff in it, including spanking. Oh, yes, if you read some of my stories, you will know by now that this is one of my favorite elements, too (yeah, I know, people do change over time - a lot). I guess I just needed to open up. All in all, thank you E L James for 'initiating' that process.

Fifty Shades of Grey from my perspective - more than a review

I thought I would give you my honest opinion on books I've read, and what could be a better 'appetizer' thanFifty Shades of Grey by E L James? Especially because the trilogy was the first erotic story I ever read. I meanever. But it wasn't like I rushed to the store to get a copy as soon as I could, no. On the contrary, actually.When the books first became a real success, I didn't want to read the phenomenon everyone was talking about. Call it me being stubborn, or ignorant, or both. The truth is I normally don't buy something just because the majority likes it. Why should I follow the crowd, when I have my own, 'singular' taste, right? I need something that catches my attention, a tiny detail or element that magically makes me fall in love with the book at first sight. Well,Fifty Shades of Greylacked that for me - at first.But then one of my friends told me that this was exactly what I (what everyone) needed. So, at that time my curiosity took over and I said why not, and she handed me the books, one by one. What happened next? The books were sitting on my shelf for three months. Why? Because I still wasn't that interested.It wasn't until she started asking me when would she be getting her favorite books back that I made up my mind. I finally picked up the courage to flip the covers and start reading. But no, the 'miracle' didn't happen for me, I still wasn't convinced. The story started at an extremely slow pace for my liking (and not just for an erotic story, but books in general), and I didn't connect with Anastasia (although, as it turned out, we do have a lot of things in common).But it might just have been my 'innocence' talking that time, and my fear of discovering my true self. How could I have possibly enjoyed a book that was all about sex, and in such a descriptive, erotic (and kinky) way? That would have been outrageous, unacceptable, and something I couldn't have taken back. Once you admit that you are attracted to this stuff, nothing will stop you from going down that particular 'dark path' that leads to steamy erotica (and, in my case, nothing stopped me from going down that path towards writing hot, steamy, kinky erotica). Yeah, the book certainly isn't for the faint hearted, and after so many years, I have so much to thank E L James for. Although she didn't introduce me to writing erotica per se, her book was the first one I read in the genre. And, even if I never admitted it openly, the first one that made me think outside the box (or, in this case, outside vanilla).So, what kept me reading? The very thing that didn't let me accept what got me hooked in the first place: the promise behind the story. The fact that it was different, blatant and unique at the time. I kept reading, because I wanted to find out the truth behind the characters, behind my own lack of courage. The more I got along in the story, the more sense it made (and the less sense it made, all at the same time). I still can't say I'm a huge fan, but I must give E L James this much: it must have taken a tremendous amount of courage to come out with something like this. I know from my own experience how much courage my first erotic story took. And trust me, it was a lot. I kept thinking what will my parents say, what will the whole world say, stuff like that. But today, writing erotica couldn't come more naturally to me. It's as if I found my true self in the process.That time I thought about some of the elements inFifty Shadesas bizarre, as something I wouldn't do (or think about) in a million years. Yeah, that was then, a few years back. I guess I don't have to say that my friend got her books back, and they didn't have too many creases from my bookmarks. Well, yeah, if you thought I was ignorant, then add novice in erotica, too. Of course, since then I wrote many stories of my version of the genre, so I'm definitely not casting any stones here (on the contrary). And even though I didn't like the story that much when I read it, I still loved the writing style and E L James' ability to create hundreds of unique sex scenes within the same book. Now that takes real talent!Did you know that the novel was self-published originally? Of course, I didn't find that out till years later, and that time I was nowhere near an erotica author. Today, obviously, my views are completely different. Maybe if I read the trilogy again, my view on it would change, too. Because, everything changed since then.Ichanged. And, funny enough, although I say I'm not a particular fan, it doesn't stop me from referring to her achievement on a daily basis. And, of course, it doesn't stop me from admiring her for creating something of this caliber, either. She will never cease to inspire me, encouraging me to carry on and write some more.Okay, so here comes my opinion based on what I know now: if you are looking for a decent read in BDSM erotica, one that has an interesting backstory to it, too, then you should probably check it out (I added a link to the picture, to make your search easier). It has a lot of hot stuff in it, including spanking. Oh, yes, if you read some of my stories, you will know by now that this is one of my favorite elements, too (yeah, I know, people do change over time - a lot). I guess I just needed to open up. All in all, thank you E L James for 'initiating' that process.

