Lessons in Mexican Food Sex

This is my first story, posted in installments in Gay Food Fetish Central, and in it you can feel the sense of confusion and emptiness that eventually led to my path down food-fetish lane. I always wondered about the connection between my hunger for food and my hunger for flesh and whether they could ever be reconciled. And why whenever I ate I always ended up feeling hungry again! Would I ever discover something that could fill me up for REAL? Something that would not only fill up my belly but also feed my voracious libido and starving soul? I'd always liked tacos and burritos as well as the next guy but my first night working at the Mexican restaurant, Ten Inchiladas, would change my life forever.

Part 1:"Was There a Solution to the Emptiness?"
Part 2:"Was I About To Fuck The Taco?"
Part 3:"Cum on the Phone Instead of the Taco"
Part 4:"A Taco in the Toilet"
Part 5:"Donald's Dick In My Butt"
Part 6:"The Howling of the Semen"
Part 7:"When Food and Sex Become One"