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Real-time HR monitoring link

No audio, but you'll be able to see the live rate from my HR monitor chest strap here for the next while. Currently elevated from excitement!

#cardiophilia #cardiophile #female heartbeat #heart rate monitor #live

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They've flagged and hidden a bunch of my videos as "adult content," regardless of whether they have nudity or not and regardless of whether I had tagged them with appropriate community labels. Has anyone else been hit with this? I don't know if there's even any point trying anymore.

I've been appealing them and getting denied for every single one. Again, SOME OF THEM DON'T EVEN HAVE NUDITY. What the actual fuck is this.

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Imagine this,

You have a stupid fight with your friend (23F), and now you can't stop thinking about it. You miss her smile, her goofiness, you miss the warmth of your bond where she used to just randomly come and lie down on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.As you are lost in thoughts , you feel a soft weight settle on the left side of your chest. It was her ofcourse. She doesn't say a word but she rests her head on your sternum directly above your beating heart. Then she slowly undoes the first three button of your shirt and before you know her long icy fingers are caressing your bare chest, tracing the outline of your heart, feeling it hammer softly against her palm. She runs around her fingers like stethoscope, analysing every auscultation point...feeling, counting, observing ,cherishing every beat of your heart like precious stars. You can feel her touch linger on your PMI for a minute longer, her fingers digging deep into your ribs with a pressure that surprises you. You feel a sense of calm wash over your body which normally happens everytime she listens to your heart. But this time something strange happened. Having completed her tour of your heart, she nestles back on your chest ready to fall asleep with the comforting sound of your heart beating steadily in the background. But as soon as her warm cheek touches your cool, clammy skin, your heart stutters in your chest, you can actually feel it skip an entire beat before your heart roars back to life racing frantically now.

90..92...87..112...123..

It gets faster and faster beneath her ears jolting her into alarm. "Hey hey hey" she gasps. "i knew your resting heart rate is a bit on the racier side. But holy shit!!!! What is happening today? "

"maybe it's you !" You try to tease her. Your words coming out in breathless gasps.

" Hold on there, Gwen ... Parker wont let you die this time" she smiles mischievously referring to an inside joke you guys have where she thinks you look like Emma Stone. Then she springs up in action, the warmth from her flushed face still lingering on your chest. It's getting harder and harder to breathe for you now, a dull throbbing ache spreading through the area exactly where her head had been moments ago.

"Gosh it's too fast we gotta slow it down okay?" She tells you before positioning her hands exactly between your breasts starting the compressions. Slow deep compressions. You can feel her using every last bit of her strength in pushing down on your aching chest in a deep, deliberate fashion, desperately trying to coax your stubborn heart back to rhythm. You can also feel your heart reacting to every compression, the rhythm faltering with each passing second, the pain getting more and more excruciating ... She keeps on with the compressions, tired but relentless, your heart playing a cruel joke on her efforts. The harder she pushes down trying to slow your heart, the faster your heart beats beneath her palms as if mocking her.

134..157...178...

You just lay there , as a mere, powerless spectator , of a battle that raged between your own heart and a young woman of 23 desperate to save your life. The situation was both agonizing but strangely comforting at the same time , the irony stealing the air from your lungs.

Suddenly, you feel lighter. The rhythmic, suffocating compressions have stopped replaced by a few seconds of profound silence where all you can hear is your own heart withering away at 180bpm

She looked directly into your eyes. Teary and helpless. "I can't... I can't seem to get it to slow down.." she whispers planting a soft kiss on your forehead. It was an apology for seemingly failing to save her 'Gwen'. " But...i can make it go faster. " She smiles. A chill runs down your body, a sharp contrast to the feeling in your lungs that were now burning with the lack of oxygen

You watch in disbelief as well as admiration as she brings out a syringe from her pocket, the sharp silver edges shimmering in the moonlight . "I'm sorry" she speaks again her voice surprisingly cold now " but your heart needs to be punished for not listening to me" . Before you can fully comprehend what she means, she has already jabbed the syringe just below your left breast, your left ventricle now flooding with adrenaline. Your heart protests going into a frenzy. It violently twists inside your chest, stuttