As I heard the sound of your bare feet and the opening of drawers coming from the kitchen, I wondered if I could get away with taking my shirt off. “I can’t find a cork-screw!”
“Never mind. I’m already boozed up from the party.”
“Yeah. Yoni and his friends are a bunch of alkies.”
You stood in the kitchen doorway, a shadow reflected in the moonlight. For some reason, I found my eyes glued to your ankles.
“Come, let me show you my Israeli flag.”
You took me by the hand. It lay there: a huge white blanket, with two blue stripes, and a large blue Jewish star in the middle, on top of your bed. I kissed you, and you fell back, onto the blanket. I pulled off your shirt, my lips on yours, and allowed my mouth to work its way downward. I grew drunk on your nipples. You kissed me in a way I had never been kissed before – or at least, not since I broke up with my last boyfriend, Jeff.
As your hands worked their way between my thighs, I wondered what could be a more glorious miracle than two people exploring each other’s bodies. Where was the ritual to publicize the pleasure of your lips on my lips, your thighs on my thighs? What other proof did I need of God’s kindness?
As we fell back on the now-despoiled symbol of Zionist pride, exhausted, you whispered, “Happy Chanukah”, and pecked at my neck. I laughed and took your hand. When I woke up, our fingers were still entwined. I snuck out of bed, and spent a minute examining the beauty of your naked body, spread out over the Israeli flag, before going to pee, and wondering if it would be unethical to slip a bit of your toothpaste onto my finger in an attempt to brush my teeth.
I dressed quietly, and scribbled a note explaining that I had to rush to work and hadn’t wanted to wake you. I stole a final glance on my way out of your room, and on the threshold between your apartment and the stairs, remembered to say the appropriate blessing, the one I had been reciting over candles for the past four nights, while my stomach craved some latkes: “Blessed are you, Oh Lord, King of the Universe, who has granted us life, sustained us, and enabled us to reach this occasion.”
Amen.
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I’m Heshy Fried from Frum Satire and I am very, very frum. And I completely support Jewrotica – it’s doing a service to the frum community. We need some sort of kosher sexual education. Jewrotica even has a system that allows frum filters to filter out certain things to make it PG for us. It’s mamish Torah. It’s like The Little Midrash Says for sex.
I stepped out of my comfort zone to be a part of this. I was glad to open up the topic of sexuality in my community. We are trying to build a safe space to talk about sex. The result I am most happy about coming from this event is that hopefully now my friends know they can come and talk to me, that I can be their ‘safe space’.
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!
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.
The people behind Jewrotica are quite quality! I have confidence that any project these folks take on will be equally quality.
Jewrotica is inspiring Jews and erotica with holiness and coolness, and is the pride of progressive Judaism. Jewrotica – awesome!
My opinion on Jewrotica is: It’s sexy. It’s awesome. It’s Judaism to the next level. It’s what we should all be getting into!
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!
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!
The Jewrotica event “Evening of Jewrotica: Bedside Reading” was awesome. As Master of Confessions, I got to read the deepest, darkest secrets of people in the room out loud… It was scintillating, titillating, and – yes – even educational!
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