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.
 
Closure

"Do you trust me?' he asked finally.

She nodded.

He took her cheek in his hand, then kissed her tenderly on the lips.

He pulled back, smiling at her wanly. "Take care, Jenny."

He got out of her car, walked towards his. After ten years, now he could move on.
 
I saw her first. At least I think I did.

I fondly remember the day, and the grin she had on her face when I said, "I have not seen you here before." and she replied "Me neither."

She has that same grin on her face today, thirty-five years later.
 
He is carrying the weight of his own emotions.
Had the confidence to say "Are you coming with me ?"
When she said "No" he didn't blink or twitch.
Watching her walk away he didn't move until she disappeared.
The next day she found herself back to him. He turned his face to meet hers, trying to say something. Nothing spoken. He couldn't find any words to speak for himself.
 
The Stalker

Every day, you followed me driving your school bus,

Lurking ‘round corners; sneaking in stores.

One night, you rang my doorbell and I let you in.

You were sweet and I fell in love with a stalker.
 
Cougar Temptation

As he curled up alone he challenged the evenings memory. What was it that drew him to her, her eyes or her cleavage? She had given her phone number, but when she handed it to him... that damned wedding ring on her finger. Would his morals allow him to call?
 
He sat on the terrace, staring at the moonlit beach. Fond memories circled in his mind. They never exchanged names or numbers but enjoyed one magical night of making love until dawn. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the feminine figure walking up the beach toward his villa.
 
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