Hungry for Love - Episode 1: Breakfast. Sex, Food, & Gay Love in NYC

By Nathaniel Feldmann

A delightful story that will have you smiling from beginning to end – that is the first part of Nathaniel Feldmann's trilogy Hungry for Love. Breakfast is a sunlit tale about that shiny bubble of hope that happens when you meet someone new that brings on a foreign excitement.

In a sultry New York summer, a young man dreams of finding love in while playing his chances in multiple Tinder dates. But Andy, the charming and mysterious photographer feels different than all the other boys. Feldmann masterfully captures the anticipation which comes with an overwhelming crush, and the expectations that inflate out of control after an amazing first date.

Nathaniel Feldmann's exceptional talent shines through a beautiful handcrafted piece of erotica that will enrapture you from the first word to the very last.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Berlinable GmbH
• Release date: May 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9783956953170

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HUNGRY FOR LOVE

Breakfast

Nathaniel Feldmann

Artcover: Kostis Fokas

Copyright: BERLINABLE UG

Berlinable invites you to leave all your fears behind and dive into a world where sex is a tool for self-empowerment.

Our mission is to change the world - one soul at a time.

When people accept their own sexuality, they build a more tolerant society.

Words to inspire, to encourage, to transform.

Open your mind and free your deepest desires.

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We agreed to meet for lunch on a Friday. One o’clock, in front of the Dim Sum restaurant on Mulberry, right off Canal. An agreement made over text the previous night after swiping right and exchanging more than a few messages. Him: a photographer, just out of school, living in Bushwick and interning at a magazine in SoHo. Me: an arch school dropout, and a minor-league dealer fucking around in Bed-Stuy.

Ever since I left college, a lot of people have taken me for a burn out. But I consider myself a foodie: someone who finds pleasure in eating, but with absolutely no career prospects. It’s a joke I like to tell myself. I do know my way around the kitchen. I’m the kind of guy who can win a boy’s heart first through his belly, but it’s not like any have stuck around for breakfast. I had a feeling this guy would.

The early summer had set in with those days of aggressive humidity and unbroken grey skies. It was the beginning of June and I couldn’t have been happier for the lazy summer ahead. I decided to walk from my apartment to the restaurant, but