Looking for a woman rp/cardiophile partner. DM if interested.
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@sundaefundae30
Looking for a woman rp/cardiophile partner. DM if interested.
Um yes please 😏😏😍😍
Reblog if you’re a horny cardiophile!
mostly on the dark side
repost if you want to find someone to be your cardiophile partner
🩺🫀
Dm if you want me to be yours
I’ll write some stupid shit on here and ya’ll really just reblog it
I want to be the reason you touch yourself.
i'm actually very normal if you ignore everything i have ever said and done
Sonya Vatomsky, from a poem titled "Spring Flowers," featured in Salt Is for Curing, publ. in 2015
@fabdante
let's wrassle till we get all sweaty then fuck like heathens.
The ambulance sways as it speeds through the night, lights flashing across the interior.
She lies motionless on the stretcher, skin pale, eyes closed.
“No pulse.”
The paramedic immediately positions his hands at the center of her chest—one over the other, fingers interlaced. Arms straight. Shoulders locked above her sternum.
Compressions begin.
Hard. Fast. Precise.
“One, two, three, four…”
Her body moves rhythmically beneath each push, the force deliberate—deep enough to circulate blood, controlled enough to maintain pace.
“Keep it at 100–120.”
The count continues, steady, relentless. Sweat forms despite the cold air. The ambulance jolts slightly with a turn, but his hands never lose position.
“Switch in ten seconds.”
Another paramedic moves into position.
“…eight, nine, ten—switch.”
Seamless. Hands replace hands without losing rhythm.
Compressions continue.
No pause. No hesitation.
Just the sound of counting, the rise and fall forced into her chest—holding on to life, one push at a time.
Would love to do this with a woman. DM me if interested.
So fucking resus horny and just general horny rn.
I just want to sit in your lap and kiss you for a few hours
honey come feel my femoral artery
Not to sound like a slut but can I snuggle into your side, listen to your heartbeat for a bit, and feel your skin on mine?