Melissa sighed and rolled her eyes. She was bored yet again. She had been trying her best to tell herself that life was going great, but deep down she knew she was lying to herself. Melissa grabbed her iphone checking the time seeing it wasn't even 3PM yet. It would be at least another 3 hours until her boyfriend Greg would be home. Melissa and Greg were hig...
The following is a true story. Naturally, all the names have been changed but all the events described took place just as I have written. If a bi-sexual threesome is not to your tastes then move on. If you are too young to be reading this, then move on. ***** I was so bored. Even my dog couldn't shake me out of it and. believe me, he tried. I didn't care t...
The late, late shift at a twenty-four hour petrol station is boring. B O R I N G -- Boring. From 11:00pm to 5:00am, and she didn't even get a meal break. Suzanne sighed. She always got some customers early in her shift, and it picked up again after 4:00, but from 2:00 to 4:00 it was dead. One car in this period would be considered a rush. Now it was 2:30...
On my knees on the vinyl floor, the metal choke chain around my neck, one end of the chain under the pointed toe of her fuck-me heels, keeping me bent over so that my pantied ass is sticking up into the air. The sound of her crop slapping against my silky undies punctuating the mean things she says to me in a bored voice. "Real men don't wear girly panties...
I didn't want to go to the party. I had broken up with my girlfriend two days earlier and frankly a night at home hanging out with my new found friend Jack helping me to block her out of my mind seemed a lot more appealing. However my best friend Dave convinced me that a night with real people rather then my friend that would need to go to the bottle bank...
The following is a genuine story. It happened exactly as I tell it here. It was probably one of the most erotic times of my life. I had been very busy at work. Sex had been put on hold due to pressure of work. Now things had gone quiet and I was bored. Home alone, feeling randy, wondering what to do. Let me tell you a bit about myself. I am 46 years old,...
Note to the reader: This story carries on from my previous story "My Fingers Do The Walking", so I suggest that you read that first. Thanx, TheMorg. Heather was bored. There was no doubt about it – she was bored. Even though it was term time at University, where she now studied, she simply had nothing to do. Her thoughts drifted back to the summer vacation,...
Eve stretched back on her low cushioned chair giving a little yawn and a long drawn out croak of comfort. She arched her back and pushed off with her feet until she was able to see behind her, albeit upside down. 'Whatcha up to Evie?' yawned Wilf, who had just come into Eve's eyesight, lying languidly on a divan across the room reading a book. 'Dunno' sh...
Walking up the wide carpeted staircase to his first floor bedroom Adrian was pleased that his room was in the annex rather than in the adjacent anonymous identikit modern hotel. The annex must originally have been a private house; Edwardian probably. Over the years it had been extended and modified in a rather ad hoc idiosyncratic sort of manner giving the b...
Introduction Up to now, all my stories have been fact-based from my earlier life. This is my first attempt at pure imagination. All characters (or websites) are fictional, any similarity to real persons, living or not, are purely co-incidental. ***** Gerry was bored. Bored with his job, bored with his succession of girlfriends, even bored with his compute...