Scene II
Layla wouldn’t need to wait long to see Jon again. They made a date for just two nights later. He would come to her place. Her husband would stay with a friend.
Jon arrived, set his things in the bedroom and suggested that they start by taking a shower together. Layla agreed and as they walked upstairs, Layla’s mind went wild – questioning what she was doing, how this works and who was going to make the first move.
Though comfortable with her body and though Jon had had his fingers deep within her just nights before, she found herself shy to remove her clothing. Layla shared with Jon how she felt and so they sat together – fully clothed – for a few moments, she on his lap and his arms around her.
That steadied her enough to take off her shirt, untie her capris and slide her panties down her legs until she was standing before him – as unclothed as she could be. He undressed quite unceremoniously and she averted her eyes, embarrassed to be standing opposite a nude man who was not her husband.
Jon suggested a bath. They ran the water and relaxed into the heat together, Layla lying between Jon’s legs but facing away from him. Jon gently bathed her, tenderly running the soap up and down her arms, her thighs, her strong back and shoulders. He wet and shampooed her hair, expertly foaming her locks, massaging her head and making her sigh with pleasure. As Jon rinsed Layla’s hair and began to work the conditioner in, Layla knew that her turn would soon be over and wished that this sweet moment would last forever.
Layla closed her eyes, savored the moment and then focused her attention on Jon’s body, which she had not really looked at it until just then. Strong legs, a long torso, wide shoulders and – a very large and thick cock. She doubted that she’d ever be able to fit that inside of her. Being small and on the tighter side, she didn’t usually have much luck in that department.
But she noticed that his cock was different from her husband’s. She thought, she held it and then she realized: a foreskin. Jon was uncircumcised and she was holding her first foreskin. Slightly frightened by this new object and new experience, Layla touched Jon’s cock, examined it and then wrapped her fingers firmly around his shaft.
She soaped up her hands and loved the give of the foreskin as she moved her hands down the shaft and back up over the head. It was like a game of hide and go seek and Layla became giddy in an almost-childlike way, playing with his cock and exploring this new toy.
Jon kissed her – first gently, then fervently. Layla pushed back his shoulders and looked him in the eye. “I need to tell you something. This might sound strange, but I feel the urge to tell you that I love you.”
Layla knew that what she was experiencing wasn’t “true love”, but that didn’t change the fact that she felt those words wanting to come out when sharing an intimate moment.
Jon smiled, unfazed: “So tell me then.”
They finished their bathing, rinsed off in the shower and Jon combed out Layla’s hair – sharing a moment of intimacy that Layla had never felt with anyone else. Jon, having longer hair than most, knew exactly how to comb out her locks and treat her curly hair. It was touching.
When Layla’s hair was thoroughly combed, Jon turned to her: “So, what did you have in mind?”
Layla looked down, once again bashful. She had been having dark fantasies since she was eighteen, but – feeling a bit guilty and strange about them – she hadn’t even mentioned them to her husband until a few months prior.
Layla confided in Jon her fantasy of being dominated, of being sexually pleasured against her will and being forced to like it. She shared with him her fantasy of being called into an office late at night and being bent over a desk by an older manager who takes advantage of her. She would never want it in real life, but there was something so hot about the fantasy.
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Jewrotica is a great way to ask interesting questions about the interplay between sensuality and Jewish wisdom. Check it out.
At Jewrotica’s Evening of Bedside Readings, students declaimed monologues on sexual encounters that had a Jewish twist. At Columbia/Barnard Hillel, the speakers pushed their own boundaries by performing a range of explicit narratives that challenged how the audience thought of the relationship to Judaism and sex. During the speakers’ preparation, the arguments about which narratives would be appropriate forced students to take a stand and voice their opinion on their own beliefs about Judaism an… Read more
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!
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.
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!
While many people fear the “sex talk,” Jewrotica offers an opportunity for writers and audiences to speak about sexuality in a open and safe space. When I attended a Jewrotica reading, I heard stories that reminded me that love takes many forms, and that expressing it is a vital part of who we are as a people.
I love the inclusiveness – there is something for everyone, in and out of the Jewish community.
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!
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