Nobody Special

put your ear on my chest. like what you hear? 21 y/o

[loveyourselfpls]

We will not tolerate any disrespect to our fellow cardiophiles, regardless of age gender or race.

[cardiophile-whistleblower]

To the cardiophile community...

If you recognize this video and OP, please see the following. For the record, I am not said OP.

She deactivated her account today. We will never know the reason, but I guarantee it was because someone had submitted an anon ask (amongst unanswered ones) that said, paraphrased,

"Keep sharing your slutty videos. They're going to end up on porn sites anyway."

I am completely exhausted from the women cardiophiles getting attacked for no reason by, I assume men, by means of anonymous asks, DMs, their videos sharing and even porn sites by multiple people and the overall objectification. Why do you feel the need to do this? Is it because you're jealous? You feel the need to act like this because of the anonymity (with or without the posts)? You have pent up sexual rage? Why?

Your actions had cost numerous women cardiophiles to leave the community because of the constant attacks, cyberbullying, antagonizing and theft. Some females who have been in the community for years (i.e. resusbunny, callsign-angel, beatsofpleasure) had to leave for their own sanity.

The cardiophile community is supposed to be an outlet for us to share our desires for thr heart that others find weird. Some of us have been interested in the heart since we were children and years later, we find this community and discover there are like-minded people to talk, share and even meet up to share our experiences. I personally have spoken to women who were victims of constant harrassment and they couldn't believe this would even happen on here; one even said this is the worst community they had ever been a part of.

It's quite despicable that the women cardiophiles continue to endure this. They shouldn't have to close their asks, DMs or prevent ways from their content from being stolen. I could come up with a lot of solutions, but it's not going to help. It all starts with you and for that, all I have to say is: do better and shame on you.

I will not interact with anyone. I followed certain accounts to spread the word.

[n0bodyoverhere]

saddest shit ever man we just cant have nice things around here can we?

[heartrecordapp]

[honeybeeheartbeat-deactivated20]

My Racing Heart

I love to go jogging in the park because the feeling of my heart pounding in my chest is so fucking arousing. I’ll push myself to the limit so I can feel it hammering as hard as it’s possible, so I can hear its lovely sound in my ears, so I can collapse on the grass after I’ve exhausted myself, lying on my back, panting loudly as I watch my chest move up and down with its crazy, intense thumping, feeling my pulse throbbing in my firm, plump clit.

Well, today I’m going to push my heart even further. The weather is extra hot; I’ve consumed two cans of Red Bull; and I’m super excited, so my heart is already going BOOM BOOM BOOM. By the time I reach the park, it’s thundering so loudly that it’s the only sound I can hear.

Then I start to run.

I’m barely a minute in when I can feel my heart racing like a locomotive: harder and faster than I’ve ever known it to, slamming hard against my chest, moving my shirt with each accelerated beat, the veins in my throat throbbing and pulsing away. My nipples are rock hard, poking prominently through my shirt, and my clit is full, fat, warm, wet, and thumping. I’m panting like a dog, but it isn’t from the running.

Fuck.

I sprint towards a single occupancy public washroom in the park and lock myself in, pressing my back against the door. Immediately, I shove one hand into my pants and the other underneath my shirt. I begin fingering myself (God, I’m so fucking wet) as my heart bangs wildly against my other hand. My finger moves faster and faster to the frantic beat, my body writhing against the door, my hips undulating as my heart starts slapping and flailing against my breast. Then I insert another finger, moaning loudly as I do. The third finger has my hips bucking as I pant and sweat and moan. My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest…BABOOM BABOOM BABOOM…and then I explode, crying out. It feels as though my heart is in my hand. I keep cumming and cumming and cumming until my knees weaken and I slide down the door and onto the floor, waiting for my heart to slow down.

[n0bodyoverhere]

i think this is my favorite cardiorotica ever written

[bunnyfastbeats]

feel my heart.

[n0bodyoverhere]

do what she tells you to.

[ectopicheartbeats]

[n0bodyoverhere]

i need to find out who this woman is so i can get down on one knee and propose to her.

[medfetgirl69]

Internal defibs!!!

[n0bodyoverhere]

holy fucking shit

[hotheartgirl]

La vera nudità è il battito che lasci ascoltare.

True nakedness is the heartbeat you allow someone to hear.

~strawberry heart🍓~

[n0bodyoverhere]

i miss her so bad

[heart-lovergirl]

All men that love eating box go straight to heaven.

[lilithhb]

I love Dark Cardiophilia

[southernmusicangel]

Available now!

[loudheartbeat89]

Vampire Logic: Hiding from the Heatwaves ☀️🩸

​Well, well, well... this heat is officially going to be the death of me. My heart is heavily pounding, and I’m currently hiding out like a vampire in my own flat. I mean, look at my skin—I burn in the sun and I definitely burn in church. ⛪🔥

I’m lying on the sofa right now, drifting, with nothing on my mind except a very specific daydream. I just want to pass out in peace, feeling strong hands on my chest forcing my pump to stay steady. Checking my pulse with a doctor's cold eye but a lover's soft touch. Giving me the literal kiss of life when my own lungs get too weak to function because of him.

​I'm drifting away... but that's not a bad thing, is it?

​This is a two-part clip, so make absolutely sure you watch until the very end to see the shift. As for me, I’ll be hiding inside the fridge until further notice. Stay cool! 🧊🖤

[bunnyfastbeats]

this is my first cardiophile video, please be kind. you can ask me anything about my cardiophilia, posts and videos. i can be your heartbeat-personal doll :)

skippy heartbeat :(🎀🫀

[n0bodyoverhere]

what a sight for sore eyes 😍

[lilithhb]

Please try to make a video where we can see your heartbeat.🙏

Im sorry… I really will never posting anything like that for safety reasons. I don’t want to end up deactivating cuz anxiety eating me alive for seeing other re upload my content in different platforms…

Also unfortunately my heart it’s not that visible, so yea…

[c-heart]

We need to talk about the men in the cardio community.

Disturbing and inappropriate DMs, stolen videos and photos, posting Tumblr videos on adult sites... this has to stop. Nobody wants to see @lilithhb account deactivated like other accounts that were great but deactivated because of people like that

I thank people like @prismgenixz70 despite everything they endure.

[heartbchaser]

Thanks again to you dirty ass cave dwelling neanderthals for ruining the cardiophile community and running all of the women away and forcing them to leave this community because of the lack of control and lust that you crusty ass mfs have. Fuck all of yall🖕🏾

[lilithhb]

Hate to say this again but @vastmawfalcon is currently using posing as a girl she is not.

Talked to the girl yesterday, we ended up reporting but still nothing has come from it. Would be helpful if anyone can do it too. I don’t really like doing this call-outs as it is not my content but this Is harmful both to our community and strangers to it. Why would you pose as a woman who has literally nothing to do with the fetish using her FACE.

Not posting her face cuz I do think it can be harmful to her, but that weirdo keeps posting after getting called out… sorry to fill your timeline with this stuff but I really think it’s important…

[ch3rryvnilla]

˚ ♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉ˑ˚₊ ˚· ♡ ˚

There is nothing quite as intimate as hearing another's heart. To lay your head on their chest and listen to that soft beat, the rest of the world stills. The little differences in the way it speeds up at gentle touch, or softens as sleep comes near. The gentle rhythm creates an unspoken language, something older than words, conveying what they could never explain. And within that rhythm, a certainty, a silent promise,  that throughout brightest days or the darkest nights, there is someone with you.