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Jojo And The Amazing Technicolor Strap-on

By on August 29, 2016

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Written by Maxwell Bauman. Maxwell is the Managing Editor of Door Is A Jar literary magazine. He is a nice Jewish boy with a collection of more than 60 different versions of the Kama Sutra spanning 9 languages. To read more of Maxwell’s writing on Jewrotica, check out his piece Shiksa Goddess, Putzes at an Exhibition, and When the Bush Burns.

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Then Joseph said to them,
“Do not all interpretations belong to God?
Tell me your dreams.”
Genesis 40:8

God speaks to people through dreams; in Jojo’s case it was a wet dream. In her dream there was a man in a sex swing with his arms and legs spread wide. His skin was the color of terracotta. He was oiled and shimmered in the pink light. He was muscular, like he spent a lot of time in front of a full-length mirror squatting and lifting. His head was bent back and she couldn’t see his face. The upper part of his neck was scruffy and there was a particularly dark and bristly patch of black hair on his chin. The same coarse hair coiled on his chest and formed a thin trail as it travel over his navel before bursting out again around his groin. His balls hung low and his schlong throbbed in a plump place between soft and hard. Jojo could tell he was out of his element by the way his hands clenched, and how his feet squirmed in the stirrups; he was used to being the one in control. Motionless men and women dressed in full-body latex suits surrounded the man in a circle and kowtowed to him with their assess sticking up high in the air.

Jojo was nude except for a low-rise leather corset 6 inch strap on harness. It was like a heavy-duty thong. It had an adjustable waist with silver belt buckle on the sides and lace straps in the back. Three silver snaps in the front attached to a steel O-ring to secure her most prized possession, a silicone Technicolor strap-on. The dildo was seven inches long; each inch was another color of the rainbow.

She gripped the dildo by the base. Her slender, tawny fingers were like the yellowish-brown of a lioness. She rubbed the red mushroom head against the man’s tight anus. The man gasped and shuddered. Jojo reached out to caress his chest when a cluster of stars twinkling like dazzling disco balls flew up from behind the man and into the sky. The premature illumination startled her and she woke up, panting, drenched in sweat with a strange feeling of satisfaction and yearning.

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