Romy Harel

@romyharel.bsky.social

Budding sapphic storyteller promoting women's empowerment through queer fiction. This account is part of an artistic project and is run under a pen name. AI-generated images are used solely for artistic purposes.

Even fictional women need a day off. 😉 Between episodes, Clara and Carla have been enjoying a little sunshine and some well-deserved relaxation. Which of the first four Heat Wave episodes has been your favorite so far? I'd really love to hear your thoughts. ❤️ #RomyHarel #Microfiction #AIArt

Cherry She describes the duck like lovers speak of bodies. I eat under her gaze, making sounds I can't suppress. "You have..." She touches my lip, removes sauce, brings her index to her mouth. "My favorite." The gesture obscene. I'm burning alive. #RomyH #Clara #SapphicMicroStory Eating Out 4/10

Present "The scallops," she says, touching my shoulder. Her thumb grazes my collarbone, lingers on my pulse. I order wine. She returns, leans close. "You're present. Most people hide behind phones." "I saw you," I admit. "Everything changed." She doesn't look away. #RomyH #Clara Eating Out 3/10

Noémi She carries cocktails overhead, forearm flexing. Black dress, severe bun, freckles like stars. She catches me staring. Holds my gaze—one heartbeat, two. Something passes between us. She approaches. "I'm Noémi. I'll be taking care of you tonight." #RomyH #Clara #Sapphic #AIArt Eating Out 2/10

I push through the heavy door alone. "Just one," I tell the hostess, hating how small it sounds. She leads me past couples to a corner table. Exposed. Vulnerable. I reach for the menu, then feel it—a shift, electricity. I look up. She's there. #RomyH #Clara #MicroStories #AIArt Eating Out 1/10

She kneels between my parted knees. She looks up at me with that expression she wears—patient, hungry, amused. My voice wavers as I start to read: "I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair—" I feel the first brush of her breath against my inner thigh. I drop the book. #romyharel #ai