English Toffee

Noiz sat in her office eating Belgium chocolates she got from one of her students as a gift. She just loved “me moments” like this. No one to bother her. She just eats and gets lost in her thoughts. The kitty smiled to herself in her reoccurring daydream. Yes, it involved a certain mouse again.

*Daydream*

Noiz was a queen in this one. She sat upon her throne of pink, purple, and gold; spoiled and just as beautiful as ever. Her robes were made of pure Chinese silk with jade jewelry to adorn her like it did in real life. She had her favorite servant to tend to her always. He always gave her fine food to eat. His queen ate up with a bright smile on her face. Every day, her plates screamed with excitement to eat her fill until she fell asleep. He found himself more than happy to spoil her so. Plus, not bad to look at either. The servant had grown into one fine looking mouse boy over the years. His queen even developed a major crush on him.

One day, she became hungry again. The usual meals, sweets, and snacks didn’t do it for her this evening. As a result, she wasn’t her usually perky self. The queen just slumped over on her throne, half-asleep. She didn’t talk to anyone nor did she make any flirty comments to her favorite mouse boy servant. This went on for days and days. Soon, ten days passed and no change occurred. The worst of it came when her drastic dropped from eating so little or not at all. Her servant began to get worried by the number of cold plates that ended being sent back to the kitchen. He had to do something just to see his queen smile again.

“My lady,” he said to her one night. “What is troubling you?” The kitty queen turned to him.

“I’m hungry,” she said. “But all of my favorite foods aren’t satisfying anymore.” She leaned over the side to him. “I want something new. Can’t you help me?” The mouse servant took a long moment to ponder this. There was only one way to fix a hunger this bad with his queen, but yet it made him nervous to try it out. He grabbed onto his right wrist.

“Well… perhaps… I could help you,” the mouse mumbled. The queen glanced up at him.

“You can?” she asked as she made a puzzled face at him. “But how?” The mouse servant lifted his head.

“Wait right here and give me ten minutes,” he said. Then, the mouse turned and walked to the kitchen. The queen watched him, curious. In ten minutes, she was greeted with such a surprise. Her beloved mouse servant sat before her naked in a tub of melted English toffee. The queen’s nose began to bleed as every muscle of the mouse’s body was coated in the sweet, sticky substance. She had to swallow back some of her drool as she noticed that his member stood proud and erect before her. Her eyes glanced up at his.

“Mosh-kun,” she said. “Are you sure this is…” The mouse bowed his head to her.

“Yes, my lady,” he said. “Eat as much as you want.” The queen couldn’t contain herself anymore as she leapt forward to take the first bite.

*Reality*

Noiz sat back in her chair and squeal. No, she didn’t care who heard her. This was her “me time” and she was going to enjoy the hell out of it—audience or not!