A Note on Sexy Storytelling

Good morning world!

Strange here. Just had a little inspiration for some thoughts I’d like to share. I don’t often give advice on any platform where I can avoid it. This is for two reasons;

1) What the hell do I know? On a scale of the whole world who access the internet, I am certainly no scholar on any topic. Who am I to tell someone what to do?

2) Who needs the aggro? Most topics these days are considered highly controversial by someone. And I rarely care enough about any given topic to fight a passionate stranger over the web about it. Everyone’s entitled to their opinions, of course, so I tend to just keep mine to myself.

However, I heard something today that made me chuckle, and also made me want to sit someone down for a quick ‘girls-chat.’ But since I don’t know her, I figured I’d just put this out into the world to see if it helps anyone.

So, a friend of mine received a voice message from friend with benefits, (for the sake of the post, we’ll call her Elle) detailing her saucy exploits at a BDSM club the night before. Let me tell you, the stuff she saw and did was hawt! I actually found myself becoming somewhat excited by content of what she was describing.

My friend on the other hand, was a little grossed out. Not because she doesn’t like what was being described, quite the contrary, but something about the recording just set her teeth on edge.

Now, being an erotic writer doesn’t give me claim to many occupational skills, but sexy story telling is definitely one of them. As I considered our different reactions, I started to realise what Elle had done wrong.

You see, Elle had sent this recording to my friend with the intention of getting her excited with her outrageous adventures, but she wanted to seem subtle and cool, as if my friends approval was a bonus but not necessary.

I get that, when you’re flirting with someone, you want them to be interested in you without seeming too bothered by it. The problem was, Elle tried to achieve this by telling the story as if she were doing stand up. For example, ‘So, I was at the club and I look over and Georgia is getting fingered by the barman! Hahaha. I don’t know if the bar will pass their next health inspection after that!’

…You see what I mean?

Now, anyone who has read my work will know I love lacing a little comedy into my stories, but you can’t have a punchline to a sexy scene. All it does is make the whole thing feel awkward and uncomfortable. If someone is cracking jokes at a time like that, it’s usually a good sign that they’re not hot for you. Sorry about it.

So, what I would like to say to Elle is this; if you’re telling a sexy story, then tell the sexy story. Commit to it, go all in. Let your voice become a little husky while you remember the way the barmans shoulders bulged while he thrust his fingers in and out of your friends wet pussy. Tell us how her moans of pleasure made you want to place your lips on hers and taste her gasps, to adsorb some of her ecstasy into you.

The sexiest thing in the world in confidence. If she had told that whole story with honest arousal in her voice, she’d have been getting an invite to dinner and drinks with Mr Strange and I. As it is, I don’t think Elle will be hearing from my friend anytime soon.

So there you have it folks, a few words of wisdom from a humble erotic writer.

As a side note, I’ve just finished the first draft of Beast of Backar 2, (Title still pending), I’m really excited about this ending, I’ve definitely gotten a little wrapped up in the drama of it all, but I think it worked. I’ve loved writing this story, and I’m sometimes surprised by the pleasure I still experience from writing. Every time I think, ‘God that was so fun, I’ll never love writing a story like a did that one!’ I fall in love all over again. It’s a wonderful feeling.

Also, I think I’ve accidentally invented a writing genre. A lot of the ideas I’ve been coming up with seem to include some kind of a murder or crime with the protagonists having to solve it. Is erotic-crime a thing? If not, patent-pending! 😆

Oh, one final thing. I think only the most expert of erotic storytellers can use the word ‘squirt’ and make it sexy. Note, you’ll never see it in any of my stories because I can’t pull it off. Elle used it at least four times. 🙄

Fantastic Beasts and How to Ride Them

So, first of all, can you believe Mr Strange wouldn’t allow me to use that as the title for my Halloween collection? Sometimes I feel like my creative genius is being totally smothered. 😒

So, the main stories for my collection are finally all written and mostly edited. This has been a fantastic summer in that regard, and I’ve actually learned some helpful tips! (Don’t get too excited, the dedicated authors among you will either already know this stuff, or be clever enough to see obvious pitfalls in my brand new game-changing discoveries…)

First, instead of writing a story and then editing it straight away, I’ve written several stories and then come back to them much later. This has been hugely beneficial because I’ve been able to reread the work with almost completely fresh eyes. Before, I would miss typos because I had the story so clear in my mind, I was reading what I knew should be there, not what was actually in front of me.

(Side note: It’s also been a real eye-opener to discover how short my memory retention actually is. Two weeks away from a piece of work and I’m like, ‘Wow, this is pretty good stuff. I didn’t see that ending coming at all!’)

