Elijah*
If dreams can be this vivid I pray to whatever God up there not to wake me up anytime soon but this isn't a dream or a fiction of my imagination. It is real. Her soft small hands that are wrapped on my neck, her plump lips kissing the air out of my lungs because she takes my breath away. Her soft skin against the palm of my hand and f**k me! Those sweet moans emanating from her lips. She is real.
Breathlessly we pull away. "Ho- how did you find me?" She asks.
"I don't know." Of a true, I came for a covert information to this part of the city which I thought proved ineffectual in the search of her. All in my mind was to have Dominique brought in, tortured and killed when I get back only to see her again going into the restaurant with Leandro. I had to see for myself that what hap
