Take a Leap of Faith

You will all be aware that 2012 is a leap year, and that today is a "leap day". The 29^th February exists for purely astronomical reasons, but BBC News has published a report detailing 10 curios that are less scientific.

One of the curiosities is interesting: The month of February (which some of us see as the month of love) has less days than the other months because it suffered from the ego of Roman Emperor Caesar Augustus, pinching the days from February to add to the month named after him - August. It works well as an analogy to remind us love is lessened when the ego is involved, too.

Uncovering another interesting detail connected with love in the BBC article is the tradition of women proposing on leap year. MSN UK also picked up on this in a report aimed at women on leap year proposals and how to get it right.

The Perfect Proposal Plan/MSN UK

Listing five areas to consider, the MSN guide written by a match.com expert says ladies should look before they leap.

Obviously good advice for anything we're planning to do, but love sometimes requires a leap of faith into the dark - and though jumping blind is dangerous, it can also be exhilarating.

Very often it is the best laid plans that go awry, when a spontaneous action may bring about an unexpected but pleasurable surprise!

Except what do you do if he says no? If the guy in your life is your twin flame, then it will be for external reasons that can be resolved (financial worries, already planned to do it himself!), and not because the relationship might not be the right one. However, in either circumstance, MSN's "perfect proposal plan" has the right advice - stay calm. And for those not with Mr Right:

If you can't accept the decision, don't stay and try to live with your resentment; few couples recover from a rejection of marriage. Instead, try to think of it as a positive thing – you are now free to find someone who does want to say "I do".

Maybe more importantly, it's best to remember that love is always about taking risks, putting yourself out there with the chance of getting hurt. And when things fail to go according to plan, don't make it an ego thing. Pick yourself up to try again. Then you'll discover that the loss is just another chance to finally find your twin flame. Because if we don't risk anything, then we'll never gain anything. We'll never find our twin flame unless we are prepared to take that leap of faith.

Ever yours in love,

Her Bad Boy (Chapter 2)

How does a girl cope when her twin flame is the definitive bad boy? (18+ Erotica)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2: The Pad Brat

Stephen Granger watched Sally’s face intently. He could practically hear the thoughts churning around inside her head. Her eyes closed, she dropped her chin to her chest, as though willing him to disappear.

He felt that like a punch to the gut, which surprised him.

What was the big deal? He’d wanted her to hate him, hadn’t he? Since leaving the army his mind was a mess, and he seemed to ruin it for every one that came into his life. He thought that at least this way he could protect her from himself.

But it hadn’t worked out exactly as he’d planned. He hadn’t figured on missing her so damn much. So now, here he was, trying hard not to stare at her like some lovesick dog, unable to leave this town where he’d found her, and wondering if there was some way to manoeuvre through the chasm he had purposefully dug between them.

He’d have to end it again anyway, when he went back home to face his father over his desertion, but he didn’t care about that for now. All he could think about was wanting her, so he’d take her. His father had taught him you had to take the world by the throat, and make it give you what you want - friends, money, freedom, someone to talk to, someone to love. It was the only way he knew how to live in a world that was tough on quitters.

Growing up in the army as a pad brat, the military way of life was the only sort of family life he knew. Living with his top ranking father, moving from army base to army base meant he’d followed his father about ever since he could remember. So, it’d been the obvious choice to walk in his footsteps, too. And Stephen had worked hard to be a good soldier, jumping ranks in half the time to make team leader at the age of twenty-five. Field Marshal Nathaniel Granger was a man everyone looked up to, and his son was going to make sure he never let down the man everyone called a hero.

That was until six months ago, when Stephen had let him down very badly. The war he’d left behind was the only time he’d ever quit in his life. Backing out this time was not an option.

Stephen locked his sights on Sally, and resisted the rising urge to simply grab her and run. There must be some place they could go to, he thought, anywhere that took him away from the memories in his head. There had to be... but he could almost hear his father's voice chide him. Don’t run and don’t quit. It was the motto of his barracks: Don’t run, don’t quit and pray for the luck of the angels. He planned to do all do that with Sally, and more, but he wouldn’t go on his knees to do it, either. Not if he could help it.

He wasn’t even sure what it was about Sally that drew him. She wasn’t the type he usually went for - that would be her friend Daisy, blonde and busty with legs that seemed to open up as the wind blew. Although Sally certainly wasn’t homely, either. You just had to work harder to get at the woman she was underneath. Once you knew which buttons to press, her curvaceous body was a fire that lit up the man who touched her.

And as a typical tits and ass man, it’d been unusual for him that the first thing which attracted his attention to Sally had been her eyes. But on his first night out on the town, up in Scotland from his native England to visit an old barracks buddy, all he could focus on was the blue of her eyes. Large, trusting, coloured in a deep shade he’d never seen before, but closed to him now.

Her gaze had often been unfathomable, filled with a hint of sadness - particularly when she’d look at him when she thought he wasn’t watching. And in the short few days that followed, after his chat up lines had worked well enough to score a second date, what puzzled him even more was what he’d done right to have those eyes view him with such trust. He hadn’t been used to it from a civilian.

It had been easy to destroy all that in a nano-second, though. She wouldn’t even look at him now. He was more used to that. People looking away. Few dared to make eye contact with him. But one way or another, he’d get that look back - even if it killed him. And if his tour of duty in Afghanistan and the things he had witnessed there had taught him one thing, it was that Stephen Granger was hard to kill.

He wanted to walk over, but he shoved his hands in his pockets and waited for her to open her eyes instead, even if only through the wavy strands of her jet black hair. He wanted to see the colour of her eyes again, but he would wait. In the army patience wasn’t a virtue, it was an art of war. He was used to silence of this kind.

Five days. He recalled five days when no one talked on his last tour. There'd been no need. The army was all about knowing when to keep your mouth shut, and how to be a regular guy. Those who weren’t one of the boys, or who failed to live by the rules of the barracks, had to go it alone.

And you didn’t want to go it alone - not in a place where road grit stuck to you like gum between your teeth, and mountains clawed the sky to press down on your back. The sky was the same the world over, so he couldn’t figure out why it looked so different to him depending on where he was. Back home, he couldn’t get enough sky. Yet over there, even out in the wilderness, the feeling of claustrophobia followed you about everywhere.

Locked down with a small band of brothers, the war had quickly narrowed down to one of self-preservation. If you stayed alive, it meant you could help your team stay alive. They’d forgotten all the fancy slogans chanted at training camp, except that they had to kill or be killed. And you learnt things in the heat of action that cold training couldn’t teach you. Like getting shot at only looked cool in the movies. In reality, when bullets flew and bombs exploded, everyone looked for cover just to be able to stand their ground.