My first Author Interview

The New Year didn't only bring with it a sense of urgency for me. It also brought change, and lots of it. I guess I can already say that this year is going to be full of 'firsts' for me. My first erotica contest, the completion of my first paranormal romance series, my first attempts at experimenting with different sub-genres within erotica... And my promise to post a new story every week. But, going back a bit in time, this year is also host to something incredible: my first author interview.When I started to post erotica stories, I used my long-forgotten pen name, 'Sorseress'. I thought that if I created these naughty bits under a fictitious name, they would be less about me, and more about the stories themselves. I thought that I could stay 'clear', and wouldn't have to admit how much I actually enjoyed penning sexy tales. But I was wrong. I felt a sense of pride, whenever someone read any of my stories, and the more I wrote, the more confident I became. I simply new that I wanted people to know who I was. Gosh, I wanted the whole world to know. I just didn't know how to climb out of the predicament I forced myself in.So, as you can imagine, I couldn't have been more excited, when the request came fromNoveltrove, a website that is home to quality erotic stories (and where later I entered my firsterotic story contest). Some of my stories can be found there for free, and by that time I had plenty of readers, people who were interested in what I had to say. I was like 'really?! they want to know what I think about stuff?' It was exhilarating, I can tell you that much. With trembling hands and an eagerness that was new to me, I jumped at the questions with lightning speed. I think I answered it all in less than 30 minutes, and then sat in front of my laptop for twice that much, biting my nail until it was published. And then I waited some more, biting my nails again, while waiting for my first comment on it.I didn't have to wait for long, and the feeling was intoxicating. I never wanted the 'fame and spotlight' to end. I guess I was drunk on my 'success'. Well, at least to me, that's what it was. And not just because people cared, but also because finallyIdid. I think that was the first time I actually thought it all through, and voiced my real opinion - not only to my readers, but to myself, too. I guess I can thank that interview for a lot of things, but most of all for helping me be honest with myself. I now know what I want, and who I really am. So, thank you, Noveltrove, you really made my day back in January (and I guess my whole year altogether).And even ever since then, when I get a notification that someone has commented on my interview, my heart skips a beat. For us, writers, there is nothing more pleasurable than knowing that our readers care (about our stories, and about us, who created them). Oh, I nearly forgot: those who wanted to have a look and see who's behind the 'curtain', or in other words, what my opinion on writing erotica is, then feel free to have a look here:My first Author's InterviewThe whole thing inspired me to come forth, and I think it was two weeks after the interview that I started to publish the stories under my real name on Amazon. Watch this space, more hot stories are coming your way. As always, thank you for your support. I couldn't have done this without you all. Love, Timea (aka Sorseress) x

