Dark thoughts

[velma994]

I have at heart to display my body naked! I like to see it on my screen and I feel a high excitement at the thought than many people see it on their screen, examine it point by point, get aroused thanks to my body. My visage has been excluded in this image for the reasons explained underneath, but so much I've already shown it in more than one picture. Being photographed naked and being naked in front of the eyes of other dressed people: it's my favorite way of being. Completely naked and visible totally close-up so as I am made, from the head to the toenails passing through the chest and the shaved pubis. Eyes of strangers running up and down on every point of my bare body are capable to give me indescribable feelings; I get deeply aroused, the heartbeats become visible on my chest and they are able to see them. If I noticed eyes fixed on the left part of my thorax, I go close to orgasm; my mind runs and imagines that the owners of those eyes are feeling wish to extract a knife and sink it in my chest in depth, plunging the blade into my heart. Actually it's I who wish to be stabbed to the heart! I went near this result, many years ago, and I hope I will have this chance again, in an isolated place where a man might kill me, if he desires it, almost without risk to be discovered.

This picture has been taken with a precise function: the advertising. I experienced what maybe many women dream but very few have had the courage and the possibility to live really: I exposed myself completely naked on a stage in front of many stranger spectators, who had payed a ticket only to see the bare body of a young woman. This thing was born four years ago. As I wrote elsewhere, I am not a stripteaseuse but a professional in the fiscal/financial field. But I suffer from at least two strong fetishes: my heart and my nudity, especially in public. I don't manage to vent the first but found the way to vent the second: by searching for, I found a small private theater at disposal of whoever wanted to offer some type of spectacle, as playing an instrument, declaiming poetries, dancing, presenting videos of holidays or of exotic places. I took contact with the owner, a gentle retiree who rounds up his earnings that way. It was the first time he received the proposal of a young woman to undress and dance naked on stage; surprised enough, asked me first to undress topless, then to make a test as example, with him as unique spectator. I noticed he got aroused, really much, but controlled himself and accepted. He took care of advertising, a bit personally, a bit by means of an agency. So, I lived this fantastic experience I desired deeply, naked on stage in front of everybody. Four times: Once in the year for four years. The last time was the last summer. 50 tickets sold the first time, all sold out the fourth time, beyond the most capacity of 200 spectators. Also thanks to a picture, taken by him, where I appeared naked under the shower, cut at pubis level but with my face visible. It was clear to the potential spectators that they would have seen even my shaved slit on stage: this was a powerful incentive to come and see me. The first time, anyway, my heart gave up suddenly during the show, due to effort and especially to a too great emotion at the moment to remove my last item of clothing. I let me fall to the floor but I recovered in a few minutes and removed also my little black panties, going with joy to the edge of the stage and moving to the left and to the right with raised arms to be admired from closely in every detail, also the most intimate ones, the shaved and dripping genitals, from so short distance to can touch them, if they wanted! The bigger joy ever lived! Now I'm ready for the fifth exhibition. The owner and I myself have agreed on a new photo as advertising. I decided not to show the visage, this time, to put in evidence the body, more precisely its front part, from the throat to the pubis. A wild, animal image of me. I didn't want that my face distracted the potential spectators: I desired total focus to my torso, my ribs, the chest, breast and nipples, the belly, the pubis, and to what there is inside: the internal organs! The liver, the spleen, the stomach, the lungs and the most important of them, the part of me born to be hit and penetrated: the heart! My heart! I didn't resist to my wish to upload the picture here too, on tumblr. It's slightly bolder than the ones I uploaded so far. I felt a lot of wish to show my torso again on the screens in a picture where it's evident I'm naked. It works as a test as well: I want to understand if it may be accepted or violates the rules. This because my objective is to appear, step by step, completely naked from the head to the feet, here on tumblr! I'd love everybody sees everything of me. It might be an incentive to have a meeting with me. If he was a dark cardiophile, the meeting would be a wonderful occasion to give free vent to the secret desires of both!

[velma994]

I'm in the U.P. of Michigan. Where you at? We have some things in common.

I'm in Europe. Yes, I saw what you have reblogged. Stuff concerning heart pressures and stabs (all female hearts!). If you love doing these things to a woman, we are complementary.

I don't have any intention to die, but deep cardiac massages and punctures to the heart may excite me like nothing else. I'm wishing to risk; I only need a suitable partner.