Don’t run and don’t quit. Easier said than done, but their first tour of duty had shown them they were army kids with more sand in them than the desert, so somehow they’d managed it. Military brats made men. But once you lost yourself in the storm of war for too long, anything could happen.

And after the storm lifts, he thought, it’s like having the light suddenly switched back on in a dark room. It’d felt like that when he’d come across a close army buddy acting outside the line of duty- Stephen’s refusal to think about it automatically kicked in. But the image of fear on the team soldier’s face at having been caught out, stuck in his mind like a trapped animal.

It had shaken him more than he would admit. A man he had known all his life, and trusted implicitly, had put their team into danger - and paid for it with his life. The official line for Stephen’s resignation was the death of his friend, but there was more to it than that. Darker reasons he had pushed into the deeper recesses of his mind.

Stephen had known then, that for the famous Field Marshal's son at least, the war was over. He’d lasted five days more. Five days of silence. Of embarrassment and shame.

One of the commandments of the pads was that you didn’t squeal on your buddies, especially not to the chain of command you swore about on a daily basis. So his only option had been to quit. But quitting had tasted as bitter as putting a gun to his mouth. His old barracks chum up here sympathised, but he, too, had told him it’d been the right thing to do. He could never tell anyone else the truth, which meant having to face his father as a quitter. But, if he had to, he could live with all that. It’d be easy compared to living with what he’d seen - and hushed up for the sake of his old team left behind in Afghanistan.

Sally had asked him on their first night why he’d quit. To fight for peace, he’d said. Had she guessed that was just bullshit? A part of the chat up routine? He wasn’t sure. He’d quit because he couldn’t face the truth over what had been done under the guise of war. And though he’d found the guts to stay alive out there, he hadn’t mustered the courage to squeal on a fellow soldier. He’d been ashamed to admit that to her. He’d been afraid to stand alone, so now he didn’t know what he stood for.

He continued to stare at Sally, and somewhere inside he felt the tiniest hope she might be his salvation. Could these new feelings she’d awakened in him mean she was the anchorage he’d been looking for, to keep the memories away? He re-focused on the present. He was out of the war, he was here in Scotland, standing in a travelling fairground looking at a girl who had come to mean more to him in the shortest space of time than any other he had ever known.

Stephen hardened his determination as Sally finally began to open her eyes. He wouldn’t quit this time, but he had no idea how he was going to make her understand what a fool he’d been, without looking - or feeling - like one.


Sally kept her eyes tightly shut. All she could hear were the sounds of the fairground, and she tried to imagine looking up to see the huge Ferris wheel, spinning slowly around. Anything but the image of Stephen that was facing her - staring at her as if she were some military target.

She heard the excited voices of teenagers walk past, and wondered if they were the same kids she had seen lining up for the rides minutes before. She heard them saying they wanted to go on another ride, while two more talked about the food they wanted to buy. The small details of their lives passed her by, wrapped up in the music of the rides, slightly discordant, as the different tunes from different rides buzzed in her head. And still she couldn’t forget that Stephen was standing a few feet away from her.

Or had he gone? She opened her eyes slightly, and glanced at him through her lashes. Sally felt cowardly, and foolish, and warm all the way through - as only the sight of him could make her feel.

He wasn’t very tall, or very large, in fact he had, what they called up here, a Scouser’s frame - small, thin and wiry, but hard and strong as stone. His size belied his strength, which had caught her by surprise the first time he had held her tightly in his arms.

And those arms... Her spine was a constant train track for the excitement he elicited in her. She remembered his right arm, and its scar that curved like a snake just inside the wrist. She could make it out faintly now, as he pushed his hands in his pockets, and the fairground lights spun around him, bringing him out of the dark and then back in again. For a moment she thought he was going to walk over to her, but he just stood there, his snug khaki coloured T-shirt pulling across his well-defined chest muscles.

In the short space of time she’d known him, she’d noticed there were times Stephen could stand as still as a statue, and you’d never really know what he was thinking just from his body language. She supposed that was down to his army training, and had wondered if his bad boy image hadn’t been some sort of cover, too. She couldn’t guess what he’d been through out there - how could she when he wouldn’t open up to her? But she’d sometimes get the feeling that he walked about in camouflage even at his most naked.

If only she could see his eyes now, she knew they didn’t lie as easily as his body did. They lightened to honey-brown when he gave a rare laugh, or darkened to black tar when he was angry. It was too far, and too dark for her to make out their colour. He would have to come up close for that. There’d been times when he lay close to her that she’d given him a side glance just for a glimpse of his eyes, when she thought he wasn’t looking. And she’d suddenly feel so much love and fear at the same time, that she couldn’t work out where one emotion began and the other ended.

She opened her eyes fully and stared at him. It wasn’t an invitation for him to start walking over to her, but she’d have been lying to herself if she didn’t admit to feeling the tiniest bit happy when she saw that he did.

“Hello, Sally.” Such a deep timbre to his voice.

They were inches apart now.

She swallowed hard, unable to bring herself to respond. His showing up out of the blue posed a serious dilemma for her. She couldn’t forget that he’d tried to sleep with Daisy. She couldn’t trust him any more. He was bad for her, and she needed to let him go, but if she did she’d be walking away from everything she’d ever wanted.

Deep down, Sally knew she wasn’t the kind of woman men like Stephen went for. She was average at best - bordering on boring. Prim and bookish. Not at all the kind of woman she assumed he typically dated. Daisy was more his type. But looking at him now, he seemed completely sincere. Her stomach fluttered nervously as his gaze dropped to her mouth before travelling leisurely back to her eyes.

“Not going to speak to me? Can’t we still be friends at least?” His firm lips had turned down and his eyes had taken on a solemn cast. She checked their colour. Darkened honey. She had no idea what to say. Could women really be friends with someone as masculine as Stephen? She tried to remember how she’d felt the day she had caught him in her bed with Daisy, but even those emotions had deserted her.

He shrugged at her unresponsiveness. “I didn’t think a fairground would be your kind of thing.”

She forced a smile, finally managing to find her voice. “I didn’t think it would be yours, either.”

His eyes lit up with understanding. “Maybe I’m here stalking you.”

Sally felt her cheeks flush. “You don’t need to resort to stalking to get a girl.”

Those honey eyes held on to hers fast. “Maybe I don’t just want any girl. Maybe I just want you.”

“You had me.”

“Maybe I want you back.”

Her heart dropped to her knees. He was playing games with her. “I know I’m a fool, but even I’m not that stupid. Remember Daisy?”

“It looks like you forgave her quick enough. I saw you coming out of there with her.” Stephen pointed towards Madame Rosario's tent.

Had he been telling the truth about following her after all? But why waste time with her now? “I wasn’t in a committed relationship with Daisy.”