Erotica Contest - Or What a Girl Really Wants

I've always been a huge fan of contests (of all sorts). Not that much because of the prizes the organizers dangle in front of you on a honey-string, no. My excitement has nothing to do with the money or the fame that's involved. Okay, fine, it does, but just a tiny part. I don't even have to win (or not necessarily), for it to give me a special buzz.The bigger motivation for me is the rush of adrenaline, the feeling that your work needs to be one of a kind in order to succeed. You put extra effort and sweat into the project, never taking your eyes off the goal. It motivates you, but also drives you towards self-discovery and a higher level of self-expression. You compete against others, but instead of trying to be better than them, you will (albeit unconsciously) try to become better than your own self.And thus you create something special, something unique and specific to the task at hand. And then you wait, and then wait some more. And before you know it, the winners are announced, and you keep wondering where that time has gone. And when you finally realize that the whole thing is over, you will be craving for the next one. And thus, a whole new journey starts. But you will never forget your first, when you lose your 'contest virginity'.And neither did I, although for me, there is another first coming right now. I still remember my first writing contest, which was in Primary School. There were 40 contestants, and we all had to write about the same topic: graduation. We had to say goodbye to our fellow students, in a heart-warming way. Well, I'm still proud of my achievement, because (guess what?) I won. I recall the feeling when I stood up in front of 5,00 people, reciting my lines. I felt like I was the queen of the Universe! Nothing and nobody could stop me. But, just as I said, the feeling was gone, and with it the rush of adrenaline. However, my love for writing stayed with me, albeit dormant for a long time.There were of course many contests to follow, and I think I did pretty well in them. I vaguely recall a poem I wrote for one, and a short story for another. But they weren't that significant, because only one of them could be the ultimate first. Or so I thought. And yet, never in a million years would I have imagined that I will once feel the same way as I did the first time. True, the excitement is always there, but right now, that I've sent in my material for another contest, the familiar feeling returned. And, I guess, this is another first, if there is such a thing.So, what's different this time? Well, a number of things. First of all, while before I was an innocent kid, who knew nothing about the world, now I am a grown-up woman, who writes steamy erotica. And, if you haven't guessed already, that's what the contest is about: hot, kinky, naughty erotica. Which wouldn't be such a surprise in itself, especially considering my promise to create a new erotic story every week. So, in a way, it is nothing special. Okay, I think at this point I should mention the topic, which was a major turning point for me.Hotwifing. Swinging. I thought, wow, could I possibly do this? With no experience whatsoever, what chances do I have? But you know what? I thought that if I could evolve so much during the past year, then I can surely try my hands out on this one. And guess what? As soon as I came up with the plot, it couldn't have been easier - and more natural. I saw all events clearly, as if they truly happened. Just like any of my stories before. I think I learned something really important today, something I'm going to share with you.Just because you don't know something, doesn't mean you shouldn't look into it. If others can do it, then why can't you? Nobody started anything by knowing it inside out, right? It's all a learning process, and as much as contests are for winning, they are also for realizing what you can do. Sometimes you just need to push yourself hard enough (no pun intended), and test your limits. Once you realize that they only exist in your own mind, you become free.I was told that the story turned out really good, and it is a fun read. I sure as hell enjoyed writing it down! It's a story about two couples, two hours to spare and one elevator. Because, if you and your partner are stuck in an elevator with another couple, what could be a better way to spend that time, other than swinging? Find out in'Stuck & Shared', exclusively onNoveltrove(quality home for quality erotic literature).  If you want to read it for FREE, click on the pic:

Kinky Fun With The Hot Hairdresser

The Idea...Have you ever wondered what would happen, should your favorite hairdresser be replaced by a younger, sexier one? Would it be only your hair getting wet, or your knickers, too?A simple, regular activity is behind the idea of Blue Highlights, one of my latest erotic stories. I must admit, at first I found it quite amusing. The protagonist walks into her favorite hair salon, just to find out that her regular hairdresser is off sick, with no prospect of returning anytime soon. But she is on a mission: she wants to get some blue highlights. Being a grey mouse, this could be the perfect opportunity for her to shine and try something new. Except she will get way more than what she bargained for, when the attractive substitute comes to the rescue. Will she chicken out, or is she going to get the hairstyle (and sex) of her life? Have a look to find out ;) Who knows, maybe next time your hairdresser will go missing, too... P.S: No, my hairdresser didn't quit, and I did not get blue highlights (but I was close, except for the sex part).The BlurbHere's the blurb:What do you do, if one day you realize that all your life you have been afraid of even the slightest change? You have never been daring, and don't have any adventures to remember on cold winter nights. Time is running out, and you need to do something radical. Something nobody would expect from you. Something totally different from what your old self would do. Because you are a different person now. Nothing can be as it was before. But what happens when your plans are interrupted by Fate? Will you chicken out, or are you adamant to change your life for good? All it takes is a new haircut and a daring color. But is that really all? Amanda only wants to get a haircut and a daring color, but when she is taken care of by a hot hairdresser, well... Let's just say that not only her hair gets wet...The StoryA tiny taste of the bite-sized erotica:I can feel something cold pouring onto my scalp, making me jump. Philip chuckles, which makes me especially angry. But before I could voice my opinion, his strong fingers find their way into my hair, massaging my scalp gently, and I lose my train of thought. Oh, my, I never thought that washing your hair could be so erotic. I close my eyes, enjoying the way he attends to my hair, as if it was the most beautiful he has ever seen.Oh, stop it, he is just doing his job. It`s not his fault that I haven`t had sex in months, neither is he responsible for his looks. His hand moves downwards, massaging right behind my ears, and a drop of water travels down my spine, sending shivers through my entire body. His hands continue their sweet torture, and then suddenly it`s gone. I want to moan, but thank God I remember in time that I`m in a hair salon, and that we aren`t having passionate sex. Gosh, I don`t even know this guy. And yet I`m having erotic thoughts about him, not to mention the fact that I`m going to leave him in charge of my hair. As if reading my thoughts, he asks suddenly, his voice a tad bit huskier than before:“So, I heard that you wanted some highlights. Let me guess the color.”What?! Is this some kind of game he plays with all of his clients? I try to nod, but doing so splashes a huge amount of water onto my shirt. Crap… He laughs at me again, making my blood boil. I try to forget the fact that not only my shirt became wet during this `incident`. His voice alone could make me cum, I`m sure of it, but I resist the urge. I`m not that desperate. And besides, I`m only here to have a haircut.“Brown.”Brown? Seriously? What does he think of me? I have natural black hair, how could I have brown highlights in it? Nobody would even recognize it. Oh, so he thinks that I`m so predictable, that I would agree to get highlights, but nothing prominent, so I could still get away with it? I clear my throat, somehow more sure than ever that I want to do this.“No. Actually, it`s going be blue. I want blue highlights.”I feel proud of myself. I did it. Whether he actually colors my hair or not doesn`t matter. I just wish I could see the shock on his face, but that would mean another splash of water, and I don`t want that. I`m wet enough already. After a few moments of silence, he starts massaging my head again, but this time he seems to be distracted by something else, as his strokes are irregular and the motion is too slow.“Blue it is then. I guess you are less predictable than I thought.”Did he just insult me? It sure sounded like that, but there was also something else in his voice. But what exactly? Suddenly his fingers graze my neck, sending another shiver along my spine. I can`t believe this, is he doing it on purpose? He is clever, I must admit. His touch is so delicate, one could easily miss it. But not me. Not now, not when he has already turned me on so much. Okay, I might have been horny for a while now, but the way his fingers caress my skin don`t help, either. I want to show him just how unpredictable I can be. But maybe, I want to prove it to myself, too...The BookAnd here's where you can grab yourself a Kindle or Paperback copy (click on the pic):

