XConfessions meets Black Mirror in Touch Crimes

Imagine the most natural thing in the world, human contact, was suddenly forbidden… Would you be able to resist your desires?

Flash forward to a dystopian future, where free will has disintegrated and the human need to feel another’s touch is strictly illegal. Robotic, emotionless minions patrol our cities, in search of anyone committing the heinous crimes of skin to skin contact and even worse, sexual interaction. Punk outlaws Luna Corazon and Maximilian Gambero are arrested on such charges and dragged into a cold, empty, industrial prison to while away the rest of their days trapped, invisible and unable to seek human affection every again…

Of course, Luna’s desire is uncontrollable. Breaking free of her shackles, she finds her way to Max, ripping open his skin tight prison suit to reveal his beautiful lips. Their passion explodes and she keeps on ripping. And well, you’ll have to watch to find out what happens next…

Guest director Sally Fenaux Barleycorn explores contrast between a cold, empty alternate dystopian reality and the warm intimacy of sexual, human connection, fighting inhuman politics with bare, open, sexual people, real desire and passion. Sally taps into our most fundamental instincts; the instinct to touch, love, embrace and, of course, fuck! With fantastically sensual lighting and chemistry so strong you’ll practically feel it oozing through your screen, you won’t want to miss Touch Crimes!

Those goosebumps along the skin, raised from the lightest touch. That’s what I missed the most. I was living in Amsterdam, in a world, a time, different than yours. A world where humankind had become so desensitised to each other that they had become touch-phobic. An organised, impersonal, faceless, untouchable society set up to avoid all physical contact as a rule of proper behaviour to the point of making physical interaction illegal.

It was like touch deprivation. No caring, loving, true human touch. What I would do to feel a lover’s breath on my neck, lips across the tiny hairs at the nape of my neck. What I wouldn’t give to have fingers softly stroke my nipples and tongues tasting my sweat.

And when the moment finally came for skin to skin contact, how hard would I come?

From the confession Touch Crimes by SciFiSally