All things hearts and resus :)

My secret place to share all my kinks (so 18+ only please!): hearts, resus, breathplay, estim, CNC and anything else that gets my little heart excited 💜

[resus-girl-2]

This is the home of one very horny little heart....

Do you want to hear her beating?

Do you want to feel her pumping under your palm?

Do you want to push your fingers hard into my left breast and touch her apex?

Do you want to lay your hands on my soft chest and rhythmically compress her?

Do you want to slide into my wetness and steth her as you fuck me into a massive orgasm?

Anything else....?

[desfibrilador360]

[simoh118]

The Symphony of Our Hearts: An Intimate Audio Journey.

Hello everyone,

Today I’m happy to share something very personal and meaningful: a short audio recording that captures the real sound of my heartbeat and my wife’s during a deeply connected, intimate moment.

I’ve always been a passionate cardiophile — the sound of a strong, lively heartbeat excites and fascinates me like nothing else. My wife isn’t a cardiophile herself, but she knows and completely understands my passion. She lovingly indulges it and often chooses to go along with my desires because she sees how much it means to me.

What makes it even more special is that she finds her own excitement in knowing that others might listen to us. Sharing the sound of our hearts beating together in that precise, vulnerable moment is thrilling for her too.

This audio is quite short but beautifully structured:

It begins with the warm, steady rhythm of my wife’s heart

Then you hear my own heartbeat joining in, faster and full of excitement.

Finally, her heart returns,

You can clearly follow this natural progression — her pulse, then mine, then hers again — creating an intimate duet that feels incredibly alive and connected

The recording isn’t very long this time, but if you like it, next time we’ll try to create a longer one so you can immerse yourselves more deeply.

Thank you for listening with an open heart.

We’d love to know what you think — your feedback means a lot to both of us. 💓

[funkygroovejam]

Giving myself a cardiac exam. Felt the need to steth myself. Mmm, extra attention on the mitral, which was booming strong and loud. Steth me please. Steth my mitral please. Ear steth my mitral please.

[baddadfox]

The heatwave has settled over Yorkshire like a heavy hand, air thick and golden even as evening creeps in. I met her in a quiet pub, both of us warm and a little tipsy, skin already damp from the relentless sun. She had that soft, inviting smile, eyes catching mine across the bar. We ate together—simple, hearty food that tasted better in the heat—and the conversation drifted into something warmer, closer.

The drive back to my house was slow, windows down, letting the heavy summer air roll through. When we arrived, the garden called to us, tucked behind the old stone walls, still holding the day’s warmth. We slipped out there as the last rays of sun painted the grass and flowers in deep amber. Clothes fell away naturally, leaving us bare under the fading light, skin flushed and alive.

She stood close, looking up at me. I held her gaze, steady, letting the moment stretch. My hand slid slowly over her stomach, feeling the gentle rise of her breath, then higher until my palm rested fully over her heart. It beat strong and quick beneath my touch. “There you are,” I murmured, voice low and calm. “Racing so sweetly already.”

Her eyes stayed locked on mine as I kept my hand there, thumb tracing light circles over her skin. “Such a good girl,” I praised softly, “letting me feel every pulse. So open for me in this heat.” We sank together onto the warm grass, bodies pressing close. I listened to that beautiful rhythm build, ear replacing my hand so I could hear it clearly—strong, frantic, utterly telling.

“You’re perfect like this,” I whispered against her, praise steady and indulgent. “Heart working so hard just for me. So good. So mine right now.” The garden held us in its quiet embrace, the heavy Yorkshire evening wrapping around our slow, intimate movements. Every thud against my palm drew more quiet approval, guiding her deeper into that trembling edge until she fell apart so beautifully under my touch and words.

Another evening claimed by the heatwave. Another sweet thing learning how patiently I can ruin her with nothing but a hand over her heart and all the praise she craves.

[baddadfox]

She’s on her back for me again, chest rising and falling in shallow little waves. The room is dim, just the low amber glow of the lamp painting gold across her skin. I settle my weight over her hips, one hand splayed wide between her breasts, feeling that frantic drum kick against my palm like it’s trying to reach me.

“Good girl,” I murmur, voice low and steady. “Let me hear how badly you need this.”

Her heart doesn’t lie. It never does. The faster it slams, the wetter she gets. I can feel it thundering under my fingers while my other hand slides lower, teasing, circling, never quite giving her what she craves until that rhythm turns into something wild and desperate.

I love the way her pulse jumps when I lean in and press my lips right over her sternum. Skin hot, heart hammering so hard I can taste the urgency. One slow lick across that sensitive spot and she arches like I’ve shocked her.

“That’s it. Let it race for me. Every single beat belongs to me tonight.”

I slide the cool metal of the stethoscope against her flushed skin, just to watch her shiver. The earpieces go in, and then I’m listening—really listening—to the filthy symphony she makes for me. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Strong, obedient, and utterly addicted to the man controlling it.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I tell her, and I mean it. The praise drips thick because she earns every word. Her heart is so responsive, so honest. When I push two fingers deep and curl them just right, the beat stutters, then explodes into a gallop that makes me smile against her breast.

I keep the stethoscope in place while I fuck her slow and deep. Every thrust makes that magnificent heart work harder for me. I can hear it, feel it, own it. Her moans mix with the wet sounds of her body taking me, but underneath it all is that steady, powerful drum I’m going to push to its limit.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me feel it spike when you fall apart.”

She does. Gorgeous, obedient, heart slamming against her ribs like it wants to burst out and give itself to me completely. I hold her through it, palm firm over her chest, absorbing every frantic flutter while she clenches and gasps and soaks the sheets.

When she’s trembling and spent, I don’t pull away. I keep my hand there, feeling the gradual slow-down, the sweet, exhausted rhythm that tells me she’s mine.

