Kate Granger
Kate Granger is a Director at a global corporation working in Hong Kong. She is also the creative partner to Sissitrix as a contributing author here and on Sin Street. Kate also runs the popular Kate Granger Fiction blog and has published numerous books on Amazon.
We hunt pleasure. We catch pain. With Kate Granger.
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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.
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.
Dragon’s Club
I’d become a regular at the Dragon Club. High-class working girls, rich guys, libertines, and other assorted decadents from Debauchery Square.
My lips — the gateway to your pleasure
I was here to visit the Debauchery Square gloryhole. An emerald green painted door on a red brick building, I rapped hard with my knuckle…