[velma994]

My cardiac region, 4 years ago (27 y.o.). Is there someone who feels inspired by my heart? Is there some cardiophile who would like to do something to my heart and, having this possibility, would do it indeed, in real life? What? If someone answers, I promise that, if too big distance doesn't impede it, I'll meet him and will allow him to do exactly what he said.

IMP.: Please, propose something feasible! Although dangerous, I will accept it. If you answer: "I will kill you with a stab to the heart", I will be obliged to accept. The supreme moment will be wonderful, but I'd prefer to live a little again!

[velma994]

Hi, new follower and fellow cardiophile here. Just wanted to say I love everything about your Tumblr. Your love of nudity, hearts, and your anatomic descriptions are so beautiful, not to mention the physical beaty of your body :) I am also on Discord if you'd like to chat there, and I can share my heartbeat as well.

---> chat

[velma994]

Reached a certain age (31), I know better what I want and can do. To negate to me experiences I desire would not be wise. If a thing which attracts me does not damage anyone I have to try to experience it in reality, without too much problems. Here's the reason of my topless photos, little coherent with my job. And I'd like to appear completely naked (might I… or would I be banned?). Another thing I wish test in real life is Torture! I have no boyfriends, I don't have anybody to ask for torturing me. So, last Summer I contacted a BDSM club. A brief visit, only words, so to have an idea about how it works. Friday evening I tried to contact it again. The boy of the staff responsible of the public relations said me that, before accepting my request of joining as a member, he wanted to be sure that torture was of my liking, to avoid to ask me money for nothing. Usually, he told me, a woman does not come by alone. Comes the couple, in search of a place and of devices to use to vent their tendances better than at home. I am lacking of a man available; so, but only for a test, he entrusted me to one of the staff: a big beast with a grim and little friendly air. Likely a gorilla of security. This giant sent me down along a stair which conducted to underground rooms and followed me. I think those were the rooms where BDSM plays are practiced by members. He opened one of the rooms and we entered. Lights were very low but I managed to see a table of wood long like a human being, two rings attacked to the wall and other two hung from the ceiling, a smaller table in a corner with a chair, a couch and an armoir.

- What is there in that armoir?

- Tools. Now undress. Hold on only the panties. Perplexed enough, I removed from me every item of clothing. I remained in front of him barefoot, with only my little black panties on. I felt as a small thing, in front of him. I didn't know what he was about to make of me and I was trying to guess, when, suddenly, an unexpected and powerful backhandedslap arrived to my right cheek, making me lose my balance and hurling me to the floor two meters away. I felt my face beginning to swell up in the zone of the eye; I asked fresh water and entered a small bathroom. I tried to cool down my face to deflate it; when I felt a bit better I come out from the bathroom and saw him who was waiting for me with a camera.

- Not here: up! Up I saw a nice couch in dark leather! - I said.

- Up there are people moving forth and back, there are entering and exiting people. When the door is opened, even from the road they see you - he answered - and you are nearly naked.

- I said up! - I exclaimed, while climbing the steps fastly, dressed so how I was: barefoot and practically naked. Only my sex was covered by the panties. He didn't try to stop me. Followed me with the camera in his hand, while I threw myself to the couch. I had wish to cry and believe you see it in the photo. In the same time I desired a photo: I loved the contrast between the dark leather of the couch and the clear skin of my body. And I loved to be watched almost naked by the responsible of PR and by the members who assisted to the scene. Males. They weren't few: I was aware that my body could be an attraction for the fetishists frequenting the club. The Gorilla was very skillful to focus on my face, even if the body went out of focus because of the shallow depth of field, due to the great aperture. Light in the room was low and a flash usually produces flat results. Without flash, instead, my body has a human shape. Better than so he could not make. He hemphasized the most important thing, my face, which was really very expressive that moment. I made him my congrats. He answered coldly enough: - If you are not able to stand a slap, what do you do here? Go and spend your free time in a cooking club: it's better. The PR man was listening and laughed. Went close and said me: - Don't listen to him. He's a rascal. If you want, the club opens you its arms, will be happy to have you as a member. And I heard a general clapping and many voices of approvation. Only then I noticed that many members had surrounded us. And only at that point I remembered that I was practically naked. My clothes, documents, keys and money I had left them in the basement. But I didn't go down to bring them at once. I was beginning to feel and to appreciate the warmth of their gazes on my skin. In the end, in a BDSM club a bare breast, an almost naked female body should not be a reason of scandal. Likely I could even denude me completely, even shaved. If I'll frequent the place, I'll do it. I decided to join. I passed the rest of the evening among the others, walking barefoot and wearing only my black panties. Only later I realized that even my cheek was black, close to the eye. Patience. One after the other, big part of males came to chat with me, sitting, curled up or eased down on the couch dressed like you see me in the picture. Some of them might be interesting, in perspective.

