Seeing Sex

I'm so excited to share this news here first: When tumblr died my friend (and badass writer/pornographer/creator of things) Stoya approached me about writing some smut for her new Zero Spaces project. 

"ZeroSpaces is a sexually explicit media project. We carefully handcraft a collection of videos, photos, articles and more into an Issue - much like magazines of yore." 

The link above brings you directly to my contribution. You can take a look at the whole issue by clicking here. It's behind a paywall so I'm giving you guys a sneak peek on Patreon only:

"...Her apartment is filled with plants and her paintings. She doesn’t have curtains, she likes to wake up with the morning light. Abandoned tea cups and glasses of water surround the bed, the cats will drink from all of them. There’s a rosy haze in the air when she’s close to me. She braids my hair and we talk about the science of being wanted. Her fingers graze my scalp, I close my eyes, that tingle shoots hot pink straight to my cunt. I breathe her in, she’s still sweaty from sparring with boys at the Muay Thai gym. She shows me a video of her in the ring, throwing jabs and getting kicked. Green ponytail bobbing, short-shorts hugging her curves, red boxing gloves thrusting forward. I trace my fingers along her legs.  The bruises are bluish-purple, expanding like galaxies on her knees and shins, and the tops of her feet. I breathe deeper, my face close to her skin. I get drunk on that musky forest floor aroma, alive and feminine and pulling me closer. I want to kiss her, but I don’t yet, her hands in my hair feel like foreplay, her fingers fuel that throbbing want between my legs, thumping like a heart beat in the soft pink glow.  

The word love comes easily when I’m with her, it flows through me, there’s cherubs and cotton candy clouds and Greek goddesses and sunbeams. Rose petals everywhere. These visions are romantic and pure. I know she sees them too because she paints them. And here I am stuck with words. 

Later, in her bed, surrounded by cats, I kneel between her open thighs. One hand reaches up to hers, holding it gently, the other is spreading her cunt open. She moans and squeezes both of my hands. My clit fucking pounds at the sensation. She wants me to fist her, but I’m in no rush. I like hearing her ask for it. I sigh at the sensation of pressing 4 fingers inside of her all the way to my knuckles. The resistance of her pretty pink flesh, the way she presses her hips down against me, wanting more even though her body can’t give it to me. Yet. "

Can you tell I was writing about Elly? This piece is about the synesthesia I experience while having sex with my partners, how each of their colours are unique. This is the first time I was paid to write for someone else, but I promise it won't be the last.