Disclaimer What follows is a work of fiction based somewhat but not entirely on really life events. The major characters have been changed beyond all recognition by even their own parents. Many other things have been completely made up by the fevered mind of the writer. It is a sex story meaning that it includes descriptions of sex acts and so you should most likely not be reading it, especially if doing so will result in prison, spankings, restrictions of privileges, or excessive numbers of "Hail Marys." In no way does the posting of this work on the Usenet imply that the writer has waved any rights under international convention and copyright law. The use of this story on any web site, both commercial and free, is prohibited without advance permission. The archiving of this story by ASSM and Goggle is understood and encouraged. Come-ons for penis enlargement systems and hair replacements can be sent to the address below, where they will be deleted without being opened. The occasional piece of fan mail will not be deleted, but instead, will be read, answered, and saved forever. Thank You and Good Day, Kenny N Gamera turtlemeat69@hotmail.com ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Gamera Original Post Date 8 Sep 2002 Crimson Reviews #9 [9,10,10,10] A Reminder of Her by Kenny N Gamera The girl at the bar is not her, my sweet Julie, gone and lost forever. She is nothing but a memory fading into a dim glow of fond remembrances and sad thoughts tinged with bitterness. I steal glances at her when I dare and study her face, not like Julie's, yet so similar to her memory. They are not alike at all. Dark hair vs. light. Brown eyes against blue. Her mouth is not Julie's mouth, which I can almost see wrapped around my nipple as her small hand kneads the other breast and a thumb and finger tweak at its rose- coloured crown. I wonder why she brings this flood of thoughts and ancient images even as I wonder how her long fingers would feel enter into my sex, doing things to me that Julie had done. I imagine her face between my legs and her large eyes looking into mine as she closes her lips around the pearl of my womanhood, as Julie had so many times. I want to caress her cheek as I did my Julie's. I want to kiss her neck as I did my Julie's. I stand up and drop payment for my drink on my table. I lick my lips and follow the heart-shape curve of her face with my eyes. I walk towards her thinking of her gold thighs against my cheeks as I lift my mouth to her and feel her tongue dip into me. She shifts in her stool and takes the hand of the scruffy boy next to her. Her white smile is just for him. I pass. I go through the door and out into the street. I walk the empty sidewalk in the light of the street lamps. My thoughts are on distant Julie.