Gadget's Grind

Gadget is a very interesting mouse. With her intelligence and nerdy demeanour you would think her quite innocent and sweet but behind that front lay a fire and passion that she could not help but stoke or rather, stroke. It began in high school when the usual grind every few hours of palm and paw became increasingly boring, with a lack of intimacy or real push, but thanks to the flexible nature of her body she eventually found a work around... even if she will never live down the nicknames crafted from her breath when one day she forgot to brush her teeth.

She sat at the couch, her partners of sorts Chip and Dale out on some errand, quite board and since it had been several days since her last sweet grind of flesh on flesh she felt that it alone was a bit uninspired to break the fasting. Shorts discarded but still close at hand just in case of intruders she did a few warm up stretches, as if reciting some ritual to her own body but in her mind it was always so clear and logical, she would hate to get stuck in such a position in the living room after all.

It began as it always did with a quick look and some gentle fingers examining her own sex before moving forward and rubbing her nose on herself, gentle at first, but getting rougher with time as the scent so dulled by years of use dug it's way into her mind. Without even pausing she began with a lick slow and long as if taken back by some deviant form of nostalgia before increasing pace, as the time spent apart only heightened the pleasures. The years of experience granted knowledge of her own anatomy that none other could compete with all the while causing her to pant on to self increasing the heat as tongue met sex, fingers massaged edges, nose wrote a ballad of scents not experienced in so long. She kept licking, long slow strokes from top to bottom but never dipping too deep yet, no, she wanted to let this play out longer. Kissing her particular sensitive button she let out a gasp that paradoxically robbed her off the feeling but caused her body to shiver none the less, my, it had been a long time indeed.

She adjusted her posture a bit as a not so pleasurable twinge stung her back before continuing, a kiss, a small nip on the side before wrapping her lips over self and drilling deep into herself. The taste only grew stronger as her own juices ran down her mouth to stain her shirt, too lost to care about dignity now she closed her eyes. She sat there a while just listening to the lewd sounds of her own tongue penetrating her so intimately, the taste so thick, the smell...her eyes opened to indulge her sight as well even if the position let only glimpses past.
 
She was like that of an artist as she painted hills and valleys into herself with a dexterity forged over years of trails and errors, research so long done so late at night. She dug in deeper and tasted everything she had,  everything she was before retreating to the edges once more to send lightning down her body. She was close now but no doubt the first of several so she continued not with haste but rhythm to keep the forges of her loins hot, to dance on the sweet tantalizing edge of the abyss just a little longer. However the she suddenly became aware of a noise...the click of metal on metal that made her ear twitch in horror and the creak of a door slowly opening made her heart beat faster, the rhythm broken now by the surprise granted her a finale, more spectacular than all the years of high school together but at the wrong time! As her body shook and her breath escaped while she pulled her tongue out of her self she could only fall back onto the floor and scramble to grab those discarded shorts in hope of salvaging some form of dignity before they see.