"Will you listen to me?"

pornographic love letters to my fetish

[gunshotglitterrr]

I missed you.

I wake up to her straddling me, holding the earpieces of the stethoscope apart, readying to slip them into my ears. Just before she does, she coos;

“Baby, listen, you can hear how much I missed you.”

She presses the diaphragm into her naked chest, and I can.

I can hear how much she missed me.

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Intimacy///

I’m sitting next you on the sofa, and the thing is in my hands and you are the one who suggested this but I’m still a little scared.

I think of all the times I’ve watched you playing videogames— the changes I’ve heard in the cadence and speed of your breathing, the changes I’ve seen in the color of your face.

Now is the time.

Your hand leaves the controller to comfort me; you stroke the back of my head.

Your hand leaves the back of my head to encourage me; I feel your fingertips gliding between my shoulders.

“Go ahead.” And the utterance is a pickaxe into me. You’ve whispered it into my jaw but I feel it in cosmic places.

I swallow. We both hear it. I am so nervous. But I manage to get the ear pieces in, and then my hand has the diaphragm.

You aren’t even looking at me— Too busy with whatever is happening on the television, you stop rubbing my back to guide my hand up and under your shirt to the sound of your heart.

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Thump thump

[cardiophiles-be-like]

I found this somewhere else and couldn’t find it again, but here it is

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😏

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Super sexy!

[gunshotglitterrr]

If this audio ever leaves the internet I’m going to cry forever. The end.

[pound-a-rhythm]

Lovely cardio people,

Just wondering how many of you will stay or create new sfw blogs. I don’t care if nsfw content is shared, I honestly just like being a part of a community I can relate to on this level. My blog will likely get purged, but I want to say thank you to my nearly 800 followers. It has been a pleasure getting to know a few of you. Stay weird, stay kinky, and maybe think about telling someone close to you. That’s what got me started here, its a small risk for not feeling all alone 💙💚💜💛

[resus-girl]

I’m planning on staying around, at least for a while to see how it goes. Might not be as catastrophic as we’re expecting!

[fantasiesoftheheart]

Also staying but if everyone seems to go somewhere els I’ll follow.

[jonsheart]

I’m staying 

[patthedrummer85-deactivated2019]

Sticking around for now.

[gunshotglitterrr]

I’m still here! I’m not sure if I’ll be purged— I read that erotica will be allowed to stay, but who knows?— But as long as my blog still exists, I’m still here, and I’ll keep trying to contribute. ❤️

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Games///

She’s a good girl; I would even call her shy.

She invites me over for a glass of wine and a cuddle.

When I kiss her hello I move my lips against hers a little too long and she turns her face away, looks at the ground. I grab her by the ass, pull her close, she twists away laughing ... But not before I can feel how warm her body becomes in my hands.

Tease.

So nervous I'll find out how bad she wants it, but I already know. I can smell it drifting off of her, salty and floral. I can see it in the way her tongue curls and then flicks absently over that tiny scar on her lower lip, wetting her pretty mouth.

I don't know why she plays this game, every time, pretends she hasn't been beside herself with wanting me, with waiting for me to touch and taste, to take her.

I oblige her, though; we sit together on her sofa, her legs across my lap, my fingers gliding idly up and down the velvet skin on her inner thigh while we make conversation. Every stroke brings my touch minutely higher, closer. I'm driving her crazy.

It's in the way she grips her glass of wine, in how she tries to hide the change in her breathing ... Even through her terrycloth shorts, I can feel her heat. She's still pretending, though, and even though I know it, I respect this false boundary she has erected and play stupid; I wouldn't want to force myself on her, would I?

At long last, she leads my hand up her body, past her throat, to her mouth. Her tongue circles the tip of my index finger, her eyes do not leave mine.

The game has redoubled its stakes.

I stand up, yanking her with me and into my arms. Kissing her long and low, I lift her by her ass. When she protests, I bite her shoulder.

Hard.

Fuck that, I carry her, and then I lay down on the bed, flat on my back, her on top of me.

If she wants me she can fucking take me.

Her hands move to my jaw, her thumbs stroke my chin. I pull her stupid shorts down, sick of the nonsense, and then bring one hand, just the tips of my fingers, back up to give her a tickle.

Oh. Yes.

She's completely bare, no undergarments, no hair, nothing between us.

I am delighted.

I brush her labia with my fingertips, slowly, a touch so light it might as well be imaginary. She makes the tiniest 'haah' sound, leaning into our kiss, a little wiggle rippling through her.