“Isn’t a friendship a committed relationship?” He quoted her words back to her in a mocking tone. “Didn’t she betray years of trust by jumping into bed with me?”

“My bed, you bastard,” she said quietly, feeling her heart abruptly wake up from the sting of the memory. “I love Daisy, but I wasn’t in love with her. There’s a difference.” There was more to it then that, but she wasn’t going to tell him the reason she was lenient with Daisy. She’d let down enough of her defences with him already.

“Was in love with me? Was, and not is, meaning not any more? And we knew each other for exactly how long? That’s too quick even to be corny.”

She nodded, and let out a stifled sigh. “Exactly Stephen. We had no beginning, we started in the middle, so it was bound to end. I was a fool for thinking we could be anything more. The fiction I’d concocted in my own head was corny. I’ll admit that.”

He casually raked his fingers through his short brown hair, riding his T-shirt up and baring his tight abdominal muscles. Her mouth went dry at the sight. She tried to look away before he noticed, but she caught him staring at her, knowingly.

“We could start again. Maybe you gave up too quickly,” he said, almost under his breath.

She remembered Madame Rosario saying something similar back in the tent. “I give up when something isn’t worth it.” Her stomach muscles tensed as the words came out of her mouth. It was safer to let him think she didn’t want him any more.

He gave a sardonic smile. “Don’t pull any punches. I can take it. I’m tough.”

“Tough? Thick skinned more like.” His flippant manner made her mad. And shutting her eyes to him wouldn’t make the feelings go away. Her hands tightened into fists. This was the only language he would understand. “You don’t give a shit about anything. But you’re a fool. You’re a blind, conceited fool. And you use your cock like I bet you use your gun. Shoot to kill!”

She hadn’t meant to say those things, but she was hurting badly. And she wanted to hurt him back. To dent that tough tank-like veneer, before he bulldozed her with it.

His eyes darkened a degree in colour, and he took a step closer, until their bodies were almost touching. “Come on now, don't be so naive. You got just as much out of it as I did. You lived it instead of reading about it for a change.”

“I hate you!” She tried to pummel his chest, but he deftly caught her wrists and held them firm. With a quick tug, she found herself in his arms, and before she knew what was happening, they were kissing each other.

“I hate you...” she tried to say again, but the words and the world quickly melted away at his touch. It felt so right. Her arms wrapped around him instinctively.

“I’m going to take you here Sally,” he whispered his hot breath into her open, yielding mouth. “I’m going to take you right here in public.”

Sally knew he would be true to his word. And she kissed him back, even harder.

End of Chapter 2 | Read Chapter 3

Yours in love,

Stop Doing and Start Being

In this post I wanted to share another of my big picture views about how love can benefit you - even more than it might be right now!

I hope you agree with me when I say that I believe that love is unparalleled as an antidote to some of the selfish, greedier and less pleasant ways of our modern world.

But we're under threat! Globalisation, consumerism, technology enablers such as Facebook and Twitter (great to connect with, but hard to disconnect from), and the need to be 24/7 are pressuring us to be increasingly task-minded and forcing us to constantly multi-task.

Ask yourself this: When was the last time you had 30 minutes to yourself - let alone 90?

Our achievement-oriented society wants us to focus on what we can do - not on who we are. The trouble is, the more we focus on what we can do, the less emphasis is placed on who or what we are, and what we can be - or better yet, what we could become.

Try this at the next party or social gathering you are at: Ask other people you are meeting for the first time Who are you becoming? instead of What do you do?. That should create an interesting response, because in modern day living we are more focused on doing, then being.

I can understand how what we achieve can feel important to us. But our achievements can become an artificial part of us for something more important that's absent, like an artificial eye, an artificial leg, or a false tooth. Its benefits are purely social and psychological.

And the more the pressure increases, the more we need love in our lives. Lots of it, preferably every day.

I personally find sharing some quality love time with my twin flame to be my own personal haven in a world that constantly requires me to keep doing and doing. Thank goodness men won't be going extinct any time soon, right ladies :)

But seriously, I believe we are all human beings, not "human doings". And real love shared with your twin flame, and anything that adds spirituality into your life, stops us from getting caught up in our own egos and what we've achieved.

You see, once we give up the need (notice I don't say give up your goals) to do, we can use our lives to enjoy our journey to just be in the moment. And in so doing, we become at peace with who and where we are and what is happening.

That's why so many of us find yoga beneficial, because it's one of the fastest ways to unlock the best of both worlds of being and doing. Making love, especially with your twin flame, is another! The health benefits of both are enormous, for the mind, body and soul.

So here's to just being - being happy and content with our lot. To treating everyone with the gentleness and care they deserve. And to celebrate who we are, not what we do.

Yours in love,

Love Chases Out Ignorance

At Oxford University's Sheldonian Theatre in England, there are flying angels on its painted ceiling. The painting shows truth chasing out ignorance.

But whose truth? So asks BBC News education correspondent Sean Coughlan, in his report about a debate between a top atheist and top theologian held in this historic building.

Reading about their opposing philosophies got me thinking: Surely the question should not be whose truth, but what is the truth that chases out all ignorance? Because for me, it's the truth of love that chases out hate and intolerance (the biggest forms of ignorance).

One of the major subjects in the debate was human misery. In my opinion, religion and atheism actually unify by focusing too narrowly on this, as though by giving explanations for why bad things happen to us will somehow give out the truth to our existence. I won't deny it is a popular subject amongst us. Despair is cathartic, and popular culture has always embraced icons of despondency.

For example, the enduring popularity of Edvard Munch's masterpiece The Scream is a prime example that we are fixated on human anguish. Likewise, when we think of Christianity, the iconic image is of Christ whipped, stripped and hung up high in a tortuous pose of crucifixion. Indeed, the Christian theological term used for this suffering is the Passion.

When I think of passion, I do not think of icons that scream about the tormented psyche, I think of bodies joined together in beauty of spirit, in love and desire.

But this compulsion to look at things that trouble us is a fundamental part of the human condition. Ironically, many of our modern troubles have been the result of religion, which some would say is very good at creating conflict when there need be none. Religion is deep-rooted in our societies, and the suppressed acceptance of sexism, racism and homophobia in the 20th century can be attributed to our major religions.

Culturally, atheism plays like a depressing pop ballad, too, where at the extreme end of its spectrum it's destructively nihilistic. It's a form of non-belief belief that is ultimately self-defeating, because when we start to believe that "this is all there is", we then begin to wonder if living is worth it. If there is no reason for our suffering, apart from the law of the jungle (i.e., survival of the fittest), then it is a cruel world that some would rather not waste their time in.

Yet, as intellectual and logical atheism can sound to modern thinking, where it gets all too confused is about the deep mysteries of the human consciousness. And if there is such a thing as a soul, who does it belong to, God or us?

