<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)   <br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel moaned, struggling to ignore all the little voices elsewhere calling her name; an unwelcome distraction and one she hoped would pass.  She focused instead on her partner; her lover, her darling darkness.  She smiled at the endearment, and spoke it aloud, testing the feel of the words on her tongue and palate: "My darling darkness."  Julie-Anna's caresses drew out a moan.  The light scratching was almost playful, far too little to cause any real pain to the angel's avatar.  The thrust downward, the slim finger pressing into her tightness, however, teased out bits of memory that sparked in Muriel's dark eyes like supernova.<br/><br/>A cabaret dancer, long ago, all feathers and brocade with red painted lips as she wandered the house, unsteady on her feet, the light tapping of heels lost in the sound of jazz from the parlor where the other actors were laughing.  She stumbled upon Muriel, stretched naked on a balcony under the moonlight, but didn't back away in embarrassment or laugh it off casually.  A sweet, playful tryst followed, each taking a turn bent over the rail, shivering in delight and choking back cries of bliss as strangers chatted below.  The girl's expression of adoration in the moment before Muriel struck, the sudden bloom of shock and the sweet taste of evil.<br/><br/>"I remember how."  Muriel gasped.  Then, as now, there was no particular sense of the forbidden; whatever her appearance, Muriel's existence stretched far beyond gender; or had, once.  In her turn, she simply appreciated the softness, and the particular purity of evil, that only seemed present in a woman.  She moved her hips against the finger, looking into her darling's eyes, mouth and lids wide open as her clit seemed alive with sensation.<br/><br/>"Another finger...faster!"  Muriel's voice began to shade toward demanding.  With the memory of pleasure, gaining more now suddenly held new importance.  She reached up with an iron grip to pull Crane's lips back to her breast.