How to Balance Everything and Look Flawless Doing It…

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Hello again, Readers!

It feels like it gets longer and longer between posts at the moment, but that’s largely because I’m moving slower with my writing too.

I’ve mentioned before that I’ve got a new job which actually comes with a massive training course alongside it, so I’m pretty damn busy at the moment.

And let’s not forget that we have officially entered the craziest time of the year: Holiday Season! My family celebrates Christmas and I’m sure we all know just how much that gets in the way of everything else. Have I done any writing today? Nope; I’ve been busy wrapping presents for neighbours I don’t know and relatives I don’t like. Ho, ho, ho!

To be honest, I’m so charmed by the season since I became a Mum that none of the annoying aspects of it bother me at all anymore. I was even blasting the Christmas radio station (oh yeah, that’s a thing) in my car the other day. When I see my boy writing letters, looking out for reindeer, decorating a tree, baking cookies…frankly, you’d be hard pushed to sour my eggnog.

Anyway, back to writing. Because I’ve had to slow down in pretty much every aspect of my life to balance it all, I’ve actually had to look a lot more closely at my writing to make sure I’m using my time effectively. As such, I’ve found another weird niche that I’m quite good at; erotic horror/sci-fi. I’ve done a few stories in this genre before, mostly because the occasion (Halloween) called for it.

But having this time constraint has meant I’ve had to write what comes the most naturally to me, and it seems that the weird stuff is just pouring out of me uncontrollably. It’s my first high school party all over again!

So, I’m currently working on my new Erotic short, tentatively named, ‘Slime Lake.’ Though the title may yet change. It’s an erotic horror and a loving homage to the films I loved in the 90’s. It’s a little tongue in cheek, and a little tongue in anus.

Sorry, I’m in that kind of a mood.

On that note, I leave you with a quote from a British politician who absolutely would not have ended up starring on I’m A Celebritity…

‘Success is stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm.’ – Winston Churchill

It should be noted, he was a big drinker, and ‘failure’ may have been code for ‘pub.’

Take care,

Strange

K M Strange: Myrrh Than Just a Pretty Face

Hello, everyone! I hope you’re all getting as excited for the festive season as I am.

I just got back from a friend’s wedding, the first adult gathering everyone in my family has attended since we all started having kids. It felt so great to be dressed up and dancing with my husband again.

The wonderful thing about having children is of course…everything. 😏

One of the drawbacks, however, is remembering who you are as an adult human being. Or, more specifically, learning who you are now that you have to be a parent as well as a person.

Being a mother has been incredible, you all know my feelings on this. But it’s been a while since my husband and I have had an extended period of time to be together and explore our more private selves.

But yesterday, I had a taste of that side of us again. My hair and make-up were done perfectly and I chose a dress that I knew would accentuate all my best assets. Did I feel good? Oh yeah. Did I look good? Damn straight. But I don’t make this much effort for me, I do it for him. I want my husband to look at me and be proud to have me on his arm. To know other men are looking at me and nodding their approval at him.

Mr Strange and I flirted, chatted, ate good food, drank champagne…and danced. The way that man holds me, moves me, touches me…it sets everything inside me on fire.

The wedding was held in a large, flint cabin and there was a point in the night where Mr Strange and I were in a balcony room with a log fire. I looked over and he was sitting on the sofa, leaning back with confident ease. To me, he looked every inch the warrior I married. Easily the most handsome and masculine man in the room. I went and knelt by him, in my floor-length dress and stilettos, resting my head on his lap. The cosy atmosphere of the room leant itself so that this gesture didn’t look out of place; just a couple getting cute by the fire. But to me, it was like coming home.

So, yeah, I’m a little blissed out (not to mention exhausted!) today. I feel like Cinderella after the ball. Except I came home with both of my sparkly shoes and I was in bed by 9.30pm. I’m in my thirties, okay? I do everything she did in a day, with a three-year-old strapped to my calf.

That’s the first reason for my elation. The second is: I finally did it! The Christmas book is out and available on Amazon. I agonised over the title for a while, but eventually, I decided that for a Christmas short, cheesy was acceptable. So, please hold your groans.

‘All I Want For Christmas Is You…And Him.’

Oh, yeah. I went there.

I’m pretty happy with how it came out. It’s got a little Christmas magic with a lot of debaucheries. I’ve even managed to squeeze in some genuine character growth. Is it Dickens? Nah. But is there some dickings? You bet.

Yup. I went there too.