And what really unifies atheism and theology, is how they always mess with details to blur the bigger picture. To me the grand landscape of life is a portrait of love, and it is up to every one of us how we paint on our individual canvases. You cannot paint with a closed mind, or with merely an intellectual one.

My answer may be seem very simple to very complex questions, but then I was taught that the lie is always complex, it's the nature of truth to keep things simple.

And the simple truth is that love, in all its forms, is the divine design of life.

Yours in love,

Making Time for Rituals

"Sex?" Boy George was once quoted as saying, "I'd rather have a cup of tea." But if you ask me, making love can be like making a cup of tea.

Uh-huh, I hear you say, so what similarities do they share?

Countless. They are two of the world's finest rituals for starters, and rituals all share an importance in preparation.

Knowledge is king in this area, and although the perfect cup of tea - like making love - is down to the individual, there are a few steps you can follow to make the best of your daily brew. Depending on your choice of tea, that is.

Did you know? The less processed the tea leaf, the greater antioxidants. This means that green tea has more antioxidants than black tea, and white tea (the least processed of the teas) has the most antioxidants of all!

• Experts advise to use cold, fresh water in a clean kettle and avoid recycling water already in the receptacle.
• Soft water makes for a better cup of tea, but if you live in a hard water area, opting for Assam and Kenyan teas may make for a better cup.
• Make sure not to over boil the water, as it will de-oxidise and go flat. Do not leave the kettle alone when boiling tea – you must remove the kettle only a few seconds after the water has boiled. When the water is ready, you must be ready.
• Use either one teabag or one teaspoon of loose tea per cup. For black teas pour the boiled water immediately. For other teas, like green teas, let it cool to around 85C before pouring. Let it brew for three to four minutes (or just one to two minutes for white teas like jasmine). Remember as a rule, do not brew your tea for fewer than 3 minutes – the longer the brewing time, the better the tea!
• Stir the cup before serving. It's the most important part. Then add sugar or sweeten with a honey alternative if desired. If you're using a pot, remove the teabags before serving or it will sit there stewing for too long.

— Taken from MSN Food

William Hanson/BBC Magazine

Continuing with tea tips, some argue that if you add milk last, you have better control over the amount, plus if you pour the milk in first you end up with watery, milky tea - and who wants that? But others say that adding milk first enhances the flavour of the milk when the hot tea hits and scalds the milk, and protects fine porcelain cups from cracking when the tea is poured (from which the practice originates). It is thought that historically, the order of steps was taken as an indication of class: only those wealthy enough to afford good quality porcelain would be confident of its being able to cope with being exposed to boiling water unadulterated with milk. You be the judge of your own taste - it's your cup of tea after all.

Teas for your health needs.

Once you've mastered how you make your tea, it's good to look at what tea you're using for two major reasons. First, there's a wide range of flavours within every type of tea that hosts different preventative health benefits, and second for a more refined quality of taste. It's advisable not to add milk to green or oolong teas, for example, and it's customary not to add sugar to Earl Grey, nor to add milk to Darjeeling teas.

Cream is not good with tea at all, as the milk fats interact adversely with tea tannins. The term "cream tea" in British tea culture does not refer to tea served with cream (as opposed to milk). It simply means that tea is served with a scone with clotted cream and jam. There used to be a tradition of tea rooms in the UK which provided this combination of cream and jam on scones, commonly known as cream tea. However, these establishments have declined in popularity since World War II. In Devon and Cornwall particularly, the traditional fare of cream teas are a speciality.

Victoria Wood on tea: "The little plant that changed the world" [BBC]

Keeping to the theme, it's also best remembered that a spiritual touch during any ritual can promote wellness, balance and wholeness. You might think that tea and spirituality have nothing in common, but they are closely connected. There are various legends surrounding the origins of tea and its origins from China and Japan; where rituals were akin to religious ceremonies. Today, we can make it an opportunity to relax and revitalise. This is true whether it's making a cup of tea, or taking time out to make love with your twin flame.

The dark side of tea?

Another important thing to keep in mind is the time of day can matter when practising your rituals. Science suggests we are very sensitive to time, especially to the workings of our body clock. The inner workings of the body go through a daily routine known as a circadian rhythm, which keeps the body in sync with its surroundings. As the chemistry of the body changes throughout the day, this can impact on health. Examples include studies that show the time of day can increase the risk of dying from an irregular heartbeat. Data from the research suggests that the risk of "sudden cardiac death" peaks in the morning and rises again in the evening, because levels of a protein which controls the heart's rhythm fluctuates through the day.

An ancient beverage for daily health?

Notably in British culture, tea already has its own time of day. It's a social drink that has become an indispensable part of the British way of life. Tea is not only the name of the beverage, but of a late afternoon light meal at four o'clock, irrespective of the beverage consumed. Anna Russell, Duchess of Bedford is credited with the creation of the meal circa 1800. She thought of the idea to ward off hunger between luncheon and dinner, which was served later and later.

Afternoon Tea – What’s the story?

So we have all heard about the classic ‘Afternoon tea’. But where exactly did it come from and why is it now an English tradition? We decided to explore a little more.

Afternoon tea vs high tea.

Tea consumption increased dramatically during the early nineteenth century and it is around this time that Anna, the 7th Duchess of Bedford is said to have complained of "having that sinking feeling" during the late afternoon. At the time it was usual for people to take only two main meals a day, breakfast, and dinner at around 8 o'clock in the evening. The solution for the Duchess was a pot a tea and a light snack, taken privately in her boudoir during the afternoon.

The tradition continues to this day and still has classy aristocratic connections. However afternoon tea was a shibboleth dividing the social classes. If you were a working class person, afternoon tea meant your evening meal, and came to be known as high tea.

Depending on the time of day doesn't just change the meal you have your tea with or change the sensitivities of our body clock, it may even change the effect of the drink on your body. Doing the research can mean that the health benefits of tea are enhanced when taken at certain times of the day, which is another way tea might be like lovemaking. How? Well, some say that having sex might be more beneficial when our bodies are at the most ready for this most intimate of rituals.

Pondering on this, a BBC article on the myth of the 8-hour sleep this time, writes that people in the 16th century used to divide their sleep up into four hour slots, by waking up in the middle of the night, and that doctors advised couples to have sex before their "second sleep" as the best time to conceive.

Undeniably, due to our lifestyles we are constantly adjusting our body clocks. For example, shift workers are advised to sleep in multiples of 90 minutes as this is suggested to be the natural routine for a body from light sleep to deep sleep and back again.

Sex in between these segmented sleeps for shift-working couples would mean they have more enjoyment and do it better than if they performed just before going to sleep, when they might already be tired.

So, as with everything, to get the best out of doing something, preparation and timing is everything. But be warned: both sex and tea - the culmination of centuries of endeavour by rich and poor alike - can be addictive; once you've tried it you just can't get enough of it!