Blue Highlights - More than just a haircut

Have you ever wondered what would happen, should your favorite hairdresser be replaced by a younger, sexier one? Would it be only your hair getting wet, or your knickers, too?A simple, regular activity is behind the idea of Blue Highlights, one of my latest erotic stories. I must admit, at first I found it quite amusing. The protagonist walks into her favorite hair salon, just to find out that her regular hairdresser is off sick, with no prospect of returning anytime soon. But she is on a mission: she wants to get some blue highlights. Being a grey mouse, this could be the perfect opportunity for her to shine and try something new. Except she will get way more than what she bargained for, when the attractive substitute comes to the rescue. Will she chicken out, or is she going to get the hairstyle (and sex) of her life? Have a look to find out ;) Who knows, maybe next time your hairdresser will go missing, too... P.S: No, my hairdresser didn't quit, and I did not get blue highlights (but I was close, except for the sex part).Here's the blurb:What do you do, if one day you realize that all your life you have been afraid of even the slightest change? You have never been daring, and don't have any adventures to remember on cold winter nights. Time is running out, and you need to do something radical. Something nobody would expect from you. Something totally different from what your old self would do. Because you are a different person now. Nothing can be as it was before. But what happens when your plans are interrupted by Fate? Will you chicken out, or are you adamant to change your life for good? All it takes is a new haircut and a daring color. But is that really all? Amanda only wants to get a haircut and a daring color, but when she is taken care of by a hot hairdresser, well... Let's just say that not only her hair gets wet...A tiny taste of the bite-sized erotica:I can feel something cold pouring onto my scalp, making me jump. Philip chuckles, which makes me especially angry. But before I could voice my opinion, his strong fingers find their way into my hair, massaging my scalp gently, and I lose my train of thought. Oh, my, I never thought that washing your hair could be so erotic. I close my eyes, enjoying the way he attends to my hair, as if it was the most beautiful he has ever seen.Oh, stop it, he is just doing his job. It`s not his fault that I haven`t had sex in months, neither is he responsible for his looks. His hand moves downwards, massaging right behind my ears, and a drop of water travels down my spine, sending shivers through my entire body. His hands continue their sweet torture, and then suddenly it`s gone. I want to moan, but thank God I remember in time that I`m in a hair salon, and that we aren`t having passionate sex. Gosh, I don`t even know this guy. And yet I`m having erotic thoughts about him, not to mention the fact that I`m going to leave him in charge of my hair. As if reading my thoughts, he asks suddenly, his voice a tad bit huskier than before:“So, I heard that you wanted some highlights. Let me guess the color.”What?! Is this some kind of game he plays with all of his clients? I try to nod, but doing so splashes a huge amount of water onto my shirt. Crap… He laughs at me again, making my blood boil. I try to forget the fact that not only my shirt became wet during this `incident`. His voice alone could make me cum, I`m sure of it, but I resist the urge. I`m not that desperate. And besides, I`m only here to have a haircut.“Brown.”Brown? Seriously? What does he think of me? I have natural black hair, how could I have brown highlights in it? Nobody would even recognize it. Oh, so he thinks that I`m so predictable, that I would agree to get highlights, but nothing prominent, so I could still get away with it? I clear my throat, somehow more sure than ever that I want to do this.“No. Actually, it`s going be blue. I want blue highlights.”I feel proud of myself. I did it. Whether he actually colors my hair or not doesn`t matter. I just wish I could see the shock on his face, but that would mean another splash of water, and I don`t want that. I`m wet enough already. After a few moments of silence, he starts massaging my head again, but this time he seems to be distracted by something else, as his strokes are irregular and the motion is too slow.“Blue it is then. I guess you are less predictable than I thought.”Did he just insult me? It sure sounded like that, but there was also something else in his voice. But what exactly? Suddenly his fingers graze my neck, sending another shiver along my spine. I can`t believe this, is he doing it on purpose? He is clever, I must admit. His touch is so delicate, one could easily miss it. But not me. Not now, not when he has already turned me on so much. Okay, I might have been horny for a while now, but the way his fingers caress my skin don`t help, either. I want to show him just how unpredictable I can be. But maybe, I want to prove it to myself, too...And here's where you can grab yourself a Kindle or Paperback copy (click on the pic):

