He replied, my heart jumping in response.
You pushed me against the bed, knowing full well that I hadn’t the strength to fight you off, stethoscope still pushing in my chest while my heart raced nervously in anticipation.
I stopped counting after the third pressure play, I realised it was useless to remember because the number will just keep getting higher with the passing days.
As you removed my dress, I could only think of my poor heart, it had a week to recover and it hasn’t skipped since then, maybe it will survive this one? At least I hoped so, but deep in me I kinda wanted it to stop so your hands can force it to beat again… starting this loop of pain again
You gave me a gentle start, both of your hand slowly pushing the stethoscope between my chest. My heart beating hard against it as it gets closer to my strong pump.
I can see the look in your eyes. Desire, isn’t it? The need of pushing more and more till you can feel it beating against the steth, against your hand. I can see how it gets stronger and starts pushing you away but I want you closer, and so do you.
“A healthy start”, you say, “I can see it has well recovered from last week… what a stubborn little thing…”
Something about the way you talk about my pump gets my chills, and you seem to notice by the gay my hands grip the sheets.
As the pressure gets a little harder I can feel a woosh in my chest, the murmur appearing as I hear you say “there it is” under your breath.
Minutes passed after you decided it was enough warming up. You stopped the pressure and get up, giving me time to breathe while you get out of the room only to come back later with a kettlebell in your hands.
And I know where it is going. Feeling the cold heavy metal between my breasts, the steth right under it.
I look at you in fear, well knowing I’m getting to want this more than you.
You get in top of me and without a warning, you push it hard down my chest. My heart stumbling on response to the sudden pressure. It beats harder and faster, bouncing you in the rythm of my pain.
It’s harder to breathe, my pump only quivering in a mess as the lub dub goes into a mess of loud woosh…
WooshWooshWoosh… WooshWooshWoohsWoosh
I can feel it everywhere in my small body, my chest trembling against the pulse of my life fighting against the weight of your desires. It stumbles, but beats again stubborn in nature. And you love this.
“You feel it don’t you? What a useless thing it is? It’s barely beating at this point… just singing as it all I can do at my mercy”. He laughs, “you try to breathe but can’t help yourself, all covered in sweat, red as your blood warms every chamber in your body… a beautiful mess…”
My heart skips in a row, hard. My hands go to his, grabbing your wrist as I try to look at you but my vision is getting blurry. The sound of my heart, dying slowly, somehow fill my ears as I feel it growing slower and weaker… It’s wooshing getting silent before you decide it’s enough and remove the weight, rushing soon enough to grab the steth in my chest and listen how my pump fights to recover…
My heart, now a wooshing mess, beats slowly for some seconds before racing again, you seem happy with the results, but I don’t. For the first time, I myself found me unsatisfied without your hands shaking me to live again.
I try to speak but a finger in my lips stop me. “Rest now… you did good, now just let me hear the damaged I’ve done…”
•|| Hiii, so this is my first time actually trying to write something in English so sorry about the ugly way I do it… side some pressure rounds this morning wich are the recordings you can hear in the audio photo. Sorry about the weird noises, idk what was it…
I’m surprised it didn’t skipped much as it is used to, kinda makes me sad
Hope you guys enjoy the story as it is a continuation of my last post, also, I have a recovery audio that I might post later, but till then, I hope you guys enjoy listening to my loud murmuring pump. <3
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