Yours in love,

The True Attraction of Opposites

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Although love is like a magnet, it is often the greatest testament to the power of love that it can cause opposite poles to attract and unify.

The best evidence of the strong attraction of opposites is my best friend and her twin flame. They have been together for two years, and are soon to be married.

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He is a proper gentleman, my friend is a bit wild and can curse with the best of them. He loves being at the gym every morning, she would rather have a fry up in bed. He eats healthy, she wants chocolate cake for dessert. He likes his hair long and messy, she likes her hair to be real short. He loves lots of romance, she just deals with it.

In short, they are two different people with two different minds, yet one true love. They love each other for what each person brings to the table in their lives. She will marry her man and hopefully enjoy many years of true love just as I have with my twin flame.

Still, although many of us enjoy to read about true love, many don't believe it is possible.

They are usually familiar with only another kind of love, where they have found someone who fills the needs of their ego. They feel empty and alone by themselves, so they expect this new person to guarantee their happiness.

However, it is false because it doesn't involve a deep and true connection, and because we can only bring about happiness with the right mindset. When you come together with someone for selfish reasons, it can only ever generate bad electricity.

So, it doesn't take long before the new partner displays needs of his or her own. Suddenly the needs of the two individuals are in conflict. This creates a repulsion of opposites, causing bodies of the same electric charge to separate.

And before they know what's hit them, the honeymoon is over. In its place is pain and emptiness, often more than they felt before the relationship began.

If this sounds familiar to your life, then today is the day to do something about it.

You won't find and attract your twin flame by just expecting him or her to come find you, like waiting for pennies to rain from heaven. You have to first tune your inner magnet to the beauty of yourself, and then have the courage to put it out there, so that your opposite half will feel your pull.

But remember, only when love is true will opposites come together to make one whole - so strong that no one can pull you apart.

Yours in love,

Love is in the Detail

Those interested in reading about love, may have read how love is in the detail, in the little things that seem insignificant, but shout out loud about the state of your life. It's those small things that spell out the existence of love in your life.

In relationships, this love is in the details when you do things for the one you love. The loving partner who eats the dinner made for him, even if it's terrible; the mental note made of a loved one's favourite thing, to buy as a gift even when money is tight.

But sometimes, we get so lost because of the absence of love in the details of our life we can lose our perspective of the bigger picture - that love is out there, and we are the catalyst for change to find the love that's right for us.

Give your life care and attention

It will seem a little silly of me to note this, as you probably already know it - but if you want to change something, you have to put your care and attention into it. It does seem like a no-brainer, right? For example, yoga teaches us that if you want to improve your breathing you pay attention to it.

Similarly, if you want to improve your yoga positions (of whatever teaching), you pay more attention to your movements and alignments to fix something wrong, so that you can get more range out of your session.

Depending on the yoga you do, some believe it can even help calm you. A light, gentle yoga style called "lynegar," which moves at a very slow pace and focuses on alignment in the poses, regulated breathing, and relaxation is believed to help heart patients that suffer with arterial fibrillation (AF), a common heart condition that causes the heart's upper chambers to quiver chaotically instead of contracting normally in a calm, controlled, and steady beat.

But does simply putting your care and attention into something - to focus on the details - work to bring about an improvement? The simple answer is - Yes. And it reaches far beyond yoga. It's amazing how you can create tremendous change by actually directing your attention to specific areas in your life, and giving yourself an intention and a focus. Employ this attitude in all aspects of your life and watch the changes happen.

If you have anxiety issues, directing your attention and focusing on your breath during an attack can help to lessen your panic in the heat of the moment. It's a useful emergency procedure to know, and very easy to apply.

When any of us suffer a sudden shock:

1. Start by taking short, shallow breaths. (Contrary to popular opinion, don't take deep breaths during an episode of anxiety, you're not aiming for deep meditation here, but to alleviate the symptoms quickly)
2. Continue to focus on your breathing.
3. Let yourself become aware about every detail of your breath.
4. Begin to slow your intakes down until you're breathing normally again.

Simply by focusing on the detail of breathing helps to regulate the oxygen in our bodies, which offsets the physical signs of anxiety, while also helping to take our mind off it and to relieve its psychological effects.

Some experts suggest to focus on the exhale, especially when we do deep breathing for stress, as opposed to a "on the spot" treatment for anxiety. Experts believe deep breathing is crucial to feeling tranquil, but the most important part of it is breathing out. When you elongate your exhalations, you spark your parasympathetic nervous system, which slows down your heart rate. Take three long exhalations, making them twice as long as your inhalation to alleviate stress in a few minutes.

How you deal with anxiety in your life will also depend on you; it will be necessary to tailor these well-known techniques to work best for you. One reader who emailed me to discuss how she deals with anxiety in her life, shared her own methods to help alleviate her attacks.

It was Saturday morning, the girls were asleep and I was relaxed and working on the computer. I felt a slight tingle in my arm - heard the thought in my head that said something like "that's new hope everything is OK" and within 45 seconds my heart was racing and I had a stream of almost uncontrollable thoughts that were working to convince me I was having a stroke. A sense of dizziness and panic set in, but I also noticed a steady stream of quieter thoughts reminding me that I now have the tools and resources to handle anything – including panic. Still feeling the almost uncontrollable panic I got up and began to take action:

1. I began a shallow breathing technique, and ran cold water over my wrists and my feet. During high anxiety/panic blood begins to flow from your head and "non essential organs" and moves to the extremities so that you can run or fight depending upon the emergency. Though I was in no immediate danger my body was acting as though I was – and this simple step can sometimes be all it takes to reverse the process and bring you back to centre. For me – this time – it helped – but did not stop the process.
2. I laid down and practised slow, steady breathing. During high anxiety/panic one should typically begin a quick, shallow breath, but I usually follow this by slowing down my breath to allow enough oxygen to get back into my system. Consciously slowing down your breathing allows you to oxygenate – which often brings one back to centre.

   Though I practice deep slow breaths daily – this time it was not enough. I needed to move. The crazy "I am dying" thoughts continued and somehow I was afraid that if I laid down too long I wouldn't get up again.

3. I went outside – barefoot – and leaned against a big beautiful tree. Connection to the Earth allows the excess energy in your system to ground. It is helpful to imagine an opening in the bottom of one's feet and to consciously watch (or visualise or picture) the energy leaving and moving into Mother Earth. It is also helpful to open and imagine being supported by the trees, the grass, the dirt (or sand, or ocean or stream).

   This simply step brought about a shift very quickly – and a sense of peace and connection started to filter into my space.

