Ii Taco Novels & Stories

I admitted. “I will have to take you to the best taco place in the city.” She grinned. “It's this little hole in the wall off Timberelm Square that's owned by an American. It's the only place I've found that makes a decent taco. Took me months to find it. We'll sneak out and eat enough for three college guys.” My mouth watered. I'd barely eaten anything for dinner tonight so that I would fit comfortably into my dress. I'd been too nervous to eat much anyway, but a taco sounded amazing. And the fact that she'd found a taco place here in Paradisa was great.

What he had not anticipated was Bobby Sullivan walking into the room. Doña Rosa arrived at the Plantation house carrying a large basket lined with cloth, the unmistakable smell of tortillas recién hechas trailing behind her. Inside were her famous tacos de picadillo—potato and minced beef simmered with herbs—alongside a smaller bundle of chicharrón con yuca, meant for sharing, for comfort, for easing nerves. She greeted Bobby and asked if Bobby might come along with her today. Just as a friend. For company. For emotional support.

“Alright, you caught me. I’m treating you to lunch. You can hate me all you want after you’ve tried the best tacos in Arizona.” She leaned against the seat and gazed at me adoringly, her smile frozen in place. “I’ll consider this...but what are tacos, detka?” “You’ll just have to try them!” I raved all about the tortillas, the fillings. A real staple where I live. I’d been so wrapped up in describing all the different varieties that I hardly registered when we reached our stop. Taco Guild. "Here we are, kids." His gruff voice interrupted my train of thought, but I was ok with it. Nothing I said was going to do the food justice. My girlfriend would just have to see how good it was for herself

Drake grabbed his phone from the desk and began scrolling through the net for recommendations. Jace's gaze didn't leave the resumés he was sorting out. "Finally, a place with enough reviews," Drake breathed out, drawing the phone closer to his face to read out the name, "it's called Priscy's Delight. Sounds kinda cool." Drake flashed Jace a look and retracted his gaze almost immediately, "Their tacos have the highest review, five stars. Should we get tacos?" "Yeah, sounds great," Jace gave a thumb up without losing concentration.

,she was to sweet. "yes we are escorting you both with alpha",she nodded and they talked to her about what taco soup was. "it is basically taco meat with either corn or without corn. You put in kidney beans and black beans in it and taci seasoning it's topped with lettuce , cheese, sour cream and tortilla chips either in it or on the side. It is hearty and fills you up I can make it tomorrow you will love it",they nodded till alpha cleared his throat it was time to go.

El Tiempo tacos are messy, and I try not to salivate. He waits for me to pick up a taco before taking his first bite. Watching him eat shouldn’t be so sexy. When he closes his eyes and chews, I swear I have a small orgasm. I take my first bite of my taco and then have another. This time I close my eyes; when I open them after swallowing, Moon is fixated on my mouth. I lick my lips and watch his eyes go from ocean blue to sizzling hot subterranean blue.

The human wasn’t lying, so Aqua took the leap of faith and gave in to her selfishness. “Then can I try the thing called taco? The radio man said there was a new flavour… I think it was called hot and spicy?” Bringing the car to a halt the same way his mind paused at Aqua’s request, the mafia boss held his tongue. Logic told him that the mermaid, who did not have many food options in the ocean, may have difficulty getting accustomed to spicy food. He had a rather high spice tolerance like most of the members of his famiglia, as Ricardo loved eating spicy food. However, Dawn did not want to disappoint her.

She bit her lip and looked up at me. “We are going to be quick. We need some stuff.” “And food.” Toya jumped in. I looked up at her and she raised her shoulder. “I meant to tell you after breakfast, but shit happened. We are almost out of everything.” I nodded and turned back to Carly. “What do you want for dinner?” She looked at me as she thought. “Can we have tacos?” I tilted my head. “Tacos?” She nodded. “If you’re home for dinner.”

Lindy answered. "I love tacos." I say again. Her mom continues to talk behind the door as Lindy asks, "But we just had pizza, you want to eat again?” I nod, “Is that so wrong? I have some space left in here.” I rubbed my tummy which makes her smile. “And we still have some coke left. Please? It has been a while since I haven’t had tacos." She chuckles softly and responded, "I thought famous celebrities can have whatever they want? Where did the VIP treatment went to?”