Oh? Does that feel good, little girl?

I grip her ass with my free hand to hold her still and trail my fingertip against the junction between her pelvis and her thigh, up and up, again just barely making contact with her rapidly-swelling, already-wet anatomy. This time, however, I linger, and in seconds I have her yelping needfully into my mouth.

The same person who pulled away from me an hour ago is now dribbling, liquid, hot, awake into my hand.

Now we both know that I'm aware of what you need, but, oh, you're still not asking me for it, how can I know for sure this is what you really want?

She's started shaking in my arms, her breathing is sandpaper rough and getting quicker the more that I handle her. Her body is begging me, dousing my fingertips in fluid, so tense it seems likely I could break her in half with my bare hands. Still, it's not enough ...

Her thumping little clit is standing straight up, and when I finally circle it with my forefinger tears spring into her eyes. I can feel them breaking over my cheeks as I lap at the flat of her tongue. I know by the instinctive bucking of her hips, the needy keening of her throat, that she's abandoned even the idea of hiding her desire. She's working at my belt, my fly, trying to find me.

I let her, and when she's finally got me in her hand she groans, she bites my mouth, she pumps me up and down and up and down and then she positions herself directly above my straining dick and—

No.

I dig my fingers into the fleshy cushion of her flank, I hold her still. I whisper; "Slow," and then I guide her down. She shudders, her pussy flutters around me, there is a distinct trickling sensation down the underside of my cock, pooling on my balls. I don’t let her go. Slow. Her hands open and close against my biceps, begging. No. Slow.

And then I'm all the way in.

Being filled spurs her, but I've got her with both hands, now, and I'm controlling her rhythm. Again, I tell her; "Slow." The noise she makes in response is high and pleading, she bites at me again, but I don't relinquish my control. I ease her carefully down and then back up again, down and then back up again, watch her attempt to reign in her excitement. She's trying so hard to breathe through how bad she needs me. I slip one hand up underneath her sweatshirt, cup her left breast, thumb her straining nipple, and Jesus Christ her heart is hysteria in my hand.

"Please," She begs me, her voice is hushed but somehow just as frantic as her little heart; "Please let me cum, please, please, please ...”

Fucking finally.

“Go ahead.”

I release my hold on her, letting her ride me at long last. I can hear the slick sound of her pussy choking my cock. She’s getting tighter and hotter, wetter and wetter, faster and faster and faster with every stroke.

Fucking yes.

“Cum on my dick." This command is all she needs. Her body grips me in earnest, now, she's constricting around me even as she loses pace to her orgasm.

I wrap both of my arms around her and fuck her hard.

Her climax comes in crushing waves. She's there.

“Need you, need you, need you," It’s all she can say, over and over, and I need her need her need her, too.

I haul her off of me and flip her onto her back, plunging two fingers into her, stoking that swollen place inside her until— Oh, God, in seconds she‘s there again, and fiercely— A deluge of her pleasure floods one of my palms and I go off into the other.

I lean down to kiss her.

There.

This game she plays, it's the same every time.

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Ah—

My heart is beating so fast.

I can't breathe.

I'm so wet.

"Your bottom lip ... It's trembling."

I am frozen on the sofa beside him, his entire person leaning into me, one palm on my throat, a kiss still lingering like hot mist between our barely-parted mouths. His face is so close, so achingly close that I feel like I can't move without a bomb inside of me detonating, without the both of us combusting.

My heart is beating so fucking fast.

I can't breathe.

I'm so wet.

The blade of his tongue slips over my trembling lower lip and into me and now I'm trembling, too. I feel his palm coast to the nape of my neck and fist territorially into my hair, holding me fast. His mouth sucks demandingly at mine, claims it with the firmness of a bite.

My heart is beating so fucking fast.

I can't fucking breathe.

I'm so wet.

His free hand ... His hand, like static, down my front, his thumb and forefinger meet and part and meet and part and meet and part so, so, so gently over my breast and I try to halt the moan as it rises out of me, I try to keep myself from swelling and slicking and his fingers are parting and meeting and I gasp so hard into his mouth I can taste the air in his lungs, but his fingers and his fingers and his fingers and he hisses;

"I can feel your heart beating through your sweater, it's so fast, this must feel good."

He stops, moves over me, eclipses my body with his. My back hits the leather surface of the sofa and my hands curl into his shoulders, searching for purchase in the fabric of his shirt. He tells me;

"No."