4. I called my friends for support and connection. I reached out to two very positive energetically connected friends who I knew would be able to help me regain my centre quickly. Both took the time to be with me. Both remained very calm and positive. And both – in their own way – further supported my ability to open and connect and completely regain my centre.
5. I took the time to reflect – and rest. Yes – I am very busy – and could have easily argued for going right back to work. However I have learned long ago that I come first – always – and that the body does whatever it needs to do to let us know when we are in any way out of balance. And when we don't listen to our bodies – it finds ways to talk louder – and then louder still – until eventually it brings out the heavy sticks to bash us with.

   So I grabbed a comfortable chair and placed it in the shade of that beautiful tree that helped me ground and I closed my eyes and I let go. And then after about 30 minutes I got up and was able to continue my day – somehow feeling even more peaceful – and alive – then I had before the incident began less then an hour earlier (give or take).

And when it comes to stress, experts say we should move it - just a little - with 2 minutes of exercise enough to change your mood, as long as you raise your heart rate. Anything from squats to jumping jacks supplies a surge of neurotransmitters, such as norepinephrine, dopamine, and serotonin - the same targets as antidepressants. If you're having a hard time jump starting a workout program, go for a walk, dance, jump rope, do ten glorious sun salutes. Alternatively pick your favourite yoga poses and do 10-minute slow and focused burst of yoga. It will energise your body and stimulate creativity, and is a gentle way to cleanse your spirit of stress and find tranquillity.

Achieving a state of bliss to find love

The way modern living has evolved means that our lives are partnered to stress. Our time seems limited, shared out to the max, and we may feel there is no moment of peace. It is when we run on this speed, that the details of life pass us by, until we find ourselves running on empty. Is it so surprising, then, that anxiety sufferers are on the rise?

Read about natural stress-busters.

When this is the case, many of us turn to yoga not just to keep fit and flexible, but to try and attain a feeling of serenity. It's what some yogi instructors call tapping into your very own slice of "Samadhi". This is the eighth and final limb in what's known as the Eight Limbs Of Yoga, and is what all yogis are supposed to be aiming for, but it's pretty hard to define.

Think of it as attaining a state of nirvana or heaven within you, where your mind, body and soul all become attentive and focused on the same thing together - and if you're meditating that's supposed to be nothing :)

I don't want to go outside the remit of this post, and bog you down with religious philosophy, but there is a practical application to achieving Samadhi, inner bliss, peace, or whatever you want to call it. It's more fun when you attach your own words or ideas on this anyway, so go ahead, and use whatever works for you.

Because being in a state of bliss with yourself will mean that everyone you love will benefit from it, too - and you'll be aware of the importance of the small details in a relationship. Taking time out to give yourself and your loved the necessary care and attention (even if only to enjoy a cup of tea together) will re-energise you and create a buffer zone against you and the mad rush of modern living.

It will also power up your internal magnet to attract your twin flame, if you haven't found him or her yet. It's about opening up your mind-set to love, so that it can come and find you.

This doesn't mean you have to do yoga to find love. For those of us who don't practise yoga, it means focusing on the details of our life we're not happy with in a positive way, and having the intention to change them for the better - which means you'll be much more likely to experience that Samadhi-like state of bliss as things begin to go your way.

Keep in mind that finding inner peace doesn't require hours and hours of daily practice. All it takes is a little willingness and common sense. A simple exercise like focusing on your exhalation in breathing won't take up much of your precious time, for example, but it will help centre you and create a field of peace that will be a blessing to everyone around you.

It's about treating life as a precious gift to be savoured, not a series of chores to complete as you rush about stressed out. Remember, your to-do list will live on long after you're gone. What matters is you, right now. Learn simple, effective ways to beat stress and to centre yourself and bring mind, body, and spirit together so that life becomes a joy and a pleasure, and your best self can shine, and so attract the love you truly deserve.

And you don't have to be a yoga expert to want that.

Yours in love,

Her Bad Boy (Chapter 1)

How does a girl cope when her twin flame is the definitive bad boy? (18+ Erotica)

Chapter 1: The Advice of Madame Rosario

Nobody knew the future.

Sally McMasters knew the only law that governed the future was the law of irony. What you expected to happen rarely ever did. What was that saying about the best laid plans?

So she considered it the height of irony to find herself sitting in a tacky gypsy tent waiting for Madame Rosario to read her friend Daisy’s palm. Was this the best way to spend a Friday night? Have a bit of fun, Daisy had said, dragging her in from out of the chilly bustle of the fairground. Live a little. But Sally didn’t seem to live at all these days.

Draped in multicoloured fabrics, Madame Rosario stared intently at the glass ball in front of her. She shifted her large frame in her star sequinned chair, which creaked in complaint. The tent shook, rattling the glass ornaments hanging from its ceiling. “Ah, I zee... uh men.”

“I hope you mean a man, and not men,” Daisy chirped cheerfully, “I’m not sure I could handle more than one, not long term anyway. Maybe for a threesome but-”

Sally nudged her friend hard in the side to shut her up. Madame Rosario had started giving them strange looks, but Daisy continued unperturbed.

“Are you going to look in that big glass ball for my mate as well?” Daisy stifled a chuckle. “I want to see what he’ll look like. Make him tall, dark and delicious! She loves them like that.”

Madame Rosario glared at Daisy.

“Men are not made to order,” Sally nudged her friend again, but softer this time.

The fortune teller puffed out her ample bosom indignantly. The tent seemed to shrink. “Ladiez, theez is no joke! Pleez consantrate!”

Sally gave Madame Rosario her best placating smile. “Forgive my friend. She is over twenty but acts like we’re still in kindergarten.”

The fortune teller looked at her for a moment, and Sally felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny of Madame Rosario’s coal black eyes.

“You very recently split up from lover, yes?”

Sally raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Yes...”

“Give me hand.”

Sally stretched out her hand with a little trepidation, as though Madame Rosario might bite it.

“This boy was a bad boy, yes?”

Daisy gave a whoop of delight. “Was he ever!”

Sally’s free elbow was too far for a third nudge. “Shut up, Daisy.”

“You know I’ve just about had enough of you, young lady.” Madame Rosario’s accent had suddenly changed into a perfect Scottish brogue. Both girls blinked at her in amazement.

Daisy looked around to see if someone was secretly filming them for one of those TV shows that played pranks on unsuspecting members of the public. “What’s happened to your accent?”

“Gone with my patience! Now go on, scoot out.”

Both girls got up to go, but the fortune teller, still holding on to Sally's hand, motioned for her to sit back down. “Your friend can wait outside for you if she’s a mind to.”

Madame Rosario gave Sally a beaming smile as Daisy traipsed out of the tent. “What a relief. It’s been like that all day.”

“Daisy is harmless.”

“In small doses so is arsenic.” Madame Rosario patted her hand. “You are different. So I will give you a real reading, and not the gimmicky tat I do for the rest.”