Hazards of writing Erotica - or be careful where you write

Okay, so you have the perfect plot ready, with hunky guys and damsels in distress (or anything else that you fancy, really). You have it all figured out in your mind, from the first line to the steamier parts. But is it that simple? You just come up with hot characters and a compelling story and write it down? One would think that when it comes to erotica, coming up with the idea is the hardest (no pun intended). Well, think again! Whether it is your own fantasy, or something that raised your interest, there are always a few setbacks to the process.And I'm not talking about writers' block this time. There are other hazards when one is writing (or reading) erotica. Like the fact that you can't really finish a story without 'finishing' yourself. The story won't come to life until we 'come' ourselves. Okay, okay, I'm sure you all get the point by now. Us, writers tend to distance ourselves from our characters and stories, but for a little while, we can`t avoid being part of it all.Otherwise how could we make the tension between the characters convincing and arousing? We need to be there, we need to experience it bit by bit, word by word. It's as if a porn movie was playing in our minds, just this time we are the actors, as well as the scriptwriters.So here comes the first hazard: you need to stop every now and then, admiring your work, releasing your own tension, or simply dreaming up the next saucy bit. Of course, some of us will agree that this is the whole point, that we write these stories down, because we want to get aroused ourselves.But an erection/ dripping pussy surely isn't always an advantage, especially if the inspiration hits us in the park, on the train, or in any other public place. Or, God forbid, when we are having a decent lunch with our spouse's parents. And we all know that when we have the right plot in mind, it will keep disturbing us until we give in. Regardless of where we are. And those times we can't really act on the passion that our story invokes. Well, not if we don't want to experience our fantasies for real or go to jail (or both).But hey, if this happens, it shows that the story is really working, so you should be proud of yourself! If you got aroused, then most probably your readers will, too. Let's just hope that they choose to read it in the privacy of their homes…And not just this, but also if you are working to a strict deadline, then having to stop, because you are turned on isn't “nice” either. Oh, well, I don`t think we mind though…Another hazard is the total opposite. Some erotica writers might argue that because they write about the topic so intensively, the real thing loses its importance, its magic. They neglect their lovers (and themselves), their libido being four feet under the ground and intending to stay there.Think about it this way: for some people this is like eating their favorite food. It is good in a small dose, but too much good can be bad, too. And if someone writes about sex day in, day out, then there is a risk of becoming burnt out. Can you imagine eating your favorite chocolate every day, just to wake up the next morning realizing that all you have is chocolate again? True, there is white, black, milk, nutty, filled and plain, but they are still chocolates, none-the-less. You start to feel that you need a break, that you don`t want any more chocolate, although at first you thought that there wasn't an amount you wouldn't have been able to devour.Or things could get even worse: we could put our expectations so high, that they become nearly impossible to match, so our sexual life doesn't live up to the standards we set in our stories. Okay, we can all admit that our stories usually involve perfect (or nearly perfect) characters, ones that anybody can be drawn to. Therefore, this alone is hard to match in reality, and these fantasies could lead to more serious problems. Break-ups, divorces, cheating, frustration, etc.Let's go further. Another version is when you don't even need sex, because you get enough steam from your stories. And that's fine, right until the point when you become obsessed. You start to write more, just for the sake of escaping reality. And you start to neglect your other duties, too, like taking a bath or brushing your teeth, or doing exercise, or cleaning your room. You slowly, but surely become glued to your chair, never leaving the comfort of your imagination.These might be quite radical examples, but I'm sure you get the point. Whenever we write erotica, there needs to be a balance. A balance between fantasy and reality, a balance between work and pleasure (quite literally). Neither of them come first, but walk side by side instead.I would love to hear your version of these extremes. Have you ever took writing (or reading) erotica to one of these levels? These situations make us laugh sometimes, especially when we get the urge to actupon our stories in public, but they can be quite uncomfortable, too…