[velma994]

As I already wrote, I am not a stripteaseuse but a professional in the fiscal/financial field, graduate, appreciated for the quality of my work. But, like many people, I suffer from fetishes. Heart and nudity are my main two and are not the only ones. I kept them hidden for years but, reached a certain age, I understood that I would have been happier if I had given vent to them. Especially to the most reachable: exhibit myself naked. And gradually I realized what an excitement would have been able to give me to expose me totally naked to some customers of my studio. They have always seen me only as a professional and, above all, always dressed. Upsetting, for them and for me!!! I was worried however of the reaction of my boss. Might he fire me? But in full Summer he there was not, cause of holiday. I decided to take advantage of his absence. Less professional and more female. In Summer, the customers coming to the studio are not many. Someone however arrives; therefore I dressed in an adequate way. A very large blouse unbuttoned in depth, wore without bra and held spread enough; if I heard the bell rang, I spread it even more. And, as I thought, some customers arrived. Entering my room, they noticed my outfit perforce. Some of them maintained their aplomb; some looked rather shocked. What I desired. With these last ones, I moved with nonchalance, doing appear the one or the other nipple. And their eyes sparkled. One of them, owner of a little company, 42 y.o., was particularly bold. - You know, dear doctor: you are not only a precious professional but also, and especially, a beautiful woman. - You make me blush, Mr. Meadows. You are gentle indeed! - and, remembering what I was aiming at when I had dressed in that scanty way, I forced myself because I found it embarrassing, I silenced my shame and took the two sides of my blouse opening it completely, showing him my breast totally naked. I hit him fully; he wasn't prepared and was speechless for almost a minute. And so was I. Then he found his boldness again: - I would like to treat the practice in my office instead than in yours. I have too many heavy papers, that I can't bring here. You cannot, isn't? Tomorrow might you...? This time it was he who hit me. But, in the end, it was what I wanted! Or not? - Esther!! - I screamed. My collaborator opened the door. - Tomorrow afternoon I will not be there. I will go and work to the Mr. Meadows' office. He has many papers to see, uncomfortable to bring here. I don't know if Esther believed my lie or did not, but who cares: I had only to inform her about my absence, so that she was not worried not seeing me. ........ The day after I dressed in the most essential of ways. Only what necessary and even less: a cute and thin blouse with the buttons, an extra large skirt rolled around my waist that stayed up only thanks to the belt and a couple of thin sandals in leather. No bra and not even panties. I had to pay attention, on my scooter, because the wind continued to lay bare my genital zone! I reached the suburbs and rang at the gate. A voice: - Come on, doctor. In front of you there is a small edifice. Now I open you the door. At the first floor there is my office. Without fear; there are neither persons nor guard dogs. I went up. In effect, all was silent. While directing to his room, I opened all the buttons of my blouse. Once on the doorstep, I looked at him; he looked at me. Eyes into eyes, I pulled my arms out from the blouse and threw it into a corner. A few seconds after, I had pulled the belt out of the skirt, which fell to the floor. In less than a half minute, I was completely naked in front of mr. Meadows; I had on only the sandals. I was shaved, so I was exposing even my slit at one meter from his nose.

