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 4, Marisol Vega
A late-night radio host chases a vanished caller to Cairo and finds a Sissitrix canvas waiting underground. The Mouth doesn’t enter through her lips. It enters through her ear — because Marisol was never aroused by bodies. Only by the exact moment a voice stops lying.
Act 3, Vladimir Volkov
Moscow in February. A combat veteran wraps himself in compression to quiet the noise. At an underground Sissitrix showing, the Mouth of Truth doesn’t ask him to unwrap. It tightens what he’s already bound and names the pleasure he spent twenty years calling therapy.
Act 2, Evelyn Hart
Evelyn Hart collects art that stares back harder than people do. When she wins a Sissitrix tongue at auction , ink and gouache on velvet, no reproduction permitted, she hangs it above her bed. The painting breathes. Then it listens. Then it feeds on the truth she buried at sixteen.
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.