SEX heals?


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On a plane, train, in your car or just in your comfortable water bed, my second book “SEX heals? A lioness guide to get back your lust for life after a nasty breakup” is the perfect opportunity to forget about your love drama and learn how to pull yourself together and get ready for the next chapter of your life.

Being angry, crying or longing are not an option. Not anymore!

Be brave! Be smart! Be naughty and understand once and for all that NOTHING LASTS FOREVER…except LOVE!


With a tremendous joy and happiness, I dedicate this book to those who inspired me in writing it, many thanks for the valuable lessons and words of wisdom you gave to me and to all my readers who follow me on FB and my blog

Official “date of birth”: 23.05.2018
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Loveheimer 🙂





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How many there are? Not so many… or at least, I don’t see too many men or women to stand for it anymore… it’s being treated more and more like a disease, like a virus or something. It’s called very simple: LOVE and yet it seems to burn and consume you until the last cell of your brain. And here is the trick. Its flame seems to get your brain tossed in such a way that you don’t feel like a human being anymore, but like an angel and demon in the same time. Like an alien. Its warmth makes your body vibe to any blink of an eye, a sound, a whisper, or a single word coming from the one you gave your heart to. The one who “infected” your brain and now posses your heart.

Your head-quarter became a heart-quarter.

Nothing seems to be more important than the one who gave you this disease and if you are an egotistical type of person that is going to scare the crap out. You are going to be so scared that you will feel the need to run. As fast as you can. Where? Nowhere…just somewhere… it doesn’t matter. And you will begin to search the strongest antivirus ever put out there on the “market” for this kind of situations.

You will try to reactivate your brain like a generator by pushing any rational button and yet even if that green light of the sign EXIT will work for a while, and you will be SAFE, it will then fade away and behind its closed doors you will find yourself again in the dark, alone and scared not knowing how the hell you got yourself trapped again. The funny thing is that in that moment your only chance is to start looking for THE ONE, ANOTHER ONE.

But too many speak against it. Too many forget its benefices. Too many are afraid. Too many haters. Too many make me sick just looking how they struggle in front of their feelings and then they smile in a fucking freak way, like some sort of winners in front of LOVE. Mind won. Heart lost.

But how can LOVE survive to the power of MIND? Of EGO, FEAR, OUR OWN INSECURITIES. How can we HEAL? How can we make it last? How can we make it stop when it hurts so bad? What does exactly hurt so bad? What comes after?

While I struggled after each love story to find the answers to these questions, at some point (a long time ago!!) I stopped. I surrendered. I loved a man with all my heart and soul. I abandoned myself to the passion and feelings I had for that man, entirely, completely until I found the bottom of my brain and I started to feel my heart. Then I let it speak my mind. It’s own mind.

The reason why I did that was because in my heart I am and I will always be just a child. A very curious one. But I was afraid too. God knows how scared, lonely, lost and afraid I felt sometimes. But my heart was too curious to learn, to see where this burning fire takes me. My mind was too thirsty, my body too hungry not to give in to the temptation, to taste its taste. I willingly accepted to have this virus implanted into my heart and I never regretted it. Cause it made me happy. Extremely happy.

And then when it stopped, I loved another man… even more than the one before… and then another one. I practiced love instead of questioning it knowing for sure that this will bring me in the point I am today, the day when I say that ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

The point when I say that there is no monster in the closet. I have been brave enough and I opened the god damn closet many times now. I can say today loud and clear that there is nothing to be afraid of.  You don’t know it maybe, but your heart has an impressive way to regenerate and if you let yourself go on its flow you will feel, taste, create and reach edges that only in your sweetest dreams you would have dreamed to touch them.

You are going to be judged because of doing that. Most will try to “SAVE” and “HEAL” you. Many will push you away and deny you. Others will call you crazy. Don’t listen to them. And don’t stop! Just don’t stop. Let yourself “infected”. Keep on walking against your fears and open that closet. Your heart closet. You might be surprised of what you’ll find there.

Cover your ears, close your eyes and stand up for your heart. Turn its volume on and let LOVE be your guide. Let it speak for you and that, my dear friend… it will set you free.

Loveheimer 🙂






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There are sheep and there are lions… you can’t compare those two. You can’t mix them, and you definitely can’t force them to live together. The first ones love to be in a flock, living, eating and surviving together is vital, while a lioness can definitely survive by herself without any problem. Of course, family is important for her too, but not vital. Her cubs are very important, yes. Others? Not really. Sometimes hunting together as a family might be easier, but sometimes is just better to be alone.

