female cardiophile. NO REESUS. NO ZAPPING. this is a sexual kink. i just want to lay face up on your table, my legs parted. You can see the whole thing. and i want u to use ur steth as ur eyes examine my lower half..and i feel your gaze on my ....well, u kno. tell me what you hear...tell me what u see..and tell me ur next move.
Note: “you” and “your” are referring to my boyfriend.
How to fulfill both my cardiophilia and embarrassment kink:
Place your hand on my chest and stare deep into my eyes. Watch me blush and swallow, feeling entirely seen. I feel just as emotionally naked as I am physically, and it feels so good.
Say “your heart is racing, is someone feeling shy? Is my pretty girl’s heart pounding for me?”
Feel my heart skip a beat against your hand in response, verbalising what I’m too shy to. Laugh gently and fondly. “Awww, princess…” you chuckle, “I felt that. You’re so cute.”
Tease me about the speed. Say “you’re so fun to fluster, I love how easily I can get your heart to race.”
It’ll beat faster and harder in response, which we’ll both be aware of - I’ll be able to feel it hammering against my chest and against your hand at this point. Then with a devilish glint in your eyes, say “it’s getting faster… you’re loving this, aren’t you?”
We both know the answer. You just want to fluster me further. I’ll bring my hands up to cover my blushing cheeks and you’ll use your spare hand to pull them away from my face. “Look at me,” you breathe, your heart starting to pound too, “look at me as you tell me that you love how I make your heart race.”
My face is burning at this point and I can feel my wetness starting to collect on my inner thighs. “I hate you,” I squeak out, panting. I love this. The vulnerability is intoxicating.
“If only your heart was capable of lying too,” you grin, “it’s shy, but not nearly as shy as you.” You start mimicking each beat aloud. “Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.”
There’s butterflies in my stomach. My cheeks are ablaze. My heart is slamming against my chest. I’m dripping wet.
And then you take my hand and place it against your chest, and I swear I see stars.
“Thump, thump, thump, thump,” you smirk at me. I realise that you’re not mimicking your own heartbeat, you’re mimicking mine - just being able to feel your heartbeat has mine now racing so fast for you that you need to use a singular syllable to keep up with the pace. Each word that leaves your mouth is a single beat, but every second, my heart produces nearly three.
I swear our hearts start to pound in unison, jumping against each others’ hands.
“I love you,” you whisper, and the flutter of an ectopic heartbeat says it back to you - “I-love you.”
“Your heart is so reactive, isn’t it?” you smirk. “I felt it do something odd again.”
“That’s called a PVC,” I choke out in a shy whisper.
“Tell me more, heart nerd,” you grin. “I want to feel how fast your heart beats as you tell me all about it. I think it’s a bit of an attention whore.”
I whimper in reply. “Not fairrr.”
“Don’t think I forgot that you owe me telling me that you love how I make your heart race,” you taunt, “I’ll make you maintain eye contact whilst you do it too if you don’t start explaining all your erotic heart stuff, baby.”
Cheering my ass off because the fires are getting contained, seems like things are settling down in my area and I can take a bit of a breathe 📣 thanks everyone for all your patience and all your love during this time ❤️
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