Another interesting thing I’ve noticed is that I seem to be developing an MO of sorts with my writing. I took some time to look back over some of my older work during my editing time, and there were similarities to my newer stories that I hadn’t expected at all! (Remember the worrying retention thing?) I feel like I’m really building my identity as a writer, and actually becoming a more three-dimensional K M Strange. I find myself smiling at things I’ve written and being like, ‘Heh, classic!’

What’s really impactful to me about this, is that the dream of being a writer/stay at home mum is starting to feel more real. I want this to be who I am, not just something I do on the side, and as my bookshelf gets bigger, it seems so possible. I’m chugging along, and slowly but surely, I’m making it happen.

That said, I’m so grateful to my husband for his constant, unwavering support. And I’m endlessly thankful to everyone who has read any of my stories or blog posts, or left a comment or review. It may just seem like a small, ‘Eh, she’s not the worst author I’ve ever read, I’ll bang her 70p and a medium rating,’ thing to you, but to me, it’s life changing.

Anyhow, I didn’t mean to get all ‘real’ there. I’m just in a very happy head space I suppose. Must be Autumn. ☺️ Speaking of, the new Halloween collection that will not share the same title as this post is going to be released in a few weeks, so watch this space!

Amy Collette said, “Gratitude is a powerful catalyst for happiness. It’s the spark that lights a fire of joy in your soul.”

Sounds like another powerful catalyst I’m familiar with… 😏

Take care,

Strange

We’re Going Through Changes…

Truth be told, I do not love that song. If I had to choose though, like gun to my head, I’d probably listen to the Osbourne’s version over the original. Don’t judge me!

Quick disclaimer; this post is not really about writing, more an update/life musings post. If you’re not in the mood for that, feel free to close this and read a more relevant post. It’s cool, I feel ya.

Thank God you’re still here. I mean, I was playing it cool but honestly my self-esteem is entirely hinged on your continued interest in this post.

Aaaaanyway…lately I’ve had a lot of stuff go down. Real stuff. I mentioned a while ago that I lost a relative recently, I don’t want to go into details, but it was someone who I really feel like I needed more time with. I’ve been working through the ole’ grieving process with my usual grace and resilience (cut to me sobbing under bed while muffling my cries with cinnamon buns) but I’m learning a lot about myself as I go.

The biggest impact it’s had is that I’ve had to seriously reassess my self-image and understanding where I fit in this crazy world. As a result, I’ve been hella insecure lately. Which has made me massive amounts of fun to be around.

So far though, as I build this new chapter/version of myself I’ve found a few things: 1) I want to be a writer more than anything (career wise) and I’ve thrown myself into it as a result. My short story collection for Halloween is coming along at breakneck speed. 2) Being a mum was always at my core, but now I really understand the gravitas of the relationship for the child. There is no other job that could possibly compare. 3) I’m funny even when I’m sad. Ironic win.

So, there you have it. I’m slowly emerging as a new version of myself and I’m excited to see how it progresses. If any of you can relate, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Faraaz Kazi said, ‘No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world does not stop for your grief.’

Well, fuck you too Kazi. 😒

Take care,

Strange

A Work in Progress…again.

Hello, readers! How are we all?

So, I wanted to mention that things may be a bit quiet in the Strange warehouse at the moment, it’s going to be a little while before a new title is released.

Not that I’m not working on it…I am! But the last few months I wasn’t up to my best. I lost a family member in March, so I was busy grieving and organising the funeral etc, while also trying to write. The writing was a welcome distraction to be honest, but I realise now that it meant that some of what I released wasn’t up to my usual standard.

Anyway, I went back and re-edited some of my more recent titles to bring them up to scratch, and then I figured, in for a penny, in for a pound! So I’m now going back over my older work too, just to make sure everything is as good quality as possible.

That’s it, really. Not that I think you’re all out there watching your computers obsessively waiting for my next title, I just didn’t want you to think I’d faded in to the oblivion of lost writers. I did visit there once for a holiday, wouldn’t go back; the service was awful. Great food though…

Salvador Dali said, ‘Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it.’

Well, ill show ewe Mr Dali!

Take care,

Strange

The Horror! The Sexy, Sexy Horror!

So, I’ve finally done it, I finished my sexy horror(ish) story! I say horror-ish because I don’t know if everyone would find it scary, but it’s definitely in that genre.

I did, of course, write a monster-inspired Halloween story last year, but that was a little more subtle, whereas this one is pretty on the nose.

