Fictions
All is a fiction, sometimes not.
SIN STREET
A surrealist neo-noir erotica
EGO-EROTIC TRIP
An addictive ego-erotic triptych about bullshit jobs, corporate abuses, and the New York sex industry.
WHO IS SISSITRIX?
I write and draw with a ballpoint pen. All is a fiction, maybe not. It’s about domination, and humiliation. Continue reading →
LATEST FICTIONS
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…
Act 2, Evelyn Hart
Evelyn Hart collects art that stares back harder than people do. When she wins a Sissitrix tongue at…
Act 1, Jonah Voss
A Boston PI takes a missing-persons case that leads him to a Sissitrix canvas in a derelict cannery.…
The Loan
“I placed the painting between my legs. Tongue facing me. It didn’t move. Not at first. Then, slowly,…
THE BOOK OF SISSITRIX
120 days of a perverted biomechanical experience.
EXPERIMENT
Biomechanical art
A neuro-link interface transmitter for bio-pods, paired with a nexus of synthetic neurons designed for robotic…
EXPERIMENT
Mechanical Hole
A flesh-mechanical sexual orifice with synthetic nerve-tubing, chrome cartilage, and a neuro-link interfaced with the cerebral…
EXPERIMENT
Last Report
My perversion was to direct electro-waves, robotic orgasms, electromagnetic arcs, and giant bursts of light all…
EXPERIMENT
Neuroactivation
The sensory substitution sex systems were the ultimate, new layer of pleasure and pain on this…
DEBAUCHERY SQUARE
We hunt pleasure. We catch pain. With Kate Granger.
Latest short stories
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.
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…
Keep walking — I’m in ecstasy
Hubby handwritten sign on the floor reminded me how forbidden our sex was, even here, in the public convenience of Debauchery Square…
Watch us, Honey
Watch us, Honey. My husband begged me to do it and my pussy leaked my lover’s sticky semen from a well fucked hole.
Gentlemen Kisses
A gentleman kiss is an absolute thing. I enter the Gentlemen’s club. First glance, new play. Shall I tie you up before new year?
Unfinished Job
Get here to finish the job, having you like a whore in a cheap hotel room. You are no longer a man, you are his girlfriend. Such a Sissy.
Night Hell
Ego-erotic triptych end. A kinky voice telling them that they are worthless, unlovable, and should be ashamed. Enter the darkness.
Afternoon Purgatory
Follow the Ego-erotic Triptych: A kinky voice telling them that they are worthless, unlovable, and should be ashamed. The worst, right here!
Morning Paradise
That is the Ego-erotic Triptych: A kinky voice telling them that they are worthless, unlovable, and should be ashamed. The ugly is to come.
Strip Tease
When you are a sissy, desperate to be stripped of any masculinity, you may visit Mistress Gina. She will turn you into the pathetic slut you desperately want to be.
Short Books
Download one, get naughty, and repeat — nine books, each illustrated with a dozen of original drawings.