Bored Story Novels & Stories

Then my company cut my schedule down to three days a week, leaving me with even more free time than any human being should legally be allowed to have. At first, it wasn't so bad. Then the boredom set in. And boredom is dangerous when you're trapped inside your house with unlimited internet access and a constantly overactive sex drive. My wife and I have had just about every kind of sex she's comfortable having. We've exhausted our usual routines. Burned through every favorite position. Revisited every reliable fantasy. And now? I'm bored out of my fucking mind. Bored and horny. Which, as it turns out, is one of the worst combinations known to man.

Sarah Boredom seeps into my bones as I mindlessly scroll through F******k. Vincent has been busy, and when he came home, he went straight to sleep. He hadn't been pouncing on me, and I should be relieved, but...I am almost disappointed. Ugh! Something is definitely wrong with me! F******k is doing nothing to cure my boredom, either. Nothing but washed-up high school friends posting selfies of their perfect lives and humblebrags of their latest vacations makes me want to hurl the phone across the room.

|| December 7th || Bored. I’m so bored. Jonathan doesn’t like me going out too much, he says that the house doesn’t function properly when I’m not there to lord over it. I tried to ask again if I could interview for a simple job that wouldn’t occupy my time, but he was so angry about that, we didn’t talk for days. I don’t want that to happen again, those days were so terrible. But I’m not allowed to go out, and I’m not allowed to have friends over. The last time I did

I say staring up at him brightly. Who would get bored? Me? Definitely not! I can stay here for days without getting bored! He looks at me for a while before he nods his head hesitantly. Still not believing me. I nod my head at him to assure him that I was indeed being serious. I can't possible get bored here. *In Spongebob's Narrator's voice* *thirty minutes Later* "I'm borreeedddd" I groaned loudly rolling over on the sofa.

Jason's POV I flip through books, magazines, anything I can find in the room. I even read the newspaper a couple times, it was boring. Finally, I decide to watch Tv. "I'm bored," I whine out loud. I switch the channel after a few seconds, then again, then again. There is nothing interesting. "I'm bored," I repeat again, a little louder than before. Hey! That sounded like a melody! I smirk and tap a beat on my chest, "I'm bored, I'm bored. Yeah, I'm bored."

SLOANE Boredom is a type of punishment, the type that Chase has mastered. I was at home but it felt like I was alone. I had memorized the paint on the wall and counted every stripe of the rug. I had opened every drawer, sniffed every perfume and shirt. But nothing changed. I was tired, I had walked around over and over again. Walking from corner to corner. He said I should stay here, I am doing that, I am trying to do that.

Bored wife goes to a club with her friends and the unexpected occurs.. NB: This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and impregnation. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away with the details. eNJOY... >>>>>>

After I eat the worst breakfast I've ever eaten in my entire life, I find myself in the most lost, bored state of my life. This is not a condition I'm familiar with. I don't get bored. I have never, as an adult, had nothing to do—there is always something requiring my attention. There is always a problem to solve or a decision to make or someone waiting on my response. But there is nothing to do here. Literally nothing. I've already had my two hours of allowed work. I've already made myself the worst breakfast to ever be made with human hands. And it's only ten in the morning.

He then asks. “N-not at all!” I blurt out, leaning forward in my chair. “I swear, I’ll be more focused! It’s just-!” I pause. There is no way in the Outlands that I am going to tell Kain I heard him last night, and that is why I have no focus today. He seemed to be waiting for my answer, so I quickly blurted out the first thing that come to mind, “the bed wasn’t too comfortable, so I hardly slept!”

Spill it" "My story will bore you. I don't want you to get bored." "I won't." He stated. "Really?" “yes.” "You might not believe it. I don't tell people the fll story because they never believe me." "I believe you. Pinky promise."