Reader, I’ve Made You My Girlfriend

By Eddie Weir

It’s already happened.

It doesn’t matter who you were before you read this. Guy or girl. Gay or straight. Married or single.

You’re my girlfriend now. And I’m your boyfriend. Your lover.

We met at the kindergarten where you teach. I was there as you cleaned up.

I seduced you. Undressed you. Made love to you among the tiny desks. Made you mine.

Come along now, sweetheart. Let’s have some more fun.

Let me draw on your naked body with magic markers, then wash the ink away.

Let me slip my fingers inside you and learn how good you taste.

Let me tie you up on our picnic, then tease your nipples with ripe strawberries.

Let me cover your body in melted chocolate, then lick away every drop.

Let me wake up next to you. My arms around you. Our bodies snuggled together.

And then I’ll make love to you all over again.

This unique 12,997-word book contains six erotic shorts. All six shorts are written in the second-person perspective where the reader takes the role of a woman who makes love to a man. This book contains explicit adult content and is not recommended for readers under the age of 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eddie Weir
• Release date: Apr 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311307361

Eddie Weir

I am a single man over 30 who is still a virgin. This was not a religious decision nor a conscious choice to save myself, but time just went by and, after weeks of masturbation rituals, here I am. In that time, I have expressed my sexuality through writing. And now, thanks to the rise of self-publishing, I have formed Wild Cherry Books so that I may share my sexual side with others.

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Reader, I’ve Made You My Girlfriend

By Eddie Weir

Copyright 2014 Eddie Weir

Smashwords Edition

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You don’t know me, reader, but I know you. I have yearned to feel your touch all my life. I have dreamt of you, touched myself to the thought of your naked body, breathed deeply to drink in the phantom scent of your arousal. But I don’t know what you look like. I don’t know where you are. That’s why I write. I write so you will know me. So we will find each other. When you read, I will be there with you, making love to you. And, together, we will become one.

This story contains explicit sexual content that is not for readers who are under 18 years old. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment alone. Please do not re-sell it to others or reproduce any portion of it without the express written consent of the author. Thank you.

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It’s already happened.

It doesn’t matter who you were before you read this. Guy or girl. Gay or straight. Married or single.

You’re my girlfriend now. And I’m your boyfriend. Your lover---

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ONE

Our First Time

I meet you during Jungle Week.

The walls of the classroom where you teach are decorated with trees made out of brown and green construction paper. Their leaves are paper cutouts of your kindergartner’s hands. Little rubber toys stand in attention on the tiny desks: tigers, snakes, and zebras. A large stuffed animal, a black gorilla with a gray face, sits happily on the floor next to your desk.

I hold the door open for the last student to leave, then look back at you. We meet eyes and smile. I’m wearing a white dress shirt, but no tie; the top two buttons are undone and you can see some of my chest hair. A pair of silver suspenders hold up my black slacks. I hang up the jacket in my right hand on the coat rack, then close the door. I lock it, then turn off half of the lights. The late afternoon sun peeks between the paper trees through the frosted-glass windows, casting irregular shadows across the empty room.

I walk up to you and lean my face down into yours. I look at your eyes, your chin, and my lips move toward yours when I see you start to close your eyes. You exhale and I kiss you. You reach up and your fingernails scratch the back of my head, fingertips rubbing my short, bristly hair. My hands are rubbing the back of your jacket in slow rotations. My lower hand finds your butt and gives it a squeeze. I pull back and trace my index finger of my left hand along the bottom edge of your jaw. Your eyes open and you giggle, unbuttoning your jacket.

Gently, I undo your shawl and hook my fingers under the parted breasts of your jacket, pulling them apart so it slides off of you. I admire your naked arms, your subtle cleavage accentuated by your lovely black dress. You’re working much faster than me; you’re looking at my lap as you unbutton my pants. You pull my suspenders apart and my pants fall down around my ankles. Beneath the edge of my dress shirt, you see my cock stretching the front of my tight white briefs. A grey spot of fresh precum sits over the covered tip.

You thrust your hands under my shirt to feel my belly, then pull down my briefs. As I feel my cock stretch out from its confines, your excitement feels infectious and I rip my shirt off. Little clear plastic buttons scatter everywhere, bouncing off your desk. One lands in the lap of the stuffed gorilla, who continues to watch us with his machine-stitched grin.

You get on your knees and the moment I feel your breath tickle my cock,