6 word story – I Write Her

Stylish Story

Published on September 16, 2025September 12, 2025 by Susi Bocks16 Comments

Redux

Time for bed, long day over.

her thoughts slow
tired
needs her bed now

slides under clean sheets
sighing now
her nerves easing up

last minute thoughts swirl
one more solution eeked out
returning to calm

tiny drips of rain
nature’s language speaks outside
lulling her to sleep

wind
wafting through
the open window
caresses her blonde hair
sweetly

But this woman named Bocks
mightily tossed and turned her locks.
Diligently tried to get settled,
to feel tucked in and nestled.
Shouldn’t have had whiskey on the rocks.

She
wishes
for a quick
turn into the
void.

It’s
slow to
happen though.
Turning, tossing
She asks “When will this sleep finally come?”

slowly
but surely, dear
your dreams are calling you
today becomes a memory
drifting

Finally, she sleeps!
Eyes fully closed and relaxed.
Slight snores can be heard
escaping from her moist lips.
Little tics move her fingers.

dreaming
floating on air
meeting her younger self
the mini-me says hi to her
hugs, kisses, joy, and fun to be had now
playing high in the clouds with glee
such a good time they had
with each other
dreaming

But
now it’s
time to go
back to the real
world again. So sad.
Wake up, says the alarm!
Time to get up for work now.
A new day to do it over
again, only to head back to this
bed once more to slumber very deeply.

Can you identify all the styles?

Originally published April 1, 2019, on I Write Her.

Resurrected With Panache

Published on January 11, 2024 by Susi Bocks24 Comments

Inspired by Moonwashed Musing Weekly Prompt – New Beginnings &
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #313 – Magic

There is magic in new beginnings!

And when two challenge prompts line up so perfectly! ;)

I Fancy Some Sun

Published on January 4, 2024 by Susi Bocks15 Comments

Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #312 – 6 or 24

The beach is calling my name.

Retired

Published on January 2, 2023 by Susi Bocks16 Comments

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #167

These boots weren’t made for walking.

Skye Genteen

Published on October 21, 2022February 8, 2023 by Susi Bocks2 Comments

*EDITOR’S NOTE – The following pieces are considered mature content.

Kink

You’re getting me started, teasing me with promises of pleasure.
Soft yet urgent kisses land wet on my mouth, sliding past moans escaping,
A tingling begins as the trail of your tongue traces a path of whispering
Licks around protruding lips, those up and down.

You don’t know me yet, but my thing is pressure.
Build me up just so until I’m ready to let go.
Stop. Listen to me. Do this, please…

Dig your thumbs into me, pressing your hands forcefully into my skin.
Mount me and take me with hungry insistence like a rag doll.
Cover every square inch of my body with yours, pushing me down.
Make it hard for me to breathe as you expel my air.
The weight of your body makes me struggle dangerously for more.
I want to feel your dominion over me, propelling me closer to release.

It’s hot, and it’ll get hotter; let’s burn together.

Touch Me

Caress my tongue with yours
And whisper your desires to my being.
Let your legs wrestle mine
While my arms discover your back,
Feel down to the curve of your ass,
Then find the moisture between my legs
Awaiting your entry.

You’ve touched every inch of my mind, body, and soul.
Let’s come together.

Romance at Noon

You were amazing.
Are you still, I wonder?

My last memory of you was in an abandoned house, shedding my leggings and panties, lifting my green-striped midi-dress above my head, and having you remove my bra deftly with your warm hands. The room was bare except for a carpet. We tumbled down to the floor, but your arm skilfully braced me from harm. My legs splayed open, urging a meeting of the minds. Your eyes focused, and your smile acknowledged the next move. I gasped as your tongue caressed my hard clit, and your fingers massaged all the pleasure points of my vulva. I came quickly, riding out every wave of pleasure you gave me. It didn’t take long before your cock was inside of me, thrusting hard and taking me as yours until we both came. I’ll never forget feeling so exhausted from our encounter, not even wanting to pee afterward.

Please, still be amazing.

Impatient

I am tired of waiting. Whir….

~~~

Her mother calls her a free spirit, and her friends call her wild, but she thinks she’s oddly normal with her blue hair. Skye is 25 years old, and figuring things out. Pronouns are She/Her. This is Skye Genteen’s first feature on The Short of It.