Sissitrix

Welcome into my world, Sonar.

Uncut black pigment. Artisanal production. One pound of Hell.

Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.
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Mechanical Hole — a "Sex Pods" story. A flesh-mechanical sexual orifice with synthetic nerve-tubing, chrome cartilage, and a neuro-link interfaced with the cerebral cortex.

A flesh-mechanical hole with synthetic nerve-tubing, chrome cartilage, and neuro-link. Made at the Fuck Factory.

Utterly cute

Oh my, my…

We both know what it is about.

Urban legend says that in the midst of a hairy jungle lies a milky waterfall that makes men drunk, in ecstasy. Is it just a wet dream?

Here is a treasure map for those who dare and a diagram for a gesture dance.

Sex pods machinery.

A Carnal Carnage Thirteen fragments of the usual bizarre.

Remember when you accidentally pressed the reset button? This is what it mentally looks like…

This close-up is so erotic, and so inspiring.

I'm still testing the sex pods. A entire week and not a single body has died. I'm so happy. The computer crashed, but the brain is intact. The trade-off is spectacular orgasms. Believe in me. #sexpodsbook sissitrix.com/sex-pods/

Everything will be fine.

“The positive and negative view of the sexual origin of the world” Studio shot.

Oh my…

Girl biting into an XXL hotdog (7-feet white chalk studio version.)

An Empty Mind When I draw, I let it go. Like sex.

A perverse story from my newsletter — based on my empty, desperate nights.

Mujo (This Transient Life), Akio Jissôji (1970)

This is Sunday

Studio views

Haiku Cover Promo!

Indeed!

That brunette look puts me on fire.

Mamy! Mama mia!

Let me smell, let me taste, let me lick. Empty, let me empty you.