A Disturbed Lolita
A Disturbed Lolita
Fascination with sex and how to ask for it.
Dear reader,
Art only lives through its viewers. But delivering could be a challenge. I use a few subterfuges: renew the pleasure, create a routine, and let the art mature.
Some stories, like Sin Street, are delivered every Friday. Others take longer, like this obscure Sex Clinic I have been secretly drawing since this summer.
Today, issue 52 presents Lolita, a disturbed patient of this psych ward.
A dirty exploration of human desire
Lolita was perverse in all her thoughts. All was a game she must lose. A never-ended humiliation loop where a degrading experiment led to another.
Follow Lolita, the sex explorer. Obviously, as with any quest, there were enemies she had to face. Mostly here, it was nurses, guards, and the director.
Lolita acquired a legend from her experimental orgasms, transforming her room with tiled walls into a bath of body liquids, screaming all her pleasure.
The director was the most perverted. The game always started the same way. She was saying: “What are your experiments? I can be your sex doll.”
And to show him the dildo she had carved out of an armchair leg — a giant, perfectly oiled piece. I never saw more masochists than in this crazy place.
She knew her sadistic doctor liked to inflict pain. She pulled up her dress, lay on the floor, and silently exposed her hole, begging for intense use.
“Whore", written in large letters on her butt, resonated as an direct invitation to explore human desire. And Lolita was its most delightful subject.
Reading some of your messages, I know that some of you are desperately waiting to enter this institution. It won't be long... But for now, have a good Sunday evening!
Love always,
Sissi
This Lolita is an exceptionally good, bad girl. Carving wooden dildos and oiling them is just so decadent. More please...
Keep it up.