ZeroSpaces: Explore

(I wrote about foursomes for the latest issue of ZeroSpaces magazine. Stoya said I can share this snippet with you. It’s about the couple my husband and I had a relationship with for years, they were tagged as “GF” and “BF” on tumblr, and we stayed with them this summer when we visited the East Coast. Our connection with them was life-changing and so special. If you use the link above to purchase the issue you ge access to all of the videos, photosets, articles and smut in this volume, and I get a little kickback too!)

She dressed me like a doll for him. “Stay still, you keep blinking,” she said quietly as she applied my liquid eyeliner with a steady hand and great skill. She found the pinstripe dress in a thrift shop, she knew it would be my size and she was right, it fit like it was tailored for me. She knew what he liked, she knew how to please him, trying to be ‘good enough’ is one of my oldest kinks. Her satisfaction the first time she pulled up the zipper in the back was palpable, I liked the critical way she looked me over, like I was a project that would soon be a prize.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub as she fussed over my make up. I remember as a child watching my Mother’s friends getting ready for a night out, fascinated by their make up brushes, streaks of colour, kohl liner and lipstick tubes. I loved the faces they made in the mirror while applying these layers, pomp and pride and power. The wide open eyes and mouths while they brushed on their mascara, the puckered pouts while they set their pretty pink lips. My girlfriend pressed her own lips together, making a smacking sound, a sign that it was time for me to mimic her so my lip gloss evened out. I obeyed.

I watched her face as she worked on me, so serious and studied. Her feminine features are delicate, even with her brow furrowed and her chin dropped as she blended the setting powder along my jawline. I savoured her rapt attention, her soft hands on my face. This part was sexier to me than all of the fucking we did later.