A lioness can guide herself, she can go through the darkness and dangers of the jungle with her eyes closed, just using her sharp instincts. Her nose. She is a survivor and  she will never back off from a fight, even if that could mean the end of an era, of a generation.

She is fearless. Not afraid to be alone. She will not run away, scared that she might die in a fight with all the wolfs and hyenas who are trying and will always try to put her down. A sheep will run. And will cry for help. Desperately. The lioness will roar, and not of fear, but of anger and as a warning she is sending to her enemy TO NOT cross the line of her patience, of her indulgence and understanding. Her heart is the kindest and bravest, but also the cruelest, if the situation is requesting it.

Humans are not far away from the reality described above. The similarity is quite shocking actually and I am daily surprised of how some of us repeat the same mistake over and over again, expecting (funny!) to get another result. I’ve done mistakes in my life too. Many. But comparing to others, I’ve learned from those mistakes and looking back at my past, I can definitely say that those who confused me with a sheep for the simple reason that I let them walk around me, eat their daily grass and think they could tame me, had definitely a big surprise hearing my wild roar.

I can’t be tamed, and I definitely don’t eat grass.

My mistakes and apparently bad decisions that I’ve made in the past brought me where I am today. I would have never learned to be happy, if I hadn’t done them. I would have never been the woman I am today, if I had been acting like a sheep my entire life. When life puts you on the edge, you have to jump. You have to be strong enough to take the risk and make that jump, if requested, even if it’s scary, even if you might not survive, you have to do it. You have to have FAITH.

lonely lioness

LOVE. TRUST. FAITH. These words are like a basic instinct for a lioness. They define her. In those words, she finds her strength to move on, to fight her battles, to SURVIVE. Even if that means sometimes to be lonely. She is not afraid.

A sheep doesn’t know what those three words are. She follows the flock. That’s her natural instinct. To follow. That’s the only thing she knows to do. And sometimes, without a good dog or a shepherd, sheep are definitely getting lost. 100%. They will not know the way back HOME. They will have no idea that they just got on the edge of the ravine and they are going down. They just go down, while eating grass. They will maybe die happy in their simplicity and their wrong idea of thinking that life means just a patch of earth covered with green grass. But it’s just an illusion.

And that’s the way it is. No more. No less. That’s the only reason why some of us have greatness in us and some don’t. That’s the only reason some will be forever scared to be lonely and some will be perfectly happy on their own too.

That’s how I just… know!

Loveheimer 🙂






“Life is a BITCH and GOD doesn’t care…”


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“I still remember when he told me that… I  don’t know if he read it somewhere and just told it to me to impress me or maybe this was his own perception about life, but I know TODAY that he was right. Even if I didn’t agree then with him. I think it was mostly because I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t! I needed to believe that there is something more beyond us, something stronger, something greater… it had to be…if not, which is the fucking point to keep on going further like snails in a dessert?

Then time went by… different people, different views, separate ways to play the GAME… the LIFE GAME. Same game though, but with different rules. And yet, it seemed to go in circle… to have the same, frustrating result, no matter how they would have played it: lack of love.

…I was talking the other day with a man married for 38 years… 30 freaking 8 years being with the same person, loving and apparently respecting this person and still staying strong till the end. Happy like a child I said to him “wow…this must be true love”… I am telling you… I will never forget his face expression hearing my statement. It was like “Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell are you talking about?” Of course, having a respectable age, he didn’t say that, he just raised his eyebrows, and deep, big wrinkles appeared on his forehead, then with an impressive sadness in his blue, kind eyes which I will never be able to ever forget, he said…NOTHING…  Silence spoke for himself.

Then another one said to me that the truth is that it is not about love. According to men and some women too, it is definitely not about that. It might be…but only at the beginning. In fact “is just… you know… just to feel that you are alright, but somehow you never feel alright… you are always afraid of something…afraid of not being able to pay bills, afraid of not being the perfect parents, afraid of not raising good children, afraid of getting ill and not having someone close to take care of you, afraid of losing the other one and being forced to face all the above all ALONE!”.

