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Grab yourself a 'Special Cup of Coffee', for FREE

Although I'm not talking about an actual cup of hot, steaming caffeine, I can assure you that it is hot and steamy alright. 'A Special Cup of Coffee - Pain and Pleasure' is FREE to download for a limited time (only till the end of tomorrow, the 22nd of February).So, if you haven't read this delicious short story yet, please relax, you still have time (although not much) to grab a Kindle copy. Ready? Not yet? How about a little sip to awaken your taste buds? (And probably other organs, too).Caution: do not grab yourself a REAL cup of coffee while reading, because it cana, get cold, thus you will waste the heavenly liquidb, spill all over you (and not in the way it happens in the story - unless you are reading it with your partner, of course)Scrap that, if you ARE reading it with a partner, then you definitely need to grab a real cup of coffee, too. Why? Keep reading to find out ;) As always, a like, share, and your opinion is much appreciated.  If you feel like you want to review the bite-sized book, I will also be ever so grateful (but of course, it isn't an obligation).Thank you ever so much, and enjoy the read (and the coffee).Here is the blurb:"A shy and painfully single woman's attempt at getting laid at a bar. The night holds a few surprises! She agrees to a `special cup of coffee` with the hot bartender. But he never mentioned anything about the handcuffs and blindfold..."Here is the little sip from the cup of pain and pleasure (lots of pleasure):"`Don`t worry, this is a first for me, too...`Ah, is that supposed to comfort me? Very promising. I try to pull on the restraints, but he has tied me up tightly. My heart is pounding, and I can`t see a thing because of the blindfold. All I can do is wait helplessly until he figures out his next move, wondering how could I have gotten myself into this mess. A mere hour ago I was sitting at the bar, minding my own business, drinking heavily, as if there was no tomorrow. Right up to the moment when the bartender offered to make me a special cup of coffee. Which I`m still waiting for, by the way. Just saying. Okay, I wasn`t that naïve to think that we would actually be drinking coffee, cuddling on his couch, no. And as I said, I didn`t want that anyway. I wanted hot, steamy, and kinky sex. And although he hasn`t touched me yet, not in that way anyway, this whole situation is kinky alright.`Just try to relax and clear your mind…`He is really getting into this. Does he have a guidebook that he is citing from? I must admit that hearing his voice alone makes me shiver all over. It is sexy as hell, and I can already feel the previous dampness of my thong worsening by the minute. I wonder how long is he going to keep me suspended like this? It`s funny how you lose all of your senses when you can`t see. No kidding! Although I can hear his voice, but only when he allows me to, and I still can`t tell where it`s coming from. For all I know he could be standing in the doorway, ready to lock me in, leaving me to suffer for God knows how long. I sure as hell hope he isn`t planning to make that special cup of coffee right now.But judging by what he just said, I guess I need to do the opposite. In fact, my mind is the only thing that`s working perfectly well right now. And my survival instincts, of course. I begin to regret that I didn`t listen to my friends. I should have waited for this kind of kink until I knew the guy, let alone trusted him. Oh my God, I don`t even know his name!`You might feel a little bit cold. Try not to wiggle too much, okay?`Okay, I was wrong. All my nerves are on edge, and I want to scream from the ice-cold sensation that`s burning my left nipple right now. Little bit cold? Whatever he put on me makes me want to swear and scream, except I can`t. All I can give out is a tiny whimper through my gritted teeth. I want to tell him to stop, to let me go, feeling embarrassed and exposed all of a sudden. But as quickly as the thought forms in the back of my mind, it evaporates just as quickly when he takes my erect nipple into his mouth. His hot, wet tongue is a relief from the ice-cold sensation, and yet it feels a tad bit more painful, maybe because I am more sensitive than I ever was. He bites down gently, and I can feel the coldness on my right nipple, while he is stroking my left one with his tongue. I gasp, getting lost in the mixed sensations of hot and cold, pain and pleasure. But it doesn`t last long, and as much as I wanted him to stop at first, now I wish that he would continue the sweet torture. An involuntary moan leaves my lips, and he lets out a small chuckle.`Don`t worry, I have only just started...`"And here is the link:https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MYFTIGS