Sally looked a bit embarrassed. “I have to confess that I don’t actually believe in this stuff.”

“I know. Most don’t. But curiosity gets the better of them. Now, let me have a look...”

It went quiet inside the tent for a few moments, and Sally could hear the sound of the fair intruding in. She wondered if Daisy would skip off and leave her, and felt a small pang of guilt when she realised that she didn’t much care if she did.

“You know I’m really not that curious-”

“This boyfriend of yours,” Madame Rosario cut into Sally’s sentence.

“Ex-boyfriend,” Sally cut back.

“He really hurt you didn’t he?” Madame Rosario asked quietly. “He’s a real bad boy, as we used to say.”

A real bad boy. A term applied to men that treat women poorly, so why did most women she knew lick their lips at those two words? “They still call them that,” she replied, clearing her throat. Somehow it had managed to dry out.

Madame Rosario gave a sigh. “There is just something about a guy like that which draws you in. You know you shouldn’t, but you just can’t help yourself. Right? Even as your head tells you to beware your heart just gets you into trouble.”

Sally nodded in reply. She had never figured it out, what the attraction actually was. He wasn’t necessarily more physically attractive or smarter or more successful than the other nicer guys around town. In fact, he had fewer of these qualities, yet had been harder to resist. She had been smitten by him from the first day she laid eyes on him. Just one look had sent a frisson of excitement up and down her spine, rooting her to the spot.

“Tell me if any of this rings a bell? Never showing up until he wanted sex, and no phone call afterwards. Forgetting or ignoring your birthday and other important dates? Flirting openly with other women when you were together? I guess he probably even hit on your flighty friend who came in with you?”

Sally hadn’t noticed, but tears had begun to appear at the cradle of her eyes. “I found them in bed together,” she whispered.

“Well you’re a loyal friend. I could tell that. But loyalty can sometimes blind you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Have you ever heard of something called your twin flame?”

Sally shook her head, but she was interested enough to want to hear more. Madame Rosario let go of her palm, and stared her straight in the eyes.

“I hope you won’t mind me saying, but you’re a bonny wee girl, with your baby blues and black hair, a lovely lass like you would be scooped up in no time in the Highlands where I grew up. But you’ve no confidence in yourself. If you had you’d have seen the truth of the matter.”

“What truth? And what does this have to do with a - twin flame?”

“I’m coming to that. I saw in your palm that you really love this guy. But more than that, he’s your twin flame. The ultimate relationship.”

Sally gave out a half-laugh, but she felt more like crying. “That’s not how I would have described it.”

She knew well the law of irony from her university studies on history. Was it not the only genuine historical law after all? She remembered Joseph Brodsky’s writings about the conceit of thinking that a person could determine the future from the past. When the Berlin Wall collapsed some thought global capitalism had won, and no one could have predicted that over twenty years later the same economies would be struggling to stay afloat.

Yes, nobody knew the future.

She knew that; but if she was so supremely confident, why was she sitting here waiting for Madame Rosario to look into her past to see if a tall, dark and hopefully handsome man was waiting in the wings for her? And why did she feel so sure the fortune teller was right when she said her ultimate relationship had been and gone?

However destructive it might have been, she knew she would never love anyone like she had loved - like she loved - him.

Hell is other people, was it Jean-Paul Sartre that wrote that? But for her it was the absence of one person. And the more she missed him, the more she felt her health was suffering. The joy had gone out of her life. Even her brother Iain, usually so good at cheering her up, had failed this time around.

Sally was aware that carrying around a load of anger could hurt her physically, too. There had been a study she’d read where a heated ten-minute argument showed a jump in blood pressure for couples. Well, her relationship had been a lot like that, but it had also made her feel alive. Now, she just felt empty, deflated - and dead. Her soul was void.

Madame Rosario took back hold of her hand, and stopped Sally's train of thoughts. ”It was never boring with him, was it? It was unpredictable and exciting. He was strong, self-assured, maybe even a little aggressive?”

“I felt safe with him.” Was she actually defending him? She couldn’t believe her ears. Yet, Madame Rosario had a way of making her talk. “Most of our problems were not his fault... he was trying to get his life together after doing a tour of duty in Afghanistan.”

Madame Rosario nodded understandingly. “You haven’t met anyone else that makes you feel the way he does. He never came across as needy and desperate, but you felt he needed you - right?”

Sally nodded, unable to hide her amazement. She was reading her like a book. “How do you do that?”

“Never mind that. Talk. You need to talk.”

She was right. She did need to talk. “At first I couldn’t believe I was attracted to someone like him, but he was so charming and passionate about everything. He is a soldier, but it really changed him. He wanted to fight for peace, he said, so he left the army. But it broke his heart...”

“You know usually a lack of self-esteem is what attracts a woman to a bad boy. She’s always the one doing the giving in those types of relationships. If she doesn’t feel good about herself, she chooses someone who reinforces her negative self-beliefs. But with you I sense it was different - this guy is your twin flame, and quite the opposite, it was your lack of self-esteem that stopped you fighting to make it work.”

“What are you saying? I should have forgiven him for sleeping with my best friend?”

Madame Rosario traced the lines of her palm. “You know I read a lot in your palm, but I don’t read that.”

“I caught them in bed together!”

“In flagrante delicto?”

“I didn’t exactly catch them in the act if that’s what you mean, but maybe that’s because I got there too early!”

“Did you let him explain?”

“How could he explain what I saw with my own eyes?”

“What did your friend-?” She stopped and pointed questioningly at the door of the tent, motioning to Sally for her friend’s name.

“Daisy.”

“Right, Daisy. What did she have to say about it?”

Sally went quiet. She was reluctant to tell her that they hadn’t talked about it.

“You told me a little while back that she was harmless. But I think that was the loyal part of you talking, the part of you that defends without thinking. And I think we both know that Daisy isn’t as harmless as she acts.”

As if on some mystical cue, Daisy popped her head through the closed door of the tent. “What are you doing? Getting your whole life read in here? How much longer are you going to be?”

Sally gently took her hand away from Madame Rosario’s, and stood up. “Thank you for the advice. But I really need to get going.”

Madame Rosario shrugged her large shoulders. “But just remember this - clarify what you value most in life. What is it you can’t live without? Once you know what matters most, and believe you’re worthy of achieving it, you’ll have taken an important step towards finding the right partner for you. Maybe in this lifetime it isn’t your twin flame. But you will have to live with the fact that you’ll never love anyone like him again. Don’t forget that, will you?”

Sally left the tent with the fortune teller's words ringing in her ears.

Daisy stuck her tongue out behind them after she felt they were a safe distance away from the fortune teller. “I should have never talked you into it. What a waste of money!”

