Fictions
I write and draw erotic fictions. Kinky texts about domination, made with the dirty ink of a black ballpoint pen. Fiction is great to talk about reality. It unfolds alt-worlds.
Do you want me to push a little further, a little deeper, read my texts. The title always say it all. Which one will you pick first?
Act 1, Jonah Voss
A Boston PI takes a missing-persons case that leads him to a Sissitrix canvas in a derelict cannery. The painting’s mouth is warm. It yields like skin. By dawn, Jonah isn’t looking for the woman anymore. He’s found what his own mouth was always trying to say.
The Loan
“I placed the painting between my legs. Tongue facing me. It didn’t move. Not at first. Then, slowly, like a muscle waking up after years asleep.”
The gravel pit never gave anything back
The water stayed flat and black even when the sky bled orange. Fish didn’t bite anymore. Hadn’t for months. Lies are easier when you’re alone.
Spanking Theater
“He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man,” a self-destructive coping mechanism, only to numb emotional pain.
Amateur Admirer
All this happened in the artist’s corridor. That was a cam show. It was weird and perverted, but you loved the girl.
Broken Sissy Boy
Come here broken sissy boy. Is this what you want? Being Feminized and transformed into a toy that only exists to satisfy me? Come closer.
Fetish Obsession
Have you ever chase an enigmatic lover? Try to replay in a loop the time you saw that silhouette. Maybe it is in your mind. Doubt everything.
Empty Mind
I like sausage. I sell hot dogs. Creamy. He was here, lining up. Transparent. Middle-aged man with no taste. Ghost in old school pants.
The Cum Right Inn
The forbidden fruit. The hole that decent girls won’t take a cock inside. But me? For twenty bucks, any man can bury his tool inside me for ten minutes.
The Blowjob Queen
Me? A Queen? My blowjob punters visited almost an hour apart, and at twenty bucks a shot, a three-hour shift would barely pay my room rent.
I am depraved
I am depraved and on the down low. When I lose control a terrifying, libertine alter ego, visits me, forcing me to suck cocks at a gloryhole.
A red light is too far for me
Bianca gripped my arm tightly as we walked past the burly, handsome, yet mildly curmudgeonly cop guarding the entrance to Debauchery Square.