Anna thought she might slowly be going crazy. She was thirty-four, voluntarily childless and had been married for five years. Her husband, Elliott, had a great job. Since her income was negligible by comparison to his, he had pestered her to give up her own job as a senior stylist in a hair and beauty salon - which was all well and good, but as he worked aw...
You wake up on a Saturday morning, ready to go outside and enjoy yourself. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your name is Brooke Smith and you are a 22 year old brunette with nice and perky DD-cups. Last time you checked you were only 5'5, but you might've grown since then. You stop thinking about yourself and get ready for the day. Unfortunately, when you...
Eskia Gets Bored An Eskia the Demonette Story Warning. The following tale concerns the Demonettes as as such are not recommended practices for mere humans. Demonettes have a flexible structure that enables then to partake in activities that would not be possible for humans, Being a non-human immortal might help as well. So please do not try any of Eskia...
"Park it in a safe, remote area, please. A girl wants to feel safe." The voice was soft and deep, with an alluring foreign accent. The figure was small, shapely, with long, black hair, a China-doll face, and a slinky crystal-beaded-covered spaghetti-strapped top, buttoning down from the cleavage split, above a matching, tight, miniskirt—a figure that sparkle...
"Bored. Bored, bored, bored," the lone voice was heard to say, in a bored tone. It was Saturday morning, about 5 past 8, and I was already bored. I was at work, and did I mention that I was bored? I work for an engineering firm; I'm a programmer; and we have to have IT cover during Saturday morning to ensure that the factory floor is supported. There's on...
Alright, folks. I guess I can make it official now. There's no hiding it anymore. I am certifiably bored. Seriously. Things that used to give me pleasure simply don't give me pleasure anymore. My name is Sam and I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a rather unique individual. Openly bisexual stud, activist for various...
Chapter 1 As was so often the case on a slow Tuesday night, I was upstairs in my home office, surfing the Internet for good porn and occasionally glancing out the large windows into my heavily wooded front yard. It was a muggy night, with temperatures earlier that day in the mid 90s. And summer had not even officially arrived. What I really wanted at this m...
"Attention. All qualified personnel for cryostasis chamber management, proceed to Loading Bay 7 for shipment." It was Year 4XXX, and Jay was a bored technician waiting on the clearance working on Port ASS. As funny as it had been to him, the way it was named, the joke got stale after the past three months he had been here. This was a research facil...
This story was written for someone who enjoys my writing. I hope it does the trick and that he will remain a fan. Thank you, and lots of kisses - Betty * * * * * Monday 12:38 PM. I was bored. Incredibly bored. Summer had barley begun and I was missing the daily grind of college classes. So, as any woman would, I went shopping. I needed a summer touch in my...
The night seemed to be going incredibly slow at first...so slow, I wanted to check my email, but I had too many duties as a bridesmaid at the wedding. I was feeling a little bored and somewhat tense, waiting for this thing to be over. Sure, weddings are supposed to be "happy" times...for some. I was happy, just at not at this moment. A time came when a few o...