Hungry for Love - Episode 2: Lunch

By Nathaniel Feldmann

The second piece of the Hungry for Love trilogy creeps into the afternoon of love; in a romantic piece of erotica that balances coquettish writing with heart-wrenching vulnerability. Take a stroll in Coney Island for a warm lunch date, in which two young men yearn for love and enjoyment.

The underlying desire for deeper connection will pull at your heart strings, as Feldmann uses his unique expertise to take readers on a roller-coaster ride of emotions that feel so vivid you can taste them all. 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: Jun 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9783956953378

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HUNGRY FOR LOVE

Lunch

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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After breakfast in bed, Andy said goodbye with a kiss. I fell asleep with a smile, bathed in the sun, not a care in the world, southern comforts on my tongue. I woke to a text from Andy;

I had an amazing time with you. Ketchup and all :-P

We texted loosely back and forth for nearly a week. Nothing too personal, a game I knowingly played, always reminding myself not to come off too needy, too hungry. Even if I didn’t know what Andy was thinking, I still wanted to look good, like I had my shit together, my own life going on, but maybe I just looked like a fuckboy.

It’s not like I ghosted him. I’d hold back with the good mornings and good nights and limit myself to maybe a family friendly selfie or a snap of a tasty dish I concocted (he responded boyfriend goals to my Coq au vin). Maybe a little flirty text here and there, but neither of us