Meadows observed me with an ever more horny air. His eyes remained fixed a bit to my shaved vulva, that for sure he didn't expect to see until to yesterday. Then slowly they climbed to the breast. And at this time they saw the heart, which I was feeling hammer inside my chest, 2 or 3 thumps every second. He got up from his chair, came behind me and embraced my naked body. His left hand surrounded my left breast and the fingertips searched for the heart and reached it! I am sure that the contact of his fingers with my heart was not fortuituous. Feeling his fingers placed on the spot of my thorax where there is the heart did it beat even faster, like a machine gun, and surely those violent movements inside my thorax were exciting him ever more! His right hand reached my pubis, caressed it, the fingers started playing on my clit, then entered inside me, in depth! I was dying; I collapsed on myself; the my customer's right hand abandoned my vagina but went to the heart, remaining placed on my chest to feel the heartbeats also when I was at the floor. I removed my sandals to be, truly, completely naked under him and just after, with fatigue, climbed his desk, placing me laid with the heart upyard and the eyes closed. The center and the left part of my chest were shuddering violently; I was breathless. He threw himself to my left hemithorax as for extracting the heart, breathing heavily, then touched my body everywhere, insisting to my feet and sucking all my toes, as not even a crazed lover does. His hands everywhere gave me special and forgotten sensations, especially into the vagina, on breasts and nipples, on neck and throat and… on the heart! Its 200 beats per min say everything. It has been amazing, much more than I imagined and hoped! This test demonstrated to me that being seen and touched by a client, even in the most intimate parts as the interior of the vagina and the heart, is much more exciting than by the most passionate of boyfriends. Behind his desk, so just in front of me, there was a webcam which immortalized all the scene. He sent me these images, after hiding his face. Fortunately he didn't hide mine. My facial expression tells my state of upset and deep emotion. With the image where you see his fingers inserted in my left breast to perceive the heartbeats, he wanted without doubt to communicate to me the importance of that moment. This choice hit me too. For me, cardiophile, that image has a huge value. I think that the story between Mr. Meadows and me might not end here, yet not being I attracted by him as a man. For now, it has gone on only on the professional plan; tomorrow I don't know, I don't read the future.

NOTE - He sent me also a pic, taken by the webcam, where there is, in addition to my totally bare frontal part, also my shaved pubis, with the slit in foreground. I would like a lot to post it to show me to everybody that way but I don't know what the censors think. Might I be banned? The photo is not vulgar but is "vulvar" :D

[orreryvenus-deactivated20260129]

"God I wish that were me..." as the old meme goes. It reminds me how this kink all got started for me, playing doctor, which I haven't gotten to do in years. Decades. I love how her cheeks flush pink and get pinker as the role play continues-- and how she reacts to each hard precordial thump her boyfriend gives her. Notice how her mouth opens slowly as she savors the shock and the feeling. You know they fucked immediately after.

[velma994]

Here's the photo from which I extracted the image I posted to illustrate the story of the stab at the heart I received 10 years ago. The image had been censored by myself because I didn't know, because of lack of experience, if its integral version, with the breast naked in foreground, could be acceptable for Tumblr. Successively I found on the site a lot of much more intimate and explicit images. No doubt, so, that I can publish the pic so as it is, without cuts. I cared about displaying it, also because it's recent. It's from 2025, end of August. Et voilà! There I am!

[velma994]

I am not a dancer or a stripteaseuse but a professional in the fiscal/financial field, graduate, very appreciated due to the goodness of my work. Like many people I too suffer from fetishes. Heart and nudity are the main but not the only ones. I kept them hidden for years but, reached a certain age, I decided that I would have been happier if I had given vent to my deepest desires. Especially to the most reachable: exhibit myself naked. I realized it the day of my 28th birthday; I had been invited to celebrate my birthday at home of a my old friend, together with other friends and someone I didn't know. I was the princess of the evening, so they invited me to say something suitable. I removed my sandals and jumped on the table. While, with emphasis, I was beginning to say stupid things, someone softened the lights and flew in the air the famous song: - Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! We all were a bit drunk; someone offered to me another short glass of Red Label, saying me: - Now dance for us, our princess! Dance barefoot!

A moment after, the rhythm of "Start me Up" and the Mick's voice were filling the room. After the second piece, a bit because of warmth, a bit because of my fervor, I unbuttoned gradually my blouse and slipped it off me, throwing it to the spectators. I remained with my short red skirt and the bra, dancing barefoot. The atmosphere was getting hot, a diffused and growing excitement was palpable. - More! - the males started screaming. I heard a voice saying: - What do you care! We have already seen you, we know how you are made! Nobody will eat you! Do more! And he came behind my back, unhooking my bra. I remained perplexed some moments. Then I thought: - Why not? and, laughing, I slipped my bra off me, throwing it far away. Just bare chested, I felt a strong emotion in my heart. I raised my arms over my head and took a 360° tour, with my eyes at the ceiling. It is wonderful!, I thought. I'm exposing my chest in front of people just known, who never have seen it! I sensed my heart beating ever stronger. There were two wonderful golden knives for pies; I imagined that someone, seeing such evident heartbeats on my bare chest, took one of them and stabbed me to the heart in front of everybody! And my excitement took off, uncontrollable. Quickly I removed from me even the skirt. I remained only with my small blue panties.

