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…

The Beast of Backar

Hello, readers!

How are we all keeping? I hope everyone is enjoying the burgeoning Spring as much as I am. Though I’m an Autumn girl at heart, I do enjoy seeing nature start to wake from her slumber as birds are singing and flowers are blooming once again.

…That was all a little poetic for me. Hey-ho, you gotta write what you feel I guess…

Aaaaaaanyway, the really reason I’m writing is to express my excitement about finally finishing my latest short story: The Beast of Backar.

This, like so many of my stories, has started off based on one idea, and changed and evolved more times than I could track as I was writing it. The initial focus was on the immense size of the male-protagonist.

His height people. Come on, minds out of the gutter.

This theme is still prevalent throughout, (with sexy results) but the characters ended up having so many other defining qualities, the story became so different from how I’d planned it.

What you can expect though, is a sparky female lead, an unbelievably hot man and lots of heated tension. (With sexy results!)

It’s the first of three parts but, like my other works, still stands alone as its own erotic story.

I should mention that there are also some twists and turns and an element of mystery and danger. I’m starting to lean into this kind of writing a little. I don’t know why, to be honest, erotica has always been my thing. But I just can’t seem to stop myself at your standard ‘wham-bam-thank-you-mam,’ stories. And I’ve genuinely loved writing this. I can’t wait to see how it progresses!

Anyway, if you’re looking for an erotica story with all these elements, you may find the Beast of Backar is right up your alley. And maybe some other places…

To finish, I’ll leave you with this: Charles Baudelaire said, ‘My heart is lost, the beasts have eaten it.’

Sure Charles, we get ya. The beasts ate my heart too…

You can download The Beast of Backar here

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

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.

Welcome to 2021

I know, I know, we’re all sad to say goodbye to 2020, forgive me for being so controversial.

Heh, okay, maybe not.

I’m going to join the crowds of people who are very ready to get 2021 started, and I’ve got a lot of ideas that I’m psyched for! Change is cumming people!

My New Years resolution is to purge myself of the toxins in my world; Healthy body, healthy mind, healthy planet. Am I saying ‘No more junk food for me ever again?’ And jogging my way to the supermarket to buy some new gym gear that will only get used three times before being upscaled to my new loungewear?

Yes. But at least I’m trying, bitch!

To be honest, I’m actually in a place where I’m incredibly happy with most things in my life. I find I’m at a stage where instead of trying to make huge changes, I’m more focussed on building on the foundations I’ve made over the years.

Some things definitely have to go, (I still have huge clanking goth boots from my late teens) but otherwise, my plan is to just keep doing better with what I love.

Which brings me, inevitably, to my writing. At the moment, I’m a book and a half away from finishing the Garden of Eden series. I’ve decided to get this all done before I start anything else. I’ve loved writing this series and while I’ll be sad to be done with it, I’ll be happy for my characters who will finally have the answers they’ve been demanding between their many sexual antics!

On the horizon, I’ve got a supernatural series planned, think hotel for sexy-ass monsters meets K M Strange. I’m also in serious debate about opening an Etsy shop under my pen name and selling various night-time delights. I’d be interested in your thoughts on this.

So tell me, dear readers, what are your plans as we skip hopefully into the new year? What do you foresee on your own horizons? Will your plans benefit from some elegantly written porn? You know your girl Strange has got your back.

Until next time, I’d like to leave you with a quote from Mae West that needs no tampering from me, ‘All discarded lovers deserve a second chance, with someone else.’

And like those forgotten lovers, I’m ready to let 2020 fade into the past. 2021 – let’s be having you!

Winter is Cumming

Oh yeah, I went there.

This is a weird time of year for my little family unit; the darkening period between Halloween and Christmas. So, Novemeber I guess. See, Mr Strange loves Halloween, they’re like Jack and Sally, or Tim Burton and his wife, Danny Elfman.

Mr Strange is also obsessed with Christmas, he takes both of these holiday’s very seriously. As do I, it should be noted, I love any excuse to get dressed up, eat sweets and decorate my house. Especially since we now have a two-year-old who matches our excitement ten-fold. I don’t think any woman in history has welled up as much as I at hearing the words, ‘My Mum’s a witch!’

But November tends to be the slump in between. Largely because Mr Strange doesn’t take November 5th as seriously as I do. I love fireworks! And bonfires! And nigthtime shinanegans! This helps bridge the gap between the Witches New Year and the Consumers Binge Party for me quite nicely. It would be impossible to ignore the connection between Bonfire Night and my own creative tastes. Surely, there is no more accurate comparison for an orgasm than literal fireworks? Has the metaphor not been done to death because of it’s very visual similairties to the feeling of copulating? So, I’m currently trying to ressurect 5th November in my household which is quite difficult since the UK has just plummetted into yet another lockdown. Let me know what/if you’re doing anything for the event! We’re watching a lot of fireworks on TV and maybe I’ll let my son play with some matches.

Just kidding. Mr Strange hides the matches from me.

In the meantime, I’ve started to expand my online presence somewhat, I’ve just joined Twitter and already have 5 followers! *Fist pumps the air.* In all seriousness, I’m truly grateful for all of the support I’ve had from my readers so far. Everytime someone follows me, rates my books or leaves me a comment, it’s exactly the driving force I need to keep going. So thanks so much to all of you! You validate me. 😀

Speaking of, I’m about halfway through my new short story, ‘Name Pending.’ It’s an office story with strong D/s themes, (what?!) with an underlying romance and it’s heavily based on the tv sitcom ‘Full House.’