When I heard all these, I couldn’t help asking myself: what the hell happened with us? With our ancestors? What happened with our hearts? How come fear gets to win and love always seem to lose the GAME? Why do people choose to stay in toxic relationship, even if they know it is wrong? Why do they pretend to be happy when actually they are not? Why does the quantity of years count and not the quality? Why do they fear?

And then it hit me…

Because it’s easier…

This is why God just got tired to care… he gives love, and if we’d pay attention to all beautiful, small things that life offers to us every single day, we would probably notice that, but we are too busy, we are too in front of our life to realize how empty we’ve got, we still choose fear, we choose to live in the darkness, we refuse to open our hearts again and be kinder, be tender, be braver… so yes, life is a fucking BITCH and God just doesn’t care anymore, but I’d be a bitch too with these assholes called ADULTS, if I had been called LIFE.

But then again I would have chosen to be greater than them, kinder, tender, braver and I’d give them another chance by sending another child on this planet, another pure soul, untouched by the adult world… and I will give them love lessons through this child, but on the other hand, I’d know that all I’d have to do, would be to hope that the freaking ADULTS will finally learn something… because nobody can control what they would choose to do at the end of the day. I would always give them another chance, if they asked for, but I could not choose for them… I could not choose LOVE… only they could…”

The girl got silent… with her big, childish brown eyes looked at the man who was sitting right close to her and who was looking at her as if he was admiring a painting in a museum while she started to smile like a child. He smiled too, touched her hair, took her small, fragile hand into his hand, kissed it gently and with a kind, calm, tender voice he said:

“Smart man that guy who told you that… ” he raised his eyebrows, smiled again, a bit smug this time, as he always used to be when he seemed to know them all and with his blue, childish eyes he touched again her soul with only one look. Like usual, it was an enchanting moment to look at the man who taught her everything she knew, to whom she was grateful for letting her be, no matter what stupid, silly things would have come out of her mouth…

“I choose YOU! I’ll always choose you!” said the girl, she hugged him, and with a naughty smile she kissed him on his left cheek.

It was a cold, but nice winter day…




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“Don’t tempt me! Don’t tease me and don’t tempt me, if you have no idea where your heart, mind and body are standing.”

…I think I should write that on my forehead. This way, every man who is “crazy” enough to start playing the seduction game with me will know. I am a lioness! Let me write that again: I AM A LIONESS.

Don’t know how the other women are, and what kind of deer you have met in this jungle called world, but with me is pretty clear. You’ve started the journey, somehow you have to end it too. And I better be satisfied in the end.

And ok… let’s say, you were not ready the first time, let’s say you felt fear. It’s ok. I know that my lioness way of seductions is not something that you’ve seen before. But dude, let me tell you something: if you try the second time, you better be ready. And you better do it right.

Don’t tease me with your presence, just for the sake of admiring me like you’d admire a wax statue. I’m pretty much alive and I have a burning fire inside of me. It’s like putting gasoline on it. Don’t play with the lioness! Sooner or later you are going to get yourself burnt, if you do that. BE A MAN and do your “job” as a man! Otherwise is too frustrating and boring. Then I will leave to search and hunt another MAN. A REAL MAN. Yes, I like hunting, very much. Not fishing. I am not a shark looking for tiny fishes. And this is not an aquarium where you can float in silence, let yourself watched, show your colors, but nobody is allowed to touch you.

This is a jungle! Either you are IN, either you are OUT. There is no BETWEEN phase in this game. SEDUCTION GAME. Because once you are IN, you have to be aware of the fact that I WANT YOU. I WANT YOUR BODY. I WANT TO TASTE AND FEEL UNDER THE TOUCH OF MY KISS EVERY SINGLE PART OF YOUR SKIN. I WANT YOU TO BRING ME ON EDGES WHERE ONLY THE SKY SEEMS HIGHER THAN THEM.

And you don’t have to guess if I want you or not. I am going to tell it to you. I am going to look into your eyes and I am going to ask you to please me. Desire feeds with desire. Your brain will be on fire feeling, hearing, seeing my desire for you… your imagination will go loose, just thinking at the moment when our bodies will melt into each other. Cause that moment will come, IF I’ve chosen you for that, IF you are brave enough, IF you take the risk, IF you get closer.

But don’t tease me! Don’t play stupid, silly games with me, and don’t tease me…

You’ll lose. Trust me on that… there is nothing on this planet that bores a lioness faster than an undecided, scared man. Step aside and let another one try his luck! It would be wiser!

Loveheimer 🙂