Behind the Story - My Hitch-Hiking Valentine

Okay, let me preface this: no, I did not pick up a sinfully attractive stranger in my car and I did not have hot, kinky sex with him on Valentine`s Day (or any other day). Actually, I don`t even own a car. But it was Valentine`s Day. I got inspired. Not because I had hot, kinky sex, but rather because I did not. Yes, you read that right. Writing about something doesn`t mean that it happens to the author herself (sadly). I was bored, but more importantly I had a lot of time to think (and write). I was in the mood for some fun, but believe it or not, I find writing erotica equally fun and arousing as the act itself. Okay, sort of.But anyway, I thought why not? I had this kinky idea for a reason (and not necessarily so I can pick up the next stranger while it`s pouring down with rain). I started to write it all down. I imagined that I was a frustrated, horny, naughty woman, who was about to go on a blind date. With a man she has never even seen. I would imagine that this scenario is pretty common, right? I guess we just never know if he will turn out to be a serial killer or Mr Right, right? Hmm, that gave me another idea. But that`s another story, for another day. Today is all about Mr Right.Basically, I wanted to create something for all of those who celebrate Valentine`s Day (or any other day) on their own. I want them (you) to know that you have all the power you need to turn things around (if you want to, that is). Sometimes all you need is a good book and a glass of vine (or a box of chocolates, or a box of tissues, depending on your mood). Regardless of your circumstances, it is very important for you to know that you are special and amazing. And I don`t want to sound like a relationship coach or some guru who knows everything about everything - I don`t. I am just human, and I have good days, bad days, horny days, awful days, and then those that simply suck and when I want to climb back under the covers (or under my books` covers).No matter how you feel, rest assured that there are others out there, who feel the same. Exactly at the same time. I might be one of them. And maybe, just maybe, one of my stories can make you feel like you aren`t alone anymore. Miracles can happen, and not just in stories. Even if you let Fate take over and form the rest of that day, making it special. Okay, the original idea was V day, but then again, every day is special. It doesn`t have to rain, nor do you need to be a top model to embark on a new adventure.Just like in any other story of mine, there are inhibitions that need to be destroyed, and the protagonist isn`t happy with her life (or herself). But by making her see herself through a man`s eyes (a man`s, who would do anything for her) can change everything. Sometimes all it takes is a few words, or a smile, or some hot, kinky sex. Or a stranger to ask for a ride, in the middle of nowhere, on Valentine`s Day. You can`t refuse him, can you? And when he tells you how sexy you are, you need to believe him. He wants you, and only you. If you think that 'My Hitch-Hiking Valentine' can convince you that you are special, then have a look. Or if you want to read about a fun, hot and kinky adventure (or if you are bored, or simply like my writing style in general).I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and remember, it`s all about your pleasure and your dreams. You are special, don`t ever forget that!Love,Timea x

The Bucket List - One Story at a Time

New Year`s Eve has come and gone. In fact, it is already the middle of February. Some of you might say that it is early on in the year, but then those same people will be shocked a few days later, realizing that it`s already the 31st of December. Okay, this might be a far fetch, but I certainly looked at the calendar several days this week, wondering where has the time disappeared to? The year only just started, I still remember writing that particular list… But it isn`t just about the bucket lists, no. Days, weeks, months, even years go by without us noticing it. When we look back, we sigh and swoon, remembering all the good times, wondering about the ‘what ifs’. It is very likely that we create a bucket list on (or just before) New Year`s Eve, hoping – no, promising to ourselves that this year is going to be different. And then, exactly one year later we duplicate the process, probably with the same success. Do you still have the same things written down as those you did ten years ago? Or you didn`t even bother this year?I recently read a funny post that went something like this: “My goal for this year is to lose 10kg. I only have 15 to go.” It isn`t that funny if you think about the opportunities we miss. Bucket lists have existed since people started to make promises to themselves. But it is very unlikely that those promises get fulfilled. There is nothing wrong with dreaming big, on the contrary! However, dreams are nothing without action. And even those who are so ready to act upon those promises end up realizing just before Christmas that out of the 100 items, there are still 89 outstanding and only a few days to go. They are then facing a new dilemma: how the hell are they going to squeeze in 89 activities until the new list is due? On the other hand, it also means that they ticked off 11 items. It only depends on the way you look at it, and how often you add to the list, I guess.For me, bucket lists gained a new meaning this year. Why? Because the list I made inspired me to create one of my erotic short stories (no kidding!), “The Bucket List”, and its second part, “Bucket List 2 – Damsel in Distress”. I`m not saying that there are any naughty bits on my original list (but I`m also not saying that there aren`t). You might remember that last time I was telling you about my reasons for starting to write erotica. Well, I sure have come a long way since then. I now have three short stories published on Amazon, another 20 on Noveltrove, with the next few in line. I made the whole thing “official”, so to speak, which kind of puts me in a “difficult” situation.One idea followed another, and having a few stories in my pocket, I decided to publish a short story every week. And what`s difficult about it? Nothing so far. I love what I do, and when people read my stories, I couldn`t be happier. It`s an interesting, uplifting and exciting experience, one that I wouldn`t swap for anything. But here comes the tricky part: once you make your plans public, you show a sense of urgency and dedication. It isn`t only about you anymore. You made a promise to your readers, too, so if you don`t deliver, you let them down.In a way, this is also an insurance policy, if you like. Just think about it: by making sure others are aware of your list, you know that they will remember what you promised, maybe even remind you from time to time when you forgot to tick the next item off. And believe me, I have plenty of people nudging me, so I have my motivation to continue.So, please stay tuned, and have a look at my expanded Author Profile on Amazon to find out a little bit more. The long-awaited fourth book in the series ‘Her First and Last Secret Admirer’ is coming in MAY 2017, and a new short story will be added to the repertoire every week till then, just to make the wait worth your while. As always, your feedback is welcomed. I would love to know what you think, either about this post, my books or short stories or my writing style (or anything else, really). My stories are all about YOU, so I aim to make sure you have the best experience possible while enjoying my work. I hope to inspire and reach more people, so a like / comment / share would also be appreciated. Thank you, as always.Love,Timea