His hands, his big hands ... He unhooks my fingers from his body, gathers my wrists into one palm and holds them fast to one side. His other hand is underneath my sweater and searching and finding and I turn my face away, whimpering. I can feel his breath in the hollow of my throat, fast, hot. His thumb moves over my nipple and back again and over my nipple and back again and over my nipple and back again. The tip of his tongue now, diving lightly into the dip of my clavicle, and then flicking gently into the angle of my jaw. He whispers to me;

"I can always tell when you like what I'm doing by the way you start to pant."

My heart is beating so fucking fast.

I can't fucking breathe.

I am so—

He's pushed my wrists into the leather; I am pinioned between him and the sofa.

"You are so—“ He murmurs into my ear, big hand gliding down over the nerves in my torso, going lower; "You are so-" Lower, a tickle, not there yet, I need you, "You are so ... " His hand slips beneath the waistband of my leggings, then my panties, and stalls just short, middle finger alone lightly tracing up the delicate line between my legs. His mouth moves against the corner of mine;

"You are so fucking wet."

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❤️

[gunshotglitterrr]

Falling in love again, what am I to do?

[terriamon]

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God bless Devilman’s English dub

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I can't. This is too good. I can't, Dario, marry me.

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The heart is an organ of fire.

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Neighborly Ever After i: “Can I Get A Little More From You?” (nsfw)

“Doctor Dorsey, I don’t feel well.” Just the way she says it, now; playful, flirtatious, her voice dripping like the honey her hair reminds him of, it grips him by the cock like a vise. Sitting on his bed in only a flimsy pair of panties and one of his button-downs, none of those buttons buttoned-up, no bra beneath to impede his touch or his stethoscope … He is breathless in the middle of choosing which tie he will wear to work. This is no good, this buttercream angel disturbing his routine so deeply and so daily. “Daisy,” He begins with a sigh, “I can only tell you so many times …” He turns from his closet and goes to her, dipping his shoulder to fish their favorite stethoscope from the bedside table as he makes his way towards the bed. She opens her legs, trapping his between them, and he stares down at her. “The only time your heart behaves badly is when I make it.” When she takes the instrument from him and dons the eartips with a ridiculous flourish he relents, figures at most he’ll be ten minutes late, promises himself he will never refuse to indulge her as her little hands go to the buckle of his belt and then the button of his slacks and then to his cock. “Please,” She coos, sucking her lower lip under her front teeth, her big forest-on-fire eyes locking with his as her fingertips circle the tip of his stiffening dick, “I think I need something for my throat.” She tugs his slacks, his briefs, down his thighs to his knees, and suddenly her hot little mouth is around him. He cries out to the ceiling. “Daisy!” And when he looks down again, she is holding up the diaphragm for him to take, and her tongue is sliding up and down his shaft, wet and enthralling. He grunts, groans, and relents; he takes the chestpiece from her, pushes it against his apex so she can hear what his heart has to say about her sucking his cock. As soon as his sound hits her, she squeals delightedly, the noise and sensation making his balls tighten, and then she takes him all the way in, circling the base of him with her left hand, moving it in time with the excited pumping of his ticker in her ears. The sight of that hand working him like that, the ring he gave her on it, makes his heart go double-time.

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"Let's play doctor."

She tried to twist away from the stethoscope at the last second, but he held fast; the crook of his arm tightened around her waist, kept her pinned astride his lap. He pressed the chestpiece against her skin in spite of her protest, and when the metal disc made contact just beneath the dip of her collarbone she froze. Her fingers were fisted into the flesh of his shoulders, her bare torso had angled away from his, and her eyes were fixed on the bedspread. Now, even in her stillness, she could no longer conceal the rapid bucking of her heart; her body betrayed to him each of its lustful secrets in quick-quick-quick and in crescendo. His lips were wet when they closed against the nerves just beneath her jaw. His kiss hauled a tiny keening noise from her mouth, but he was focused on the sound inside her … Quickquickquick, loudloudloud.

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“Compassion.”

The trees are swirling outside the window, reduced to seaweed by the waves of rain. 

Unable to speak, she presses her cheek into his chest. The world is only a quiet whirlpool of noise.  Through the cotton of his shirt she hears the muffled, chugging grumble of his heart. 

He seals one palm against her unoccupied ear; his free hand finds hers. 

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Neighborly Too: VII (nsfw)

vii.

“Daisy.”

