Fifty-Word Romance

“Can you still breathe?”
I blinked twice for yes.
“Good girl.”
I swayed on my tiptoes.
“We need to make this tighter.” He pulled the rope down.
My arms strained out from my shoulders, holding me heavy, suspended in the center of the room.
They watched.
He kissed my cheek.
“Let’s begin.”
 
He saw here to her door.

“Dan, let me ask you. This is our third date. You never tried to kiss me. You never ask if you can come in. Why?”

“I figure, when you are ready you’ll let me know.”

“I’m ready.”
 
“Can you still breathe?”
I blinked twice for yes.
“Good girl.”
I swayed on my tiptoes.
“We need to make this tighter.” He pulled the rope down.
My arms strained out from my shoulders, holding me heavy, suspended in the center of the room.
They watched.
He kissed my cheek.
“Let’s begin.”

I really like this!
 
The poor guy tripped on an escalator, and I rushed to help him without thinking. His face landed in my cleavage. People were staring, so I told them he was my boyfriend. It was the start of a beautiful relationship - one where he gets to enjoy my breasts every night.

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She visited the pretty barista every morning.

A sweet smile.

A heart drawn in her latte.

Please be gay, she thought.

"Would you like to eat out with me?"

Awkward pause. She couldn't believe she said it like that.

"Sure!"

She couldn't believe she agreed.

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He rescued me and called me his prince.

What was I supposed to do? Pat him on the back?

He deserved a kiss, damn it. I offered it - a princely kiss on the cheek.

He told me to forgive his impertinence, but that my lips would taste just as sweet!
 
They passed by each other every day with barely a second glance.

Did he notice her?

Did she notice him?

There was no way to know until the day that she wasn't there.

He introduced himself the next day.

Legends say they're now the first thing each sees each morning.
 
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She wept for her lover who would not return. The message read missing presumed dead.

Two years passed, the world war ended.

A knock at the door and there he stood; thinner, weaker, older but still the boy she knew. Her heart healed as their hands touched.
 
So, you know the words. To sing them well, first you must learn to breathe, and to listen.

Let your body tell the lessons of your heart. That shiver when you were touched for the first time; sing that spark.

Smile, even if it hurts. Or you will sound flat.
 
50 Word Romance
Her eyes captured me. Soft brown with tiny flecks of gold. She sensed my gaze and looked up, our eyes locked. Time compressed to a singularity. Dating, love, sex, wedding, marriage, struggle, tears of joy, tears of anger, contentment, loss, loneliness, peace. Time expanded. We both gasped and then smiled.
 
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