Hungry for Love - Episode 3: Dinner

By Nathaniel Feldmann

The final part of the Hungry for Love trilogy is a rare piece of erotica, which delves deep into the monsters we can create when we fall in love. The story takes you on a tour under the deep ocean of heartache, as well as a gripping sensual journey of longing and uncontrollable desire.
Go see the lush seaside of the Hamptons with our protagonists, in a tale about sex, about youth, and the transformative power of love. A beautiful conclusion to a beautiful story; Nathaniel Feldmann closes his trilogy with unique vulnerability and literary brilliancy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Berlinable GmbH
• Release date: Jul 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9783956953576

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HUNGRY FOR LOVE

Dinner

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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A pit had grown in my stomach. An aching pain I mistook for hunger. 

After our second date, Andy and I spent all our free time together. After work, he’d come over for dinner. Sometimes he’d call me over when he needed to take a break from the dark room: a quick beer on the rooftop, a view over Bushwick, Manhattan glittering like the stars in the distance. Our sweaty bodies drawn together, our kisses accompanied by the wail of sirens, the rush of the city. We spent the weekends in bed. Our hands would collide in bowls of popcorn, some series playing on my laptop, my head resting on his shoulder, our toes touching underneath the covers.

When apart, we sent each other jokes and memes, which flowed into real conversations, the boys that broke his heart, and the ones I wouldn’t let in. Like wow. I put so