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The nacho sighed to himself as he looked up to the dark sky above him. He always felt so dry and crusty. It was a horrible feeling. He didn't know what to do anymore.
Then it happened.
The bag opening.
For the first time ever, the nacho looked out of the bag. It was incredibly bright. Eager to escape, the nacho hopped out of the bag and explored the kitchen counter.
That's when he saw him.
The salsa jar.
He could feel himself desperately wanting to become wet. He could feel the urge to submerge himself into the salsa's thick red juices. He felt the passionate desire to become one with the salsa and be covered in the moist substance.
"I just want to get inside of you, and submerge myself in your red juices..." The nacho whispered seductively standing up to his tippy toes.
The salsa jar grinned, getting wetter and wetter by the second. "Dip me."
Not able to contain his desire any longer, the nacho leaped into the air and dived into the salsa. Moaning loudly, he relished in the amazing feeling of finally being wet. The red substance oozed all over the nacho's dry body, causing him to feel a pleasurable feeling he had never felt before.
"Mmmm this feels so good!" He moaned again, going in and out of the salsa jar. The feeling of the walls of the salsa jar rubbing against his edges overwhelmed him. He was in a world of pure pleasure.
"You taste so good, babe." The salsa jar replied, shaking with satisfaction.
Both the nacho and the salsa finally felt complete.
Sadly, it wasn't long before the nacho became too wet to survive any longer, and he eventually died, in happiness and pleasure.
But not the salsa jar. There was a whole bag of nachos left for him to enjoy.
