Boring Novels & Stories

I replied with confidence but only just to provoke him. "Oooh, you're still as bold as ever even when you're left with only the bones and no flesh." He said, leaning back on his desk. He took a lusty look at me from head to toe, biting his mouth. It was as if he already undressed me but with his eyes. Even when you loose a game, just make sure to dress like the winner, as confident and sexy as ever, only then you can get in the nerves of your opponent, and that was exactly what I did.

"Is the media team ready? I don't have all day for this 'candid' theater." ​"Ready, sir," Monica said, her voice tight. She signaled to me. "Hannah, get the profile shot. Make sure he looks approachable." ​Approachable. It was a lie. How do you make a shark look like a savior? ​I moved the camera, my eyes "lingering" just a second too long as I adjusted the focus. I saw the way he tapped his foot—an impatient, rhythmic habit I’d never seen on the island. He looked bored by the very empire he was built to lead.

Rebecca asked, interested to see if her friend’s expression was more of a conversation mover or if something was going on in the confines of her marriage. “We’re good. It’s just so damn boring sleeping next to the same boring dude every night. I mean I love him and all, but it’s just … boring.” She shrugged and reached to turn the heat down. “Thanks for the hope about my happily ever after.” Rebecca laughed and turned up the radio, her voice lifting with Trisha’s as they enjoyed an American Idol moment in the car. They were in stitches laughing by the time they pulled up to Nite Moves, the parking

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

Guilty at seeing his crushed frown. “It’s not that… I’m tired, sore all over…hungry, and these houses are replicas of one another. The agent picked three almost identical homes in similar areas, so it’s boring. Just pick one and be done with it.” I know I sound prickly, and I sigh and sink into my chair. My body sagging now I am off my feet.

He had just unknowingly spoilt my mood. "I am just an insurance policy for him," I said and took a sip of my drink. "So, what have you been doing for fun here?" He asked me. "Nothing, watch television, go on runs, swim in the lake and sleep," I said with a bored tone. "You must be very bored," he said to me, and I nodded. "Do you like fighting?" he asked, and I didn't know how to answer his question. "It depends," I said, opting for the safest answer.

Her back arches allowing me to enter her and I can feel myself hit the end of her vagina. She reaches another orgasm and I still haven't reached climax. Jessie falls to the side, passed out from the sex and I still have a rock hard erection. I cover her with the sheet and step in a cold shower. I shutter at the freezing water as I finally lose my erection. This is the third time this week she's passed out from sex leaving me with a hard on. I can't seem to get to climax with how rough she wants the sex lately. She finds her release faster with it rough. I step out of the cold stream and dry off walking back to our rom to get dressed. She was still passed out and I go join Sarah in the kitche

Unconsciously I looked at my closed door and windows and sighed, turning back to his text. What was I supposed to type? 'Hey I'm moisturizing my naked body, come over.'? No thanks! 'Nothing much, you?' was what I ended up typing, even though I hated it when someone replied to me with nothing much. Like seriously? Nothing? Blackmailer-'Breathing *tongue out*, seriously nothing? You're boring.' The last two words did something to me. Made me want to prove that I wasn't boring. Because there's nothing worse than being called boring. Boring is discernibly not a depictio

she says, nodding, “I can understand that. But like, he’s interesting and stuff? He has things to say?” “Janeen!” I sigh, again reaching out to smack her. “Of course he is! Why do you think he’s so boring?” “Because he kind of is!” she says, leaning away from me in her chair and laughing apologetically. “I mean, he’s all quiet and brooding! He doesn’t say much! And again, I see how that’s hot – I would hit it – I just…” she shrugs and sighs. “Make it make sense to me, Fay.”