When he put his mouth on my nipple it felt as if every nerve in my body were gathering under his tongue.
I took Sami’s shirt off after mine had already been crumpled and pushed into the legroom. His shoulders were high and strong, and I pressed my mouth against the handle of his sternum, my fingers tracing the crease of his spine with its knuckles of vertebrae. I thought of God, suddenly. Sami made an ocean sound in the back of his throat, a gentle rumbling, and I wondered if I was ever going to be punished for that moment, for the feeling of fullness I had with his body on top of me.
Time moved strangely then. The moments of awkwardness stretched and then disintegrated once our socks and underwear were off and there was nothing between his skin and mine. When he sat up to roll on a condom – an act that looked ridiculous to me, and made me realize why people didn’t like using them – it seemed like he was away from me for a long time. And then, when he moved between my legs, lowering himself into me, the pain held me still, reaching into my chest and forcing my mouth open. My eyes were closed, and Sami’s breath sounded distant until his hand reached down between us, slow and careful. The skin on his fingers was soft, and I felt myself emerging from the pain into a thick sweet pleasure. My back arched higher and higher, I felt his hipbone push into me sharply a few times, and then he was kissing my neck, both of us still.
An hour later Sami parked his cab on Mesilat Yesharim street, and we walked down to the small park on the corner of Ben Yehuda and King George. The park has a little pond and a fountain, and then a few steps lead to a small garden with some benches and a huge brass sculpture of a horse. We sat on the edge of the pond, and Sami took a new pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. He peeled the clear plastic off and dropped it at his feet without crumpling it. I watched him open the box, tip out a cigarette, and reach into his jacket for a red plastic lighter. While he lit the cigarette I looked down into the pond. There was a thin crust of ice on the surface, but I could see the water moving below it, and I reached out with one hand, spreading my fingers and pressing down until I felt the ice begin to give. As soon as the water began to rush through the cracks I’d made I pulled my hand away and rubbed it against my thigh, shocked.
Sami looked over at me. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I cupped my hands over my mouth and breathed into them until I felt warm again. A dirty-looking yellow cat approached us slowly, making a low mewing sound and swishing its tail back in forth. Sami grimaced and shooed it away. Taking a final drag on the cigarette he exhaled deeply, and then reached for my hand to pull me up.
“I should take you home,” he said, and I nodded.
Celebrating 10 Years & Marking the End of An Amazing Project
Celebrating 10 Years & Marking the End of An Amazing Project
I’m into Jewrotica. I went in for my second circumcision.
Jewrotica is inspiring Jews and erotica with holiness and coolness, and is the pride of progressive Judaism. Jewrotica – awesome!
You may not tell your mom that you’re going to a live Jewrotica reading (or whatever clever name you will dub these events) but you will tell your friends. However, both would be jealous if they find out that they missed it. I think it will only be a matter of time before Jewrotica helps us reclaim the term “Dirty Jew” the way rap music has done for “The ‘N’ Word.” I know I am now proud to be a Dirty Jew!
Jewrotica is something that the community has needed for a long time so that people can actually learn, express and share and have good relationships without having to stumble through life. Check out the site and learn something. Have fun!
I attended and participated in last month’s Jewrotica event. The engaging performers and Ayo, our inviting host, inspired the audience to feel like one big community. What a great way to inspire our community to embrace sex as a beautiful thing that can be fun, exciting, sacred, sensual, ridiculous, scary and everything in between!
Bedside Reading with Jewrotica was funny, sexy, and hot all at once. The readings were honest about all kinds of sexuality, but the highlight of the evening was definitely the confessions, written by audience participants. Nobody knew who wrote them, and most were tell-alls that would make your bubbe blush. Unless your bubbe was very, very cool. Then maybe she’d make YOU blush!
I love the inclusiveness – there is something for everyone, in and out of the Jewish community.
Such an amazing experience! The Sarah Lawrence Jewrotica workshop was more than I could have ever expected – a comfortable, safe, sultry environment where participants clearly felt good about sharing or listening to each other’s intimate experiences and relating them to sexy stories from the Torah. From the moment the workshop began, Ayo had a sweet presence that was kinetic and spread around the room; her storytelling abilities had everyone enraptured and made the conversation topics relata… Read more
I’m so glad that Jewrotica is represented here at Jewlicious! It’s bringing voices that need to be heard in the Jewish discussion and Jewish climate environment.
Jewrotica is a great way to ask interesting questions about the interplay between sensuality and Jewish wisdom. Check it out.
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