How does one start to write erotica? My not-so-fab story

Up until recently I was convinced that the process is simple: you either already have a flare for this particular genre, or you start with romance and then start experimenting. Although I would have never thought that my path would lead me to the discovery, that me, too, would once write anything saucier than my existing novels. And alas, Fate took its turn, gently pushing me into a direction I wasn`t sure I wanted to take.About a year ago I lost my job, which made me realize that now at least I would have plenty of time to write. What could go wrong? But of course, things weren`t as easy as I first thought. Most of my time was consumed by job search, so indeed there was very few hours left for me to give in to my passion. Furthermore, I was exhausted by the end of the day, feeling rejected, unwanted even. You could think that this would have been the moment when I thought "OK, I`m not getting any satisfaction elsewhere, so let`s write erotica." Yeah, some people might do that, but I wasn`t there yet. Although an idea started to form in my mind. What if I could find a way to utilize my writing skills, offering short stories to people?It seemed like a brilliant idea, and it didn`t take long for me to find a website where I could advertise my "services". Of course I couldn`t be too picky, and I was never sure what the next assignment would be. I was praying for it to work, and it did. Soon the orders started coming in, and only after two days I was facing my biggest dilemma: to write or not to write erotica. I was approached by a company, who wanted me to create a short erotic story for them, which would then appear on their website under a pseudo name. And although I was a bit reluctant at first, deep down I knew that I wanted to try it out. What could I possibly lose, right?And I must admit, I enjoyed it. Very much so. And I found out a lot of things about myself. One assignment followed another, and I started to realize that I wanted to create my own erotic stories, too. Slowly, but surely I opened up, moving on to other genres as well. Now I can proudly say, that my fourth book is on its way, along with a few others. I have tried horror, thriller, mystery, crime and even children` s stories since then. And of course some more romance and erotica. I soon realized that it intrigues me, just as much as anything else does that`s related to writing.It became a passion, and those who read my stories know that I really take my characters seriously (well, except for those times, when I don`t). So, all in all, I guess everyone has to start somewhere, and I can only tell you my opinion about the topic, but I have to say that writing erotica made me grow up and embrace who I really am. Although all of the characters and events in my stories are pure fiction, it is always nice to step into the main character`s shoes for a little while.Stay tuned, and I shall share some of those stories with you shortly, along with some thriller and crime. Okay, I will get back to writing now, instead of "talking" about it, so that I can keep my promise.

Trying

So I have been quiet for a while. For a long time actually. I could make up an excuse and say that I was extremely busy writing and didn`t have time. Which would even be partially true. But only partially. I`m sure all of you have felt at some point the urge to keep away from everyone for a little while. To be alone with your own thoughts, away from the world and all its noise. God, there was enough noise in my head, did I need to listen to the rest of the world, too? I needed some time to

Dear Friends

What shall I say? How should I start? Is there a rule for blog writing? Please excuse me, I'm new to the modern world, till now I have been living in my dreams. No, I am serious. I have been ignoring the change that's happening out there, because I didn't want to change. I liked the way things were. But I must admit, I was curious a little bit. What is it like out there? Shall I explore? What is waiting for me behind the walls I built up for myself? And my curiosity finally won. That's why I'm