Does 'happy ending' really exist?

First we have to define what a 'happy ending' really is. Isn't the phrase itself a bit contradictory? How can something be happy when it's about to end? Of course, in a story we can say that if a couple finally finds their way into each others' arms and shares a passionate kiss (or a passionate night), get married, look back at their life and feel happy, that's an 'official' happy ending. A conclusion to the story that's being told. Okay, so the story (or book) ends, but where does that leave the characters? Aren't they just at the beginning, rather than the end?I once heard that every story can have a happy ending, it only depends on where you end it. I couldn't agree more! Just think about it. The author has full authority to decide where to end the story, thus creating an ending, but that doesn't mean that the story truly ends there. Sometimes we don't want to know what happens after that blissful moment, because it's enough to know that the couple is happy right there and then. Whether they will become a screaming, arguing shadow of themselves in let's say ten years' time or live happily ever after, it doesn't matter. Personally I love stories that start after that happy ending, or ones that go beyond. I enjoy a glimpse behind that particular curtain, and find out what happens when the purple fog has subsided and there aren't anymore butterflies. But that's just me.I guess deep down everyone needs closure. When readers become fond of characters, they root for them, wanting them to achieve all the happiness they deserve. They need to know that the characters "will be okay". They might be creations of one's mind, but can take on a deeper meaning than that. When we read something, it's totally up to our imagination to interpret what's written down. We read between the lines, and even give the story a meaning the author didn't even think about. The characters have a life of their own. While reading about their struggles, heartbreak and achievements, they become part of our lives.And the happy ending? Well, that's crucial in this process. Letting them go in a positive, reassuring way helps with our conscience and sense of our own achievement. Maybe it really doesn't matter what happens after the last chapter. Maybe the whole point is to make the impossible possible. To achieve the unachievable. To create an ending that couldn't be happier. Or rather a happy beginning. I think I like that version more, whenever I write. To give readers a sense of a happy beginning, which is also the end of the story of course, but includes way more than that. It creates a promise. A promise that won't be fulfilled, but that's not its purpose anyway. It simply needs to be there.Sometimes that's all we need. The possibility for things to get better. So, there is always a happy ending when it also means the beginning of something even happier. Time will tell the rest (and in this case, our imagination). I would say that the same applies to life itself. With a little bit of imagination, we can see that promise in our day to day life. Every day brings us a new promise, a new chance at a happy ending (or rather happy beginning). We just need to make sure we don't miss that chance.So, yes, happy endings are as real as the stories (or the characters) themselves. In real life, well, I think a happy-in-between is equally important. Okay, I think I will go now and create another happy beginning. Bye for now, and don't forget: the choice is yours, so why not make the next day another happy beginning? Time will pass anyway, so we might as well enjoy every minute.Love xTimea