G-Galloway

Sexy, literate Satan... You can never beat him.

The Devil’s Quill by G-Galloway With apologies to Tartini… I dreamed of the Devil, and it was the most fantastic, most erotic, most frustrating dream of my life. He knocked on the door of my small cabin, very late at night, in the middle of the worst snow storm that had ever hit my town. As soon as I opened it, I knew that it was Him. Swathed in a black robe, his broad shoulders were like a square block of stone, and an intoxicating spicy fragrance filled my lungs. With

Hey C! I utterly loved this story. I had read some stories in second person before and yours really takes advantage of it. The fact that EVERYTHING changes with the simple word "we" is an excellent touch. Well done! Cheers, G