Sans Hot Dogs Novels & Stories

“What? I'm not allowed to want a little less sugar in my diet? My stomach's not super happy with me this morning.” “After the hot dogs, I'm not surprised,” Nicholas told her. “Hot dogs?” Hannah asked, looking between the two of them. “What? They were delicious,” Molly replied. “But now, I just want some tea.” Hannah shook her head and poured a cup of hot water and found the tea bag. “Anything for my friend,” she said.

He was a part of my life that felt normal. “Hey, I got you something to eat. A couple of hot dogs and a soft drink.” He lowered himself on the blanket and lay the hotdogs in front of us. They weren’t a couple they were a dozen. “A couple, ha?” I took the soft drink from him and picked a hot dog up.

added Grayson. “Throwing up in cars certainly brings back memories for me. So does gas station burritos. But have you ever had the hot dogs? Superb,” smiled Amber. She slid a salad in front of him. “This looks superb thank you. And yes, I have. I ate ten in one night when I was super drunk my freshman year of college.” “Impressive. I once downed 17 sliders after a night of tequila,” said Amber, “tasted so much better on the way down.

"Fine, let's grab something to eat. What do you feel like having?" "I know there is an amazing hot dog place!" I exclaimed excitedly, "It's nearby! They have the most incredible yellow mustard cheese hot dog. That's so delicious!" Prince Louis froze in place. I didn't tug at him but turned my head in confusion, "What's wrong? Don't you like hot dogs?" He stood silent for a moment and then whispered, "I've never had one." "What?" I widened my eyes in astonishment, "You've never even had a hot dog? How about hamburgers?"

Dripping with chili and pepperoncini, I held the hot dog, "Wanna try?" She leaned over opening her mouth so that I could feed her. She took a big bite and chewed slowly, her bright, blue eyes gazing into mine. With her sexiest Megan-smile, "I'd have to say that rivals what I had last night." "Hot sex?" "No...nothing can compare to that. The chili dog rivals the taste of the big dog...in your pants," she giggled, "I really love how I taste when it's all over your cock."