My Girlfriend Is Bored Novels & Stories

I’m sure they’re just insecure because we’re beautiful, like goddesses! Ever since Ambrosia left the subdivision to live with her hot son-in-law, everything has felt boring. It really feels like something is missing now. At least Sia managed to get away from this place full of gossipers with nothing better to do. I feel too lazy to move because I’ve already settled comfortably here. What could I possibly do to get rid of this boredom?

I asked confusedly. "To be your boyfriend, idiot!" Bian said in annoyance. "You always complain that all your exes are boring because they're too smart. Maybe, if you lower your standards a little and try to date someone who's ordinary, but has a great sense of humor, you won't feel bored. At least, he's not even your boyfriend yet, and you're already laughing all the time." I groaned and put my forehead on the table. This was annoying and this was a situation I'd never experienced before in my 24 years of life.

I was tired, a little jet-lagged, and still carrying that heavy feeling in my chest that wouldn’t go away. My boyfriend broke up with me exactly one month ago. He was my first real boyfriend, my first love, my first everything. We had been together for almost a year. Then one night he just said it straight to my face: I was boring in bed. I didn’t move enough. I didn’t moan enough. I just laid there like I wasn’t even into it. Those words still sat heavy in my stomach. I hadn’t been attracted to any guy since. Not one. I figured maybe something was wrong with me. Maybe I really was just boring.

She’s sitting on my dorm room couch scrolling through her tablet, her long legs crossed like she’s the having the best time of her life. I lean against the doorframe. “We’re going out.” She doesn’t look up. “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Yes.” She sighs slowly and glances at me as she notices the hoop earrings and short dress I have on. “You look like trouble.” “That’s because I’m bored.” “That’s worse.” “I need entertainment.” She raises an eyebrow. “You’re the kind of person who defines entertainment as violence.” “That’s not true.” “Last time you said that we ended up fighting sea demons.”

Thankfully, he’s lost in my sweet cunt. “Fuck, they’re so hot together. I’d pay to watch them fuck,” the girlfriend moans, her hand sliding up to cup her small boob as she bites her lip. She’s giving me lustful eyes, like she wants to do something hot to me. I’m not really into girls, but it’s making me burn hotter. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and watch them fuck for free,” her boyfriend chuckles, flipping her hair aside to suck on her neck. My own neck tickles in sympathy.

I sit in my room, contemplating things about his girlfriend and how am I going to behave around her until the ring of my phone disturbs me. “Hello?” I speak out of frustration and my friend softly utters, “Girl, where the hell have you been? Everyone in the group is texting you and you are not responding. Are you even alive?” rolling my eyes boringly, I retort, “Everything is fine, Heather.” She informs me with news that might take down my boredom for a while.

“What a coward! Who breaks up via text?” I was frozen, re-reading the message over and over while letting humiliation wash over me in cold, relentless waves. My steady boyfriend of two years had just ended things, and in his exact words, the reason was: ‘This whole thing between us has gotten boring, Rory. I need some excitement in my life.’ My eyes burned, blinking back the tears threatening to fall as my older sister put an arm around my shoulders and sat beside me at the kitchen table, setting the phone down.

"Because I'm becoming boring?" Denzel nodded. "Berli, I've had enough of changing women every night and just like you chose me. I feel satisfied and there's no reason to leave or switch to another." "Really?" Berli asked, moving her face closer to Denzel's. He nodded and said, "Boredom in a relationship is inevitable. And no one can guarantee whether I'll get bored or not. But you must know, if that feeling does come, I'll try to find a way out with you and fight it together."

In three years, I probably might. “How was the life of a married woman? Busy?” “Ah, no,” I say. “In fact, I get so bored at home that I can still meet up with you.” He grins. “So you come to me, only when you are bored?” “Can’t I do that?” I tease. “You can,” he responds. “I always have time to spend with you.”

Where had I gone wrong with her? I was no longer a welcome person to my girlfriend. Moments with me were short and boring for her. I ended up feeling like a horrible person for forcing her to stay with me so many times, and I didn't realise it. The negatives started to come more and more, and my Bern, my princess and future wife, didn't want to be with me anymore. My presence became a burden to her. I became sad, and emptiness began to take hold of me. I was entering a bottomless pit, and each time I denied my love, I sank deeper into this empty pit.