My friend owner of home changed the musical background, putting up slow and languid stuff and softened the lights. It looked like being in a night club. I began to move my almost naked body in a sinuous way, with eyes almost closed, pushing my chest ahead, head and arms back. My friend lowered the lights even more, saying me in a whisper: - Come on, don't stop, our sweet princess! I noticed that everybody had moved the own chair. Now, all they were arranged in a half-circle in front of my table like in a theater. All the eyes were focused on my body, my toes, my breast, my nipples, maybe my heartbeats. Under a faint light, I continued to move me ever more languidly, in a dreamy way. I was giving spectacle of myself; the general silence said me that everybody was feeling emotions. But mine was much greater: I was not accustomed to make what I was making. I never had done. I was not on a beach, where everybody ignores the others: here, all the others were dressed and only I was topless and was offering myself to all, just for them, and the eyes of everyone were caressing all my body, throat, breast, sides, bare feet.

My heart continued to beat fast in front of their eyes so close. I tried to read inside me what actually I desired. And I understood it. It was not the panties what I desired to show and nobody could be interested in my panties. I had to lay bare what there was underneath: my shaved pubis, my vulva so wet to drip. The white rivulet which was lowing out from my vagina. I wanted to show to everyone, live, the intimate reaction that an excited female body can have. For sure the spectators too were desiring the same thing. Languid music, lights turned off and I began to make descend my panties down, cm by cm. Then I pulled my feet out. And I threw my panties away. Finally I was completely naked and carried on dancing languidly on the table covered only by my skin. All were in silence, astonished and enchanted. I felt like in an unreal dream. I continued to dance naked, first almost in the dark, in the end with all the lights turned on! At the end of the music, I raised my arms to the sky and started walking on the table by moving me laterally like an actress, to pass in front to each of them, watching them in the eyes one after the other and smiling to everyone, exhibiting the frontal part of my body completely naked, with the nipples excited, the shaved vulva dripping of white liquid and the heart beating strong, perfectly visible near my left breast. It was utterly shocking for me. I believed to die. And I decided that I had to find a way to do it again, if possible in front of unknown people.

[torture-steth-repeat]

What would you put in the syringe?

[velma994]

My heart area naked, where a dude sunk a blade when I was 20, having the heart as a target. It was an erotic play for him, but the facts say that he was willing to injure me, seriously too, and maybe even to kill me. Although knowing me, he couldn't know that for me it was not a play but something much more important: I dreamed a knife in my heart since child and was having my great and unrepeatable occasion, waited for many, too many years. So, I was willing to die for real. Not only willing: the more I got aroused, the more I wanted the blade in my heart, at the point that, in those crazy moments, it had become my objective! When the knife tip was 3 cm distant from the bare skin of my chest, just at the level of my tricuspid valve, while holding tight his wrists to slow down the knife, my by now uncontrollable excitement pushed me to open my hands all of a sudden, setting free all the force of his push. The blade was at least 8 cm long and well pointed: I was nearly sure that finally I would have experienced the blade of a knife plunged in the heart. In those moments I didn't desire anything else; all the rest of the world and my future had no longer any importance. Naturally the steely tip opened my flesh. But he managed to open his hands a fraction of second before the blade completed the crossing of my chest wall, diving into my heart. I bled a lot. The wound, rather large and deep, needed some weeks to close itself and left a scar, exactly at the height the heart. But also the scar disappeared in about four months. Years have passed and the one in the picture is the appearance of my cardiac region today. I would like to show me topless to all of you; I don't feel any shame not even naked and I am sure that the heart zone too would earn appeal if all the chest was visible naked. But this is the first picture I upload here, I'm lacking of practice and I don't know if this may be accepted by the staff. After 11 years, I would regret to be banned. If someone more expert than me assures me than I won't be punished, I will propose me for sure again, this time with at least the chest completely naked. I have a lot of wish to see me this way on the screen and, equally important, I want to offer this view to the numerous cardiophiles, because I would like to meet someone of them, uncover my chest in front of him, indicate my heart with my finger and put a long knife in his hand, to play again the game of the knife and the heart. It was the most exciting day of my life and I wish to play it again, topless, with a dangerous dark cardiophile who observes gasping the ever more fast beats of my heart lacking of any defense, visible near my left breast, looks at the blade, sufficient to cross a human heart from side to side and finds ever more difficult to control himself. It would be difficult for me too.

[velma994]

It's my 11 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