“She didn’t ask me for money.”

“I was talking about me! How about you? No tall, dark man on the horizon?”

Sally tried to give out a smile. “Oh, plenty of men. Just not the right one.”

“Really?” Her friend gave a loud guffaw. “Plenty of men, eh? That’s not how I’d describe our current situation. Where are they, then?”

As Daisy pretended to scan the fairground, Sally looked up at the big wheel turning slowly around in the distance, its lights flashing like spinning stars in the night, and the excited teenagers waiting in line to get on it. She spied a pair of young lovers huddled together at the end of the line. Snatches of conversation drifted over to them.

Was it only a few short weeks ago that she had been huddling like that? She had to admit that although he was a bad boy in so many ways, she’d felt valued and respected by him. A complete contradiction in terms, she knew, but that was him to a tee. He was well-read, surprisingly for a soldier she used to think, and he’d never once tried to undermine her self-worth like other men had, intimidated by her education. In a small, northern town like this located in the Scottish Lowlands, few men had time for what they called uppity skirts with brains.

The tears suddenly stung her eyes again when she remembered how intimate they had been. Yes, he had frustrated her with his pigheadedness sometimes, and with his long absences, but he had stirred her senses and met her needs like no other man had before.

It seemed unfair that while he’d opened up her defences and made her vulnerable to him, he’d refused to do knock down his walls for her. His refusal should have warned her that he wasn’t in it for the long-term. He’d never made her any promises to be faithful, and if she was honest with herself, he’d never felt available for a real relationship. She’d always felt there was some dark part of himself he kept closed from her, and that hurt.

“Hey... Are you all right?”

“Yeah.” Her friend's voice was beginning to grate on her nerves. She suddenly felt she had to get away from her. “I think I am going to go home though.”

“What? What for? The night is still young to meet some fresh new talent.”

“Oh Daisy, act your age! What type of boys do you think you are going to find at a fairground?” The fuse Madame Rosario had lit inside her, slowly burning ever since she left the tent, had finally exploded.

Daisy looked as though she’d just taken a slap to the face. “What is the matter with you? Just what did that fat bitch say to you in there? You seemed to get very pally with her.”

“Nothing. And don’t call her names. She’s old enough to be your mother.”

Daisy put her hands up in mock surrender at Sally’s sudden outburst. “OK. OK. Calm down. Listen, give me a call tomorrow when you are feeling better, all right?”

“Yeah, sure.” Sally nodded, feeling relieved that the tension was over. Having a confrontation in the middle of a busy fairground was the last thing she needed.

“Call me, OK?”

“Sure.”

She walked away from Daisy towards the direction of the Ferris wheel ride, and felt a tightness in her gut. It felt a little like guilt for being such a flake. But what would it achieve losing a friend as well as a lover-?

Her breath caught in her throat without warning. What she saw seemed to make her ears tune out the sounds of the crowded fairground.

Was she dreaming? Had she been thinking about him so much, that he had materialised out of thin air as if by magic?

Because there he was. Her bad boy. She had come eye-to-eye with the man whose name she’d tried so hard to forget since throwing him out of her life.

Stephen was standing only a few feet away from her. Her twin flame, if Madame Rosario's advice had been right.

She instinctively licked her lips. She couldn’t look away.

Now what was she to do?

End of Chapter 1 | Read Chapter 2

Yours in love,

Twin Flame Erotica 18+

Lonely? Looking for love? Then read my twin flame beginner's guide and erotica serial stories below. You'll discover all about twin flames as you read examples of how others met theirs, and be guided with tips on how to attract your own twin flame NOW! ”

Mickie's Twin Flame Insignia

“Twin flames from a single fire locked forever in desire...”
— Mickie Kent

Many twin flame symbols have been imagined over the years, and this is my attempt: The symbol I've devised is comprised of two identical red hearts drawn in a single, continuous loop. The identical hearts signify the twin love element; the colour red signifies the flame. Drawn in a single line to symbolise the same divine source they come from, the loop stands for the ancient symbol of infinity - because the love for a twin flame never dies.

Welcome to true love everlasting.

Twin Flame Love: A Beginner's Manual to All Things Everlasting
Introductory Articles:
True Love Stories Never Have Endings
Finding Your Twin Flame-1 -2 -3
Twin Flame or Soulmate?
Four Essential Tips for Twin Flames
The Science of Twin Flames-1 -2 -3
Five Steps to Your Twin Flame
Twin Flames Are Made of Love
Forever with Your Twin Flame
The (Long) Road to True Love-1 -2 -3
Facing Challenges with Your Twin Flame
Trust in Twin Flame Love
Fixing Twin Flame Relationships
True Twin Flame Stories-1 -2 -3 -4 -5 -6 -7
Fulfilling Twin Flame Relationships
To Be a Healthy Valentine
Fight for Your Right to Real Love
The True Attraction of Opposites
Fall in Love Beautifully

• Tantric Sex and Twin Flames
• Forging Tantric Connections-1 -2 -3
• Three Ways to Master Love-1 -2 -3
• Five Ways to Get Closer-1 -2 -3 +

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Reading really is good for you! Immersing ourselves in creative works of erotic fiction can help our minds reinforce, visualise and attract love into our lives. Well written erotica can also help to raise our healing sexual energies, boost our mood and ignite our imagination.”

It is said we power our hearts and minds with what we read. Well as a writer of romantic erotica I fully believe in the power of love stories. When we read about the power of love, we are on a search for the original source that lights up our lives. Often these tales of true love are the modern parables of our times, with important lessons for all who house its flame.

My Twin Flame Erotica Series^TM is specially designed to incorporate useful information and guidance about twin flame love. It is fantasy, fiction, and fable all rolled into one. As you read, look out for secret clues and hidden meanings that reveal the overall patterns of the characters' cosmic destiny - things we need to look out for in the lessons to our own lives.

Enjoy your reading!

Her Bad Boy

An original story by Mickie Kent. Part of her Twin Flame Erotica Series. 2012-14. All Rights Reserved.

Table of Contents


Chapter 1: The Advice of Madame Rosario
Chapter 2: The Pad Brat
Chapter 3: Where the Big Wheel Turns
Chapter 4: Sally's Choice
Chapter 5: The Hurt and the Weary
Chapter 6: In the Dark
Chapter 7: The Lost and the Lonely
Chapter 8: The Rat Pack
Chapter 9: The Return of Madame Rosario
Chapter 10: In the Light
Chapter 11: When the Full Moon Burns
Chapter 12: Daisy's Dilemma
Chapter 13: The Real and the Imaginary
Chapter 14: Sally's Secrets
Chapter 15: The Dark and the Deadly
Chapter 16: Dead Surely
Chapter 17: Relics of the Past
Chapter 18: Allhallowtide

Yours in love,