Anyway, if you’re in the mood for a charming Christmas special from your girl Strange, it’s currently on offer here. As ever, I’d love to hear your thoughts and feedback.

Until next time, deck those halls, darlings!

Strange

Don’t stop now…I’m so close!

I can’t believe how long my Christmas story has taken me to write. This would be one of the biggest build-ups I’ve ever experienced, but it’s been more like an endless edging session.

My son has been unwell and, therefore, seriously grouchy lately. This has meant that I’m running on even less sleep than usual with pretty much no time to myself to write. This story has been written in tiny increments between toddler tantrums, usually with me daydreaming about getting a water spray bottle and giving the kid a little spritz every time he hits his cousins.

Still, I’ve finally managed to get the bare-bones done. I now need to review, edit and post, all hopefully before Easter.

When I have managed to get back into it, I’ve really enjoyed the story and the characters. I’m trying another new theme; a little MMF, why not? I usually base a lot of my content on my own experiences or fantasies, but this is actually not something I’ve really considered in great detail before.

If you’ve read my work, you’ll know I lean toward a fair amount of MFF scenarios, and that’s because I’ve been known to partake in such scenes in the past. I believe this is linked to my submissive nature. When I was a teen, I experimented with girls and, while I found the experiences beautiful and erotic, I never fell in love with any woman. When my now husband and I met, we engaged in intercourse with women together and I loved it, but this time, because I felt like I was elevating his experience.

I’m not saying this is the healthiest way of being, by the way, but it’s the way I am, and I like me just fine. 🙂

Anyway, the idea of being with another man literally makes me recoil, not because I don’t find other men attractive, I mean, you’ve seen Jason Mamoa, right? But because it would feel like an abomination against my submission to my husband.

However, in this story, the male partner has actually arranged the MMF threesome, and I must admit, I found the whole story far more arousing than I ever expected.

So, here’s my question to you, dear reader:

How to I effectively stop a three-year-old from being a jerk?

Just kidding. What I want to know is, have you ever engaged in a three way? What are your preferences?

Someone once said that three’s a crowd. I say, get a bigger bed.

Take care,

Strange

Is Christmas Sexy?

Don’t groan at me! My rule is that no one can even say the ‘C’ word (not that one!) in my house until after 5th November – Bonfire Night, for those of you who might not have heard of it. See V for Vendetta for a slightly pious retelling of the history.

But when you have kids, keeping the gentle chime of bells or the sparkle of colourful lights out of the home becomes a battle from late July. So, I allow myself to start at least planning my decor from 6th November, and actually putting up decor from the last week of.

Anyway, I do enjoy Christmas, especially now that I’m in charge. Well, I’m second in command to Mr Strange, but the main thing is it’s our house, our rules. I love all the things you would expect to love about Christmas, but I’m curious of those who love an entirely different aspect of it.

Last year, I posed the same question about the Santa Claus fetish, and I maintain that there is something about him. But, what about the holiday itself?

There are certainly some romantic aspects; sleigh rides in the snow, cuddling up with hot chocolate, snowflakes in the air. And I am 100% in for passionate sex atop a fur rug in front of a roaring fire. Of course, in my house it’s more like a quickie atop an old blanket in front of a radiator. I don’t have a mansion, I have an inquisitive and soft-footed 3-year-old.

I was sent an email containing advertising for Christmas themed lingerie and I felt very torn about it. (Not unlike how I expect the lingerie would feel after a short while, heheh.) On the one hand I was like, ‘Ha, who’s getting off on a woman in a red and white furry panty set?’ And on the other hand I was like, ‘…oh. Me.’

What about you, dear readers? Do you ache for a candy-cane between your lips? Do you beg to be the gift for someone to unwrap? Are you eager for a meaty stuffing?

I went too far with that last one. I knew it even as I wrote it.

Take care,

Strange

Don’t put me on the naughty list; I’m sorry for the stuffing crack.

Damn. Stuffing crack – I just can’t help myself.

Go On, Spoil Yourself!

It’s that time of year, after all. The time for giving and receiving, drinking and eating. And let’s not forget, all that fornicating under the mistletoe!

But is anyone’s Christmas really so picturesque? I’m no Grinch, really! But to be honest, I get a little frustrated with the high expectations that come along with Christmas sometimes.

I have a two-year-old son and that is the best thing about Christmas for me now. I love the hype and the songs and the stories. I love the glow of wonder on his face when he sees his whole street alight with neon, and hearing him humming jingle bells to himself at full volume in the middle of the night. 

