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Click hereHe spoke to me in soft and soothing words while his hand ran through my hair. He lightly traced the outline of my face with his finger. He leaned over and kissed me gently. My body went almost limp. Then he moved down on me, tracing kisses over my stomach. When he got to my panties, he reached under my tuches and gently pulled my panties down my legs, casting them aside. He kissed my thighs and his tongue ran up the inside of my thighs close to but never touching my pussy. He teased me with his tongue and my hips shifted. I wanted him to taste me, but he was in control. I gave myself totally to his wishes. I thought that this was sexual torture, wonderful and yet painful. Darren brought his tongue lightly over my clitoris. I gasped and I raised my hips up to meet his mouth. Darren kept his distance so as to not push me over the top too soon. My desires, passions, wanton needs were his to command and control.
His lips kissed a trail up my body until we were face to face again. He laid his body on top of me. He didn't enter me yet; he loved the feeling of being in control and having me any way he wanted. He cupped my face and kissed me again. I had to open my eyes to look into his beautiful brown eyes. I guess Darren saw my eyes soften and knew that I was ready. With one last kiss on my neck, Darren crawled down between my legs. His tongue ran up and down my slit, again and again but stopping short of my clitoris. His mouth made a kosher feast out of my pussy. My moans came louder and louder.
"Darren, don't stop, don't stop!" I thought I would go insane. "OH God! Make me come. I can't take this anymore."
He held me by the hips and his tongue slid over my clitoris with just enough pressure to push me over the top into orgasm. I screamed and my body convulsed as one wave of pleasure after another rocked me. My head thrashed back and forth and I moaned, "Yes, oh yes. God that feels good. Kiss me, please kiss me." He climbed beside me again and hungrily kissed me on the mouth. My face was flushed from the deep orgasm just experienced. After all this time, I had found my true love.
"Darren, I want you so badly. Please let me love you back. I want you to fuck me. I need to feel you inside me, please."
I must have sounded desperate because he rolled over between my spread legs. I eagerly held his zain in one hand and spread myself apart with the other hand. I put his zain at the opening of my throbbing vagina. He paused for only a moment before he entered me. My legs wrapped around his and I hungrily thrust my hips up to meet his.
My vagina hugged his zain and we both moaned as he began his slow and deliberate thrusts. As our feelings intensified, Darren began thrusting into me deeper and faster. There had been an ache inside of me but now that was going away. My fingernails dug into his back. "Harder, fuck me harder. Make me feel everything and all of you!"
Darren roughly squeezed my skin now, his fingers wrapped tightly around my hair. He bit my neck, "Yes, that's it, oh keep doing it, faster, fuck me faster." I grabbed Darren's tuches and held on. Finally I moaned, cried out and my body stiffened. Darren, thrust one last time deep inside me. I knew he had come because I could feel his semen squishing around inside me. Darren collapsed on top of me. I kept my arms around him and rubbed my legs up and down on his for as long as I could breathe. I'm absolutely positive that Darren got the best ride of his life. My whole body throbbed from our love making.
I spoke first: "Can we just lie together for a while. I don't want to leave you just yet."
"Sure, we can." he whispered. He rolled over and lay close to me with my head on his shoulder. For 15 minutes we didn't say anything except for our heavy breathing. I was so happy until the telephone rang. It was the leader of Darren's tour telling him that he had to get ready to leave for his flight to Sde Dov. We both dressed hurriedly and packed Darren's things even more quickly.
It was painful to part at that moment. I cried uncontrollably when I got back to my empty apartment. Even Sukkoth gave me no more joy without Darren to share my sukkah. I only stopped sobbing when my pelaphone rang. It was Darren calling to let me know that he had arrived safely in Tel Aviv. I got his telephone number and his e-mail and snail mail addresses in America. He wants me to visit him as soon as possible. I want him to visit me here again without a tour with a fixed itinerary but we'll work it out. In the meantime, we'll chat on the Net or by telephone. Do you think I should ask him to be circumcised? I want him to last longer, plus it's healthier. I know that men are total babies when they need surgery.
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You're nothing but an evil, filthy zonah, you daughter of Rechav. Imagine that, fornicating with an uncircumcised goy and he's a Shvartzi as well. It's loose, immoral women like you who bring all these troubles on Eretz Israel. That's why we lost the Second Lebanon War. Give up your evil ways before it's too late for all of us. Shlomit, Jerusalem
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Anonymousalmost 13 years agoIt is much easier to take chances sexually with a passing stranger than with a resident of one's community, who will stick around and might gossip. That is why women do things in hotel rooms with men on business that they would never do with a resident of their city.
The curiosity of unmarried Israeli women about uncircumcised men is set to grow and grow. More and more, the Torah's prohibition of fornication is honoured primarily in the breach. Israel is very well connected to the internet, and the internet is full of images of the intact penis (even YouTube). Hence never has it been easier for a Jewish woman to discover what uncircumcised looks like. Some will be disgusted, but others will be fired up. Another thing. Israeli women have their share of sexual problems with Israeli men. It is natural for such women to wonder if the ride would be more fun if he were uncircumcised.
Just as evolution put foreskins on men, I suspect that evolution programmed the dirty part of women's minds to be fascinated by the foreskin and its motion. If this is true, more and more young women are going to discover that natural is hotter.
Anonymousalmost 16 years agoWas it Maimonides who wrote that the uncircumcised zain often makes women go obsessional? I bet most Israeli girls would not marry uncut, and would hate questions and comments from family members and girlfriends in the vein of "your hubby's a goy? Did he get circumcised?" At the same time this story rings true: a fair number of Israeli girls who are less than fully Orthodox would probably relish a one-weekend Walk on the Wild Side with an uncut foreigner (not a Christian Arab). Especially Israeli girls who aren't getting all that much, because they are not quite svelte.
miskeivitchover 16 years agoAuthorWhile I agree that Eilat is the most God-less unkosher playground in Israel, there are a few Orthodox hotels in Eilat that shut down the restaurant early on Shabat (although not the bar. But beer and peanuts isn't what Darren has on his mind). Remember that Darren arrived late because of a border crossing problem. But this story isn't about Eilat. It's about two lonely individuals who find that they're attracted to each other. Darren uses the closed restaurant as an excuse to hook up with Sarah again. And Sarah wants another evening with Darren so much that she doesn't tell Darren that there's a restaurant open just down the street. I didn't write anything about Sarah and Darren eating trefe food in a restaurant. Sarah keeps kosher in her apartment for health reasons but she is extra careful to serve kosher because it's Erev Sukkoth. I believe that the story is consistent all the way through.
Judeoroticaover 16 years agoRestaurants closed on Shabbat in Eilat? I don't think so, and more serve sheretz (i.e. non-kosher seafood) there than anyplace else in the country. אבל בסוף נהניתי
JorisKHuysmansover 16 years agoAs someone else who writes appreciative stories about BBWs, I really enjoyed this story-- a believable, sympathetic protagonist, hot sex, some witty satire and an interesting look at two different cultures. One of the best things I've read here, thank you.
