Erotic art of Sissitrix

Sissitrix

Sissitrix is a French-American Artist working in New York and also creative partner to Kate Granger as a contributing author here and on Sin Street. Sissitrix began publishing the first of a thousand “Dirty Drawing” in April 2021. For more, follow the Instagram account.


Latest publications


  • Dark for Two

    Dark for Two

    By sharing your joy with your friends, you can double it. It is here. Big, dark, and beautiful. You already salivating at that massive sight.


  • Velvet Venom

    Velvet Venom

    A dark, erotic-surrealist visual poem. A controlled revelation in which a human figure gradually gives way to an uncanny anatomical image.


  • Gimp Mask

    Gimp Mask

    “You were careless enough to leave me the choice. I choose therefore that you shall be my slave, and I shall make a toy out of you.” — Sacher-Masoch


  • A Giant Vagina

    A Giant Vagina

    In the wood lie the body of a giant goddess, the dark lodge is said to have been built right between her legs, in the hollow of the hills.


  • Moonless Night

    Moonless Night

    How far does a girl have to go to untangle her tingle? Do you like when I open my mouth? How much do you want it? I know, dream about it.


  • Dog Days

    Dog Days

    She is coming home. Are you ready little worthless sissy?


  • Wet Night

    Wet Night

    She is coming home. Are you ready little worthless sissy?


  • Deep Throat

    Deep Throat

    How far does a girl have to go to untangle her tingle? Do you like when I open my mouth? How much do you want it? I know, dream about it.


  • Cutting balls

    Cutting balls

    Let’s fuck! I cut off his ball. Only one. Poor kid. A single ball hanging from a tiny penis. Goddess couldn’t help but play dirty with you.


  • The Monster Inside Us

    The Monster Inside Us

    Men have monsters between their legs and shit in their head. I returned to the cabin in the wood. A place who goes by the name of Dark Lodge.


  • Strange Art Life

    Strange Art Life

    We mold our desires. Like a golem. The totems we carve are not objects; totems are ourselves. Desire becomes obsession when it stays unseen.


  • The bird

    The bird

    The bird as the truest form of Rejection. Worship the Middle Finger. Home of middle finger fetish. Rejecting beta losers. Fuck you.