Up until he was born though? Let’s just say my family weren’t exactly the ones they base Hallmark cards on. Imagine the Simpsons crossed with the original cast of Shameless. Traditional and festive? Not really. Drunk and hilarious? I don’t remember, so I assume so. We did the thing, ate the food, swapped gifts, drew funny faces on sleeping Grandad, etc. 

But come the evening, I liked nothing better than curling up with a good book. And when I say good, I obviously mean sexy. I don’t know why, I always found it especially exciting to be doing something naughty the second that Santa wasn’t updating the list. Like wearing nothing but lingerie under a long coat out in public. Innocent, as long as you don’t get caught.

With that in mind, my newest story, ‘Spoiled,’ is now available on Amazon. You know, to keep the season kinky.

Remember readers, tis the season of giving… yourself a secret orgasm while everyone else is gorging on Christmas pudding. 

Spoiled is available here

Happy Holidays! 

A Peek Under the Covers

That’s right readers, today’s post is about big…well, maybe medium sized, reveals. First, my new book cover, and then just me revealing just a little about, well… me. So snuggle up and let’s get some sweet nothings whispered.

So, this is the cover Mr Strange and I have chosen for the paperback book that’s going on sale in a few weeks. I’d love to know your thoughts! I must admit I’m almost as nervous as I am excited- I’m publishing a real book! It’s the sort of thing I’ve dreamed of since I was a teenager, but never imagined I’d actually do. Now that the time is almost upon me, I feel a little vulnerable; when you put your art out there, it’s open to whatever criticism the world wants to throw at you. It’s one thing to say, ‘oh, I think I can string a sexy story together,’ and an entirely different thing to say, ‘I think I’m worth paying for.’ Though I would 100% back that statement for some of my skills…I also design tattoos in my real life.

Why? What did you think I meant?

Anyway, I feel like I’m ready to put myself out there. As I’ve said before, if nothing else, there will be a book on my shelf that my son will never be allowed to read, and a book on my parents shelf that they will never bring themselves to open. And if that’s not a Christmas miracle, I don’t know what is.

As for me, I’m starting to find it tricky to segment the writer persona and my usual alter-ego these days. Which is mad because I’ve only really been immersed fully in my writing for a few months. But already, I’m finding I can be a more authentic version of myself when I’m K. M. Strange. I can be more honest, expressive, and, if we’re all being truthful, a little cheesy at times, and that’s fine. I don’t need to worry about being shamed or cast out by the people in my professional life for (God forbid!) talking about sex.

The truth is, I think physical connection is so important for human beings. It helps us translate our emotions and express them in a way that is so raw and genuine, words could never really match it. I fear, at times, in a society that is so desperate to free women from being oppressed by their sexuality, we are at risk of condemning ourselves to pretend it doesn’t exist. Or that we don’t care about it. I tend to keep my views on such areas to myself, I believe whole-heartedly in the expression, ‘You do you, and I’ll do me,’ (In every interpretation.) But I can honestly say, I love my body and my sensuality, and I love that my husband loves it too. I am a sensual, sexual being, and I am very happy with that.

But, hey, that’s just me.

I’m also intrigued to see how this new-found freedom is helping me develop as a person in other areas too. Since becoming a mum, I’m much more proactive in the house. My upbringing was sketchy to say the least. I mean it’s all okay, I turned out fine! (Where did I leave that ball gag?) But I really want my son to grow up with a happy, attentive mum in a warm and welcoming home. So, I’m finding myself baking, decorating for seasons, I even watch home-maker YouTube-ers like Brianna K religiously. (She’s adorable!)

Since becoming an author, I have more of a sense of self and where I used to feel a bit silly about having different cushion covers for different seasons etc, I now have the confidence to act exactly how I feel, regardless of eye-rolls or patronising sighs.

I’ve also started to be more giving in the bedroom. Not that Mr Strange and I are lacking, far from it! But sometimes he’s so forthcoming that I take it for granted. So, last weekend I made sure I dedicated almost an hour to just being present for him and his manhood. It was such a liberating and almost meditative experience – I actually enjoyed it as much as he did, and I can’t wait to do it again.

So, there you have it folks. K M Strange: Erotic Author, Adoring Home-Maker and Raging Cock-Slut.

Huh. That’s catchy, I might add it to my resume.

Until next time, I leave you with this:

‘You cannot wear every expectation, consider setting aside the ones that don’t fit.’ – Bozeman Zawisz

‘Or consider using a smaller plug and building up until it’s comfortable.’ – K M Strange