Your gentle tone shocks me back into awareness. It rushes into me so quickly that I don’t even register having opened my eyes; I’m simply seeing you. Your face is close, your eyes searching mine, and after a moment you wet the corner of my mouth with a pillowy kiss and you whisper;

Sensation comes next; your fingertips moving in a soothing rhythm against the side of my neck, your body above mine; your breathing is deep and tremulous, your heart’s beating about ninety times per minute by my measure, its movement is so forceful that it reverberates through the both of us. You stay this way for a moment more, watching me in silence.

“Alv-”

Before I can finish saying your name, you’re up and off of me. In one fluid gesture, you remove the remainder of your clothing, stepping out of your pants and kneeling at the edge of the bed to guide my panties down my legs, over my ankles and away. Then you rise again.

Now, abruptly, we’re both completely naked together for the first time.

Your cock is fat and straining, almost purple with need, and the expression on your face is filled with ache. I can hear you breathing harsh and heavy as you gaze down at me, the tip of your tongue wetting your bottom lip. I’m suddenly so aware of the fact that I’m dripping, of how my inner thighs are slathered in my own lubricant. The thumping pressure of want flares up with urgency in me when I notice a quiver move through the upright length of your erection; your dick is literally pulsing.

Doctor Dorsey, I need you, and I need you fucking now.

Wordlessly, you return to me. The sensation of your body sliding smoothly back over mine makes me shudder indulgently, makes my nipples prick. I can feel the heat of your bare skin coaxing mine back into warmth; the flush of arousal is creeping in a slow burn across my chest and clavicle.

You kiss me again, sweetly, intently, bracing me by the waist with one hand while the other moves between our legs. There it is; the head of your cock like iron, chambered achingly in my folds, poised at the start of me. Exhaling roughly against my lips, you let go of your dick to palm your way back up the left side of my ribcage and press the pad of your thumb into my apex. Then, slowly, you’re breaching me. When I feel the head of your cock parting me, my body reacts on its own; I’m gushing, my hips buck, I reach to pull you all the way in, but your grip on my waist tightens;

“Let it happen, Daisy.”

I can feel my heart pumping in your hand, expanding hard against your thumb, and I whimper. You go so slow, my insides turn to liquid. Your first stroke ends shallow inside of me, the second goes only minutely further, the third has me clawing at you. Your breath is harsh against my cheek as you work into me, each thrust gaining just a little more depth. My pump is flapping so hard in anticipation that it closes up my throat. Please, please please. You swab my neck with your tongue. The wet heat of you savoring my pulse triggers a wave of excitement; I feel myself flood around you, I moan low and loud. Just a little bit more Doctor, God, please.

“Daisy,” You whisper into my skin, your hips gradually gaining speed.

“You are shaking all over, I can feel you dripping,” Your words make me gasp, my hands go to your chest, your neck, your hair.

“I can feel your heart pounding for me,” Your voice is low, your body moves more fervently, each stroke bringing you closer to that trigger inside of me.

“Your heart is pounding so hard for me, Daisy, it is going so fucking fast, I think you are going to cum on my cock, I think you are going to cum any second, do you want me to make you cum?” Tears spring into my eyes, I can’t breathe, I can’t speak, I can only nod.

Your hand moves from my waist to my thigh, and in an instant my leg is pinned against your hip and you’re so deep, you’re so hard, you’re so good, and my hands are curling in your hair and you are surging against my G-Spot, your palm covering my heart as it begins to go in earnest, flailing inside of my ribs.

“Cum for me, Daisy,” You growl, kissing me hard; the vibration of your straining ticker travels up your throat and into me, and I’m gonna cum and your hand leaves my leg, you stroke my clit as you pump into me steady and forceful and powerful. I'm cumming, I'm grinding against your hand, clamping down around your dick. The pleasure engulfs me, my entire body twists and ignites and I cry out into our kiss, all wanting and gushing and this makes you go, you bite my bottom lip and your thumb digs into my squeezing heart and you fuck and buck into me and groan out your orgasm, and the sensation of your pulsing cock sends me over the edge one more time.

And now after a moment we’re still, you’re panting against my wet, swollen lips.

You open your eyes to stare into mine, and your touch is moving from between my legs, coasting gently up the side of my body, up my arm to the back of your head. You take my hand and guide it towards your torso; you press my palm to your chest. I can feel you here, and your eyes slip shut as you lean into me for another long, indulgent kiss.

Our hearts go and go.

[gunshotglitterrr]

Hey.

I've been busy with work and life, but I am working on some things I believe you will enjoy, so don't forget about me. ❤️

[gunshotglitterrr]

I am 100% dead inside. But happy new year anyways. This is from "unTOUCHable". Same thing I apparently am heyyyyyyyy

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Maybe.