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