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

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! 

There’s Something About Santa

Okay readers, let’s settle this once and for all- is Santa sexy? 

I mean, I’m obviously hoping he is, since my Christmas short is largely based on that idea. But, is St Nick really just a sweet old man who leaves presents for good girls and boys? Or is he the ultimate symbol of ‘giving’ for us perverts? 

Now, I’ll be the first one to admit that I’ve got Daddy issues, (remember the sketchy parenting?) and it’s true, I’m partial to an older man as a result. But it’s only as I’ve grown into an adult that I’ve developed a kind of crush on Santa Claus. Which, as I’m writing this, I realise is the only sane option as a child version of me sitting on the lap of my 70-year-old crush, is all kinds of not okay. 

Anyway, I don’t know if it’s the security and the experience of an older man, the idea that Santa is magic and can therefore, in theory, perform all kinds of miracles in the bedroom, or simply the idea of taking the art of ‘gift giving’ and perverting it into something naughty. 

Maybe it’s just all the Baileys. 

But there’s just something about Santa that l don’t know. 

My husband and I have enjoyed a Mr/Mrs Claus fantasy in the past with very positive results, though he looks more like Santa’s well-built, slightly roguish son. And I’m sure if you asked him, he’d say I was more like Mrs Claus’ unbelievably hot granddaughter. If he knows what’s good for him.

There’s a dark side of me that suspects I would enjoy a kind of BDSM Father Christmas scene. You know what I’m talking about- put over his lap for being naughty? Yeah. I can get behind that.

So tell me, dear readers, do you have a secret Santa fantasy? And if so, please share it with us! 

Until then, remember, if you don’t believe, you won’t receive. And the same is true if you don’t put out, but that didn’t rhyme.