Hmmm...

Since I can't think of anything to write about (you're probably bored out of your wits reading about exams, fear and being an old maid from me already) so I will just write more drabble, in order to lead your brain to vegetate some more by useless and nonsense musings of yours truly. The product of my over-active imagination and nothing else.



It's raining again, so more drabble coming your way...



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Ticklish Dan



"I kind of like you this way," he said, looking sideways at me with those piercing blue eyes of his.



I shifted slightly, using his arm as a pillow and inhaled his scent. I love to smell his underarm, kind of reassuring me that the guy I'm with takes a bath and scrubs his armpit. "You smell good," I said, as I continue to nuzzle my face on his not-so-hairy armpit.



"Stop that, it tickles," he giggled, looking so adorable, trying to squirm his arm from under my head. I never knew he even knows how to giggle.



We continued to wrestle with each other on the bed. And after he fell to the floor, weak with ticklish laughter, without energy to even sit properly, I finally have mercy on him.



"I'm going to get my revenge, you know," he said, trying to sound menacing despite sitting on the floor, weak and totally naked.



"You can try," I get up, pushing the blanket away, leaving two totally naked combatants squaring off in the middle of the room.



After a moment of waiting who would make the move first, we began chasing each other across the room, screaming and laughing all the way. But I have a great advantage over him, because I'm not ticklish. And he is.



"Okay, okay. Stop! You win, you win," he lay down on his back, still trying to control his laughter.



I straddle him, putting my legs on both sides of him, and felt something hard brush against my buttocks from behind. I smiled naughtily and said, "Hey, you. Is that for lil' old me? Just because we're running around naked?"



He grinned sheepishly.



So I leaned closer to him and pouted, "I don't want to be on top."



I found the reverse position more satisfying indeed.



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*I was reading articles from Peyups and I found no less than 5 articles written by women who are frustrated, desperate and shaking their fists, while asking the world in general why they don't have a boyfriend. Two immediate thoughts came to mind, one, are smart girls really destined to be unwanted in this macho society of ours? and two, oh, I'm not alone... :-)