I don’t want to give anything away, but I have to say I’m particularly invested in this one artistically speaking. It’s shorter than my other work, only around 9,000 words, and it was very much a labour of love. Usually, when I write my stories they’re based on things I have at least some experience in, and they’re written for particular audiences that I have a good understanding of.

This is none of those. Mr Strange mentioned the idea, as he’s a huge horror fan, and even suggested a structure. At first, I wasn’t sure, but as I started writing, I found myself just loving the whole story and going completely off the structure I was planning on. Much to Mr Strange’s dismay.

In truth, I’ve always liked this theme, you know, in a sexy way, but it’s not my main fantasy go-to. It’s more like a special-occasion when I’m in that-kind-of-mood-fantasy. Still, it never occurred to me to write it, but as soon as I did, I was enthralled by the idea.

The end result is that I have a story that I love and that was super exciting for me to write, but I have no idea how it will translate for readers. BSDM enthusiasts may be left bewildered, horror fans may be underwhelmed, who knows?

The story also tested my technical skills too. There are a lot of scenes that shift between reality and fantasy, and though I understand it, I’ll be interested to see if the flow from one to other will work for readers.

So, if that fantastic sales-pitch hasn’t left you itching to download my latest work, I don’t know what will! It’s called ‘Unravelled’ and it should be available on Amazon any minute now. Damned delays.

H.P Lovecraft said, ‘I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is expected of me.’ I feel like he and I may have been kindred spirits…

Inappropriate? (But Not in a Good Way?)

So, as a writer of all things kinky and some things funny, I’m not one to back down from being a little risqué or inappropriate at times. But I read something recently that literally made my jaw drop:

I’m not supposed to answer reviewers?!

I’m still pretty new to this, but apparently it’s actually considered a faux pas to respond to reviews, even positive ones. I’m not complaining, I was just genuinely surprised.

I don’t mean that I would want to argue with a negative review, I’ve always said I take feedback gratefully as I’m still learning. But I’m a naturally chatty person, and I’m always super pleased with any review so I like to say thanks.

But have I been making an awkward situation for reviewers? I wouldn’t want to put them off reviewing my writing! Is this something that’s standard practise or just something some reviewers feel?

Writers: do you answer reviews? And if you are a reviewer, what are your thoughts?

And most importantly- how many times can I slot the word ‘review’ into one post? So many questions!

Rumi said that silence has so much to say. What he didn’t know, is that when K M Strange is around, silence doesn’t get a word in edge-wise.

Cracked it!

I know, I know, it’s a little late for an Easter joke. I can’t help it, I’m just so egg-cited!

For those of you still reading, thank you for seeing past my cheesy humour…

So, today I’m writing because I feel like I’ve overcome some kind of huge writing block this week. I’m still working on the story I mentioned in my last post, and up until yesterday, I was really struggling with certain elements of it.

I found I was able to write the main story okay, but it was lacking some depth. I felt like I was hanging out with these characters but they weren’t being upfront with me about everything I needed to know.

You know when you’re at a party and there’s tension and pointed comments made between two of the guests but you don’t get where they come from? It was a bit like that. I was genuinely starting to worry about how I was going to pull the story together.

I kept going though, hoping that if I stuck with it, played nice and earned the other guests trust, they would confide in me the big secret I was missing. And that’s exactly what happened.

It was a bit of a gamble, because for a while there, I thought I might end up getting to 20,000 words before having to just bin the whole thing. Now, though, I’m genuinely excited about finishing this story with the added information I have.

Has anyone else experienced this with their writing? Sometimes I feel like I’m only half in control of my stories, and that the characters I write have a degree of autonomy… it means that I actually often don’t know exactly what’s going to happen even when I’m writing.

…maybe I’m just a little mad. But shh, don’t tell my characters, I don’t want them to think they can get one over on me!

Anyway, I’ll leave you with this; George Santayana said, ‘Sanity is madness put to good use.’ I wonder how much erotica he read before he came to that conclusion?

Take care,

Strange

Mind Over Mattress

So, I’m currently working on a story all about a woman stuck in a cabin with a huge guy. Not just big, but like, beastly if you will.

Now, we all had our princesses as girls, and I was Belle. As a child, I thought I liked talking clocks. As a teen, I realised what I actually liked, was the idea of a big, strong, slightly scary man beast.

I thought that meant that this was just my type, even my husband is very much that ‘alpha male’ body shape; tall, broad shouldered, oddly possessive of certain wings of the house. But as I’ve gotten older, that perception has started to shift a little.

As an adult, I find I’m far more aroused by mental dominance than physical dominance. The fact is, I’m 5ft 3in, not a big girl. Not even a big hobbit, for that matter. It doesn’t take much for a man to overpower me physically. (I’d like to note I have taken a few guys out with a pretty effective right hook, though.) I suppose it’s just not as impressive when a man is all muscle.

But I do consider myself to be an intelligent person, and as I’ve gotten older, I find I’m more and more turned on by mental prowess. This is a little hard to explain, luckily Mr Strange is an impressive specimen in this category too.

There are times when Mr Strange has done little more than talk to me, lowering his tone, captivating me with his piercing gaze… and convinced me that not only do I want him to fuck me, I need it. That’s what really gets me hot. When a man (or woman in my younger days) could use my own arousal against me. Could tempt my kinky side out and make me behave like the submissive slut I am deep down.

So tell me, dear readers, what is it that gets you hot and heavy: brain or brawn? Do you want to be thrown against the wall and taken? Or talked down on to your knees?

And to those of you on the other side, what’s your most effective technique? Do you throw your lover over your shoulder and carry them to bed? Or do you whisper sweet degradation and make them thank you with their undying physical devotion?

Plutarch said, ‘Remember, the mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.’ I would argue the same could be said of other areas too.

Thanks for reading!

Strange

The Thing About Weirdos…

Have you ever felt like you didn’t really belong? Like when you look around, it’s like watching Planet of the Apes- sure everyone looks vaguely like you, and the world looks familiar, but you still don’t quite fit? Also Helena Bonham Carter is there without Jonny Depp? It’s all just a little off.

When I was a teenager, this feeling made me very self-conscious. I tried to keep myself to myself and when I got physically and verbally attacked by other teens, I just took it because I felt like I deserved it. I was an outsider in their world after all.

Yep, like pretty much all creative people, I had a hard time as teen. Boohoo. You know what though? The thing about weird people is…they grow up to be freaking awesome.

I’m not just talking about me here, though I do think I’m pretty awesome. And hot. And humble. But it’s actually the case of almost all weird people I’ve met or know of. The fact is, weird youngsters get a hard time because most people their age don’t see the oddness for what it is- Intelligence/creativity/humour.

Believe it or not, I didn’t even see this truth clearly until I was re-watching (for the billionth time) a series of RuPauls Drag Race and the Queens were talking about how they were ostracised as teens, and now they’re revered for their art.

I’m in my 30s and I’m only just now starting to put myself out there a little more with my writing and my humour etc, and the funny thing is, it’s not just hearing that other people like what I’m doing that’s so empowering, it’s how I feel about what I’m doing.

My point is, if you, like me, ever feel or felt like you’re not normal- it’s because you’re not, and that’s a really, really good thing. The world might not get you yet, but they will. And when that day comes, make sure you’re ready to show exactly what you’re made of!

Charmed, I’m sure…

That’s right people, I’ve released the newest story in the Garden of Eden series; Charmed.

This story focusses on the founder of the GoE club; Evander Fort, and the judgemental journalist, Evelyn Kelley. They are brought together by the exploration of Evander’s world, with steamy results and deadly mysteries!

‘Oooooooooh!’ I hear the canned audience cry.

Honestly, I’ve loved writing all of the stories but this one has been especially close to my heart because it’s the penultimate story and it’s brining the whole series towards its end. I feel like I’m now approaching the last hurrah with a bunch of new and freaky friends who I’ve become very close to.

I do have real friends too. I swear…

It’s also been very poignant for me as Evelyn and I share a love of writing that is born from journalism. That’s right, K M Strange used to write for papers. Big ones, you ask? Well, no. I mean, I got a few bi-lines here and there but…well I write erotic fiction now, what does that tell you about my journalistic career?

It’s also been interesting because most of the characters I write are either already into some kind of kink or at least open to it. Writing a character who is as closed and resistant as Evelyn was a fun change of pace for me.

Which raises a question to you, gentle readers. What’s your perversion and when did you come into it? Were you a fully grown adult before you noticed that the feel of rubber gets you all tingly? Or were you reading vampire novels and enjoying them in ways no normal fifteen year old should, like a certain Strange author we all know and are growing to be very fond of?

While you ponder that, I’ll leave you with a particularly enjoyable quote from a well known teen fave of mine:

‘Put your seatbelt on,’ Bella cried.

Edward laughed darkly and responded, ‘you put your seatbelt on.’

‘For Christ’s sake, Strange. Put your panties back on!’ K M’s husband yelled.