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 Archive name: Charlie.txt (sex, love, sad)
 Authors name: Jmd (Address withheld) 
 Story Title : My Love For Charlie


 Charlie ... Charlene ... just her presence in the room
 made my heart race.  The first time she touched my arm
 ... I thought my hardness would burst.  It was unbear-
 able.  I think she knew it, but just the same, she was
 so charming, so innocent to the effect she had on me.

 I would go home thinking of her ... would try to sleep,
 but would toss and turn and find myself fantasizing
 about her. I would dream of her smallish hand touching
 my arm, my face ... my chest.

 My hand would stroke her cheek .. move a finger across
 her pouty lips.  She would kiss it .. ever so lightly
 but eagerly enough to make me stir.

 My finger would be replace by my lips, caressing hers
 lightly, nipping at her lower lip with my teeth ...
 Charlie teasing me back with her tongue.  My hardness
 was obvious ... Oh, I wish she would touch me there.
 Not sure of myself, I brushed her thigh with my
 fingers, moving up and back and around.  Her kisses
 became less teasing ... more focused and deliberate.
 Those smallish fingers found their way to my hardness
 .. my erection ... my cock ..oh, Charlie.  

 I wanted her.  But I wanted all of her.  My lips and
 tongue traced her cheek, her jaw, her neck.  My hands
 had found her petite, yet perfect breasts.  Nipples
 erect, my tongue and teeth played there for what could
 have been forever.  Charlie encouraged me to move on.
 Her flat stomach, a slight delay at her belly button..
 so nice, and her trimmed, but not completely shaven
 mound of heaven ... her venus, her pussy, her cunt ...
 oh,  Charlie.

 I can remember the electricity, the heat ... when my
 chest pressed against her breasts for the first time.
 Her hand guiding my now throbbing penis to her warm,
 wet vagina.  I thought ... I felt ... I loved and I
 was loved ... I may never feel that way again.

 I don't regret that I will never feel that way again...

 I only miss my Charlie.

 I am lost without her.

 I hate drunk drivers.

 They took my Charlie.

 bye.