Not really.

It’s not actually based on ‘The Office’ either by the way. It’s actually based (setting-wise anyway) on my own time working for a recruitment agency. I spent alot of time in London as a teenager too which has helped shape the descriptons. The interactions are all products of my filthy mind, I’m afraid most office’s are woefully boring. Though it should be noted that I was working in a family run firm so, yeah, maybe my options were a little thinner than some. It was my family. I did have sex in an office once, though, on top of a phone shop. I’m pretty sure they based that sitcom on me.

Anyway, I hope your November is as sizzling as mine. Remember, only you can prevent bush fires. Trim regularly.

So Excited! (And not just in that way)

Someone once said, if you can’t find a book you want to read, write it! I don’t know that they were expecting me to start detailing the sexual adventures of my promiscuous characters, but hey-ho.

So, what does that have to do with anything? I’m so glad you asked! Mr Strange and I are currently debating the cover of…my first actual paper copy book! I know, right?! It’s going to be a collection of my short stories so far plus an extra, bonus, never before published erotic short.

I suppose it might seem like an obvious step for most writers but this has been a very long time coming for me, in ways I didn’t even realise before. I actually started writing erotica when I was about 18. It was terrible, obviously, but I was just having some fun with a genre I enjoyed reading. I dabbled with a few chapters, but inevitably my budding talent ended up falling to the wayside as my journey in to adulthood progressed. In the end, I mostly practised by writing sexy texts to Mr Strange.

It was he who recently decided he’d had enough of watching my invaluable (if somewhat nieche) talent be wasted, and demanded I assault the innocent public with it. I never expected to sell much, I always said if even just one person enjoys my writing, it was worth putting it out there. Leaving myself vulnerable to the opinions of a potentially harsh and unforgiving public. Who actually turned out to be very nice perverts, like me!

And now, just six months later, I’m designing a cover for my first real book. And, my feelings still haven’t changed- if even just one person likes my work enough to purchase it and have it on their shelf, I’ll be so delighted. Obviously that’s not counting the family members who will receive a copy for Christmas. I’m sure Mum will be thrilled.

So, watch this space, readers! The K M Strange Collection is on it’s way to Amazon and Kindle. Treat yourself or your friends (with a good sense of humour).

Until next time, take care!

Oh look; incest.

Got your attention, huh? I thought it might. Perverts 😏

I just finished writing my newest story – Sibling Seduction, which is about, you guessed it, sort-of incest.

Who knew this was such a popular topic? I mean, I’ve definitely fancied a few brothers in my time, they were just my friends’ older brothers. And I was their sisters’ weird friend who breathed a little too hard outside their bedroom doors.

But after writing a story based on two step-siblings exploring their passion for each other, I have to say I kind of get it now.

I’ve always been something of a brat- you tell me I can’t have something, I’ll just wait outside his bedroom door until he finds my raspy breathing adorable. And the whole step-brother/sister thing is very much is the forbidden fruit vein. The fact that my characters secretly fancied each other despite being told by their parents that it wasn’t okay, was pretty freaking hot.

My favourite thing about writing erotica has been having the opportunity to explore different kinks, and Sibling Seduction has been my biggest exploration yet.

So, if siblings are your thing, don’t waste your weekends grinding up against your friends’ brothers legs. Indulge your fantasy with my newest tale.

Alternatively, wait until they go out for the night, then steal a pair of their boxers. That works too.

Sibling Seduction is available to download here!

Who Forgot Jessica Rabbit?

Hello all!

So, I just finished writing my newest short; Boom and Bust, and I have to say, I thoroughly enjoyed writing this story. Not just in the way one would hope to enjoy an erotica story, but actually because I was having fun with my characters.

I know I say this a lot, but I genuinely never know exactly how my stories are going to turn out when I start writing them. This bad boy was only supposed to be about 10,000 words, and it ended up being nearly double that!

As well as having plenty of sexy encounters, the characters all ended up getting to know each other and even themselves, forming new and powerful relationships. I mean, beyond the standard relationship between a group of drunk guys and a pair of busty girls.

I even grew attached to the group of guys I created. My focus is usually on the female protagonists but writing the banter between the boys gave me real sense of kinship with them.

However, as always writing this story has made me take a close look at myself and forced me to ask some hard questions. So here goes, deep breath…are my references outdated?! The feedback from my focus group (Mr Strange) suggested that the examples I used to help visualisation of the characters wouldn’t be recognisable today. Am I the only person in their thirties who knows Jessica Rabbit and Betty Boop?

I’m no poser, I can honestly say, hand on heart, that I have never once seen a Betty Boop cartoon. I have literally no idea what her storyline is, except her little catch phrase and the fact that she’s curvy AF. But if you said to me, ‘She looks like Betty Boop,’ I’d be all, ‘not really, she’s in colour.’

And surely EVERYONE knows Jessica Rabbit? Again, the film where she made her big screen debut was shot before I was born, but I still saw it. Didn’t everyone?

…it’s because she’s not on YouTube isn’t it? Maybe Jessica and Betty need to get a YouTube channel.

So, if like me, you’re a child of the 90’s piggybacking the prestige of 80’s media, I hope you’ll give my story a read. Otherwise, quickly google those characters so you have a point of reference, then give my story a read. Maybe also look up Bay Watch. No, not the one with Dwayne Johnson…