“You did so well,” I praise, voice dark and warm at once. “Such a strong, beautiful heart. And it beats like this only for me.”

[regularheart]

Sliding my hand under your soft left breast to caress your throbbing chest. Cupping and holding you, feeling the urgent beats against my hand. Hearing your breathing as I now press my fingers against your neck, your pulse surging against them makes my own heat rise. Your arteries are bounding hard as I massage your breasts and press against your sternum. My fingers do not leave your pulse as I feel you. I press my ear to your chest and hear your heart valves clapping and slamming for myself. It’s time.

[resuslover117]

There that fantasie that i just can’t brush off my mind..

The patient heart finally checked out after hours of harsh cardiac testing.. her pump completly stalled and flatlined so hard her eyes still wide open and stare lifeless at the ceilling.

Instead of jumping right on a hard resus the rescuer/tormentor want to do another little experiment.. can i make her cum even in flatline?

He spread her legs open and start using her like fuck toy.. his thumb on her clit begging her to cum on his dick as he pressing on her lower belly to make sure her g-spot is fucked good..

Will that be enought to restart her pump or will he have to start pumping her heart for her as well..

[resus-girl-2]

This is one of my all time fantasies, being forced to cum whilst in cardiac arrest - I'd happily volunteer to be the test subject.... 🥵

[resus-girl-2]

Tell me how you're gonna look after my little heart..... then torture it. Inject it with serum to force it to beat dangerously fast. Give me hard, deep chest compressions while it's still pumping. Fuck with its rhythm in all manner of ways.

Then, when I finally arrest.... cpr-fuck me back to life. Pound my wet lil pussy as you perform brutal cardiac massage on my bare chest. Thump hard with your fists between my bruised tits and beg my heart to respond to your brute force..

[resusfrenchie]

Few days ago @rcpfantasme and I had the chance seeing each other again for a wonderful play ✨ 🫀 🩺

I missed this hard compressions !

[madarrr88]

The heartbeat,ECG and CPR of my love 💗

[theicu]

Stething her bare chest

[dkmdmdmdm]

Girl defib

[theicu]

Doctors bag and perform CPR on her body

[asystolearchives]

I just want to be at the mercy of somebody that wants to use my body. Force my weak pump to slosh blood uselessly in my chambers as you pump my cock with it. Tire out on my strong chest and bring out something that will really teach me a lesson. A LUCAS, the plunger set in the center of my chest. The way my chest would cave in with each thrust of the plunger, air huffing softly from my expired lungs. Use my cold mouth to rut into as your hands brace down on the LUCAS, making it plunge deeper into my chest. Command my heart to beat even if it’s tired. Finish into my mouth and leave my beard dripping with your heat before you decide if my heart should be shocked back into the right pace or if you should make the auto compressor go even deeper and harder into my tired heart

[resus-girl-2]

Wow, that's hot.... 🥵

[secret-heartbeats]

If, as cardiophile, you are lucky enough to fall in love with a cardiophile partner, and all aspects of your relationship are perfect, please don't ever break up with them. You will never find anyone like them, in your entire life.

[resus-girl-2]

Couldn't agree more!! I try not to take it for granted that I'm so lucky to have a cardiophile partner - sex could never be the same with anyone else 🩺❤️

[baddadfox]

What if after a night of fun... I fall asleep still hooked up to the ECG. You leave it on so you can watch my sleeping sated beats track across the screen. Then eventually my heart rate speeds up and I start to squirm and moan in my sleep clearly having some dirty dreams. You know I love to wake up filled... what would you do next?

-💗

Mmm, my sweet girl.

I’m lying beside you in the dark, propped up on one elbow, the soft glow of the ECG monitor the only light in the room. You’re still hooked up from our night of play — electrodes scattered across your chest, wires trailing over your skin like thin black veins. Your breathing is slow and heavy, body completely spent and relaxed.

But I left the monitor on.

I like watching your heart when you’re like this. Peaceful little lub-dubs scrolling across the screen while you sleep so deeply. So innocent. So mine.

Until suddenly… your heart starts to pick up.

The line on the monitor jumps. Then again. Faster. Harder. Your hips twitch under the sheet. A soft, needy little moan slips from your lips. Your thighs press together, then part again, like your body is chasing something in your dreams.

I smile in the dark.

“Dirty dreams, princess?” I whisper, barely audible.

Your breathing changes. Little gasps. Another moan, this one higher, more desperate. Your heart is racing now — proper tachycardia lighting up the screen as you squirm and whimper in your sleep.

I don’t wake you.

Instead, I slide the sheet down slowly, exposing your naked body. I move between your legs, careful not to disturb you too much, and press the thick head of my cock against your still-slick entrance.

You’re soaked. Even in your sleep, your cunt is greedy for me.

I push in slowly, inch by inch, watching your face and the monitor at the same time. The moment I sink deep, your heart gives a hard, beautiful stutter across the screen. Your lips part on a sleepy, broken moan.

I stay buried inside you for a moment, just feeling you flutter around me, then start rocking — slow, deep, possessive strokes while you stay lost in your dreams.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur softly, one hand resting over your chest, feeling your heart slam against my palm while I fuck you. “Keep dreaming about Daddy. Let me feel how much you need to be filled even when you’re sleeping.”

Your body starts responding more, hips twitching to meet my thrusts even though your eyes are still closed. The monitor keeps beeping faster, your heart going wild as I use you gently but relentlessly.

I lean down, lips against your ear, voice low and dark:

“When you wake up, princess… you’re going to feel exactly how full Daddy made you while you were dreaming.”

I keep fucking you slow and deep, watching every spike on the screen, feeling every flutter around my cock, until your body finally starts to tremble toward another orgasm even in your sleep.

Go on, baby. Cum for me while you’re still dreaming.