Soon her breasts were heaving to the beat of DJ Chus on the rooftop dance club. As she sipped her icy pink cocktail, drops of condensation fell from the cup onto the tops of her breasts and ran into her cleavage. Luke stared. “Go ahead,” Agrat said, bored, “lick it off.”
Luke gulped, audibly, but before he could approach, she grabbed him by the collar of his white linen shirt and led him to the roof ledge. She dropped her drink off the roof, paying no attention to where it landed, and placed his hands on her thighs. “Okay, let’s get this over with. Fuck me.”
Luke’s eyes went wide. “Here?”
“Trust me honey, in the morning, this will all just be a wet dream,” said the daughter of illusion as she hitched up her miniskirt. “That is, if you wake up at all.”
Luke unzipped his jeans and pressed Agrat up against the rough cement wall that enclosed the rooftop garden of the dance club. He dutifully thrusted to the beat of Agrat’s precisely whispered dirty instructions: “Harder, faster, hold it, there! YES! Right there! Wait for me to reach you, yes! Now. Don’t stop. Deeper, yes baby, now! Fuck yeah!” Luke’s eyes were closed tight in fierce concentration, or ecstasy. (Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference.) He finished in less than three minutes. Agrat then shoved him out of her and twisted him around so his back was up against the wall. He quivered in unearthly sensation, as she kneeled and took his still-hard cock in her mouth, covered in both of their juices.
Agrat sucked him dry, careful not to waste a drop. Then without even bothering to pull up his pants or button his fly, she slung him over her shoulder and jumped off the roof. She didn’t need to check his wallet for the address. Now that he had been inside her, she knew everything there was to know about him from the minute he was born until the minute he would die (of old age, alone in bed, after two dysfunctional marriages and five fucked up kids.) She had him back in his bed, covers thrown lazily over his prone form, entranced in the stupor of the oversexed, in less than five minutes.
Agrat then jumped from his window, which she left open – her signature exit. As she landed on the sidewalk and walked back to her car, his semen leaking down her legs and chilling her as it cooled in the breezy ocean air, she sighed. She blinked her eyes purposefully and in an instant she was out of her clothes, clean, and wearing comfy grey sweats and a tiny white tanktop.
Celebrating 10 Years & Marking the End of An Amazing Project
Celebrating 10 Years & Marking the End of An Amazing Project
What an incredible night Jewrotica was!!!! There was this fantastic moment, in a sea of Jews of all sexualities, ages, backgrounds and denominations, that I realized we were all in this together! I hope that there are many more events coming to Austin soon!
Jewrotica was everything I had dreamed of and more: sexy attendees, tantalizing confessions, and well-written literature to boot! More importantly, it empowers us Jews to reach inside and own our sexy selves and heritage!
Learning about sex and what’s right and wrong when it comes to sex from a Biblical standpoint was an eye opening experience. I completely enjoyed it and think something like this could be a very cool thing to bring to even high school aged Jewish youth groups.
Jewrotica is awesome. It expands the mind and for people who were raised with narrow views on sexuality. Whether you are Jewish or not, or in different sects of Judaism like Orthodox, Conservative or Reform, no matter what your background or where you’re from, Jewrotica gets you to see Judaism and how it relates to sexuality in new ways. I really appreciate Ayo being here and helping us learn different ways to connect with our sexuality.
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
The people behind Jewrotica are quite quality! I have confidence that any project these folks take on will be equally quality.
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 had a great time deejaying at the Jewrotica event at Columbia University. The live readings were hilarious, informative, and in some cases, deeply moving. I know that I, along with many of my AEPi fraternity brothers, loved being able to connect our Judaism and our sexuality in a way that made all of us feel comfortable and welcome. I look forward to being a part of this again in the future!
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