Written by Leia. Leia is a first-time Jewrotica writer who was raised in an observant environment and still identifies as Sabbath-observant and traditional.
Scene I
The girl in the red dress opened the door and paused at the entrance. She didn’t notice the way that the red dress she wore hugged her curves. And she didn’t realize the way that her nipples pressed through the fabric of her dress when hard. But everyone else did.
Her name was Layla. She had a sexy outside and wore a confidence that didn’t betray the innocence that was on the inside. Raised in a religious environment, Layla had never been in a place like this where pain became pleasure and pleasure became the currency of the night.
Though the most progressive and open-minded of all her friends, Layla had grown up in an insular community with the most vanilla of values. Layla married Josh, her first boyfriend, at nineteen who she had met at the tender age of twelve and started dating at just sixteen. Layla discovered her clitoris at 21, found her orgasm at 23 and was raised in a culture that forbade women from touching men prior to marriage. She loved her husband and he loved her, but they were both ready to take an evening’s field trip outside of their observant Jewish community to see what lay on the other side.
Here Layla stood at her first play party, her tichel now a scarf, her arms bare, her calves accentuated through the choice of her best Shabbat heels and at the cusp of a new world. Her husband went to work the door, collecting money and checking IDs in exchange for free entry to the exclusive event, and she was left with a choice: she could stay by his side for the next 2.5 hours or go off to explore on her own.
With a bit of trepidation, Layla began wandering the party and the kink scenes started to unfold.
There was a large room set with three different stages, carpeted areas primed for whatever scene the audience’s imaginations might create. To the right, a young college girl lay folded over a bench as a boy just a few years her senior began administering the spanks. Layla curled up on the couch opposite them, taking a front-row seat to the pleasure that was about to ensue. The man looked up, held her gaze for a minute, smiled and then administered a stinging spank to his partner’s ass – as if welcoming Layla to the scene. After all, in this world, voyeurism is participation.
Layla’s eyes widened and she found herself just a bit short of breath, vicariously living through this couple’s experience.
The girl on the bench squirmed and the squirms turned to moans as her partner began alternately spanking and fingering her – vigorously, forcefully, with intent. Layla subtly repositioned herself for a better angle of this new activity. Was he actually fingering her in front of all these people? Could you see her, you know…?
Layla felt the place between her legs moistening with each moan and, unsure how to feel about that, left the scene to wander around the party. She encountered a bit of flirtation directed toward her, introductions, a man hitting on her.
“I’m going to do horrible things to you and you are going to beg me to do them.”
Layla felt like young prey delighted to tease her predators and simultaneously terrified of what they might do to her.
Celebrating 10 Years & Marking the End of An Amazing Project
Celebrating 10 Years & Marking the End of An Amazing Project
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!
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!
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
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’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.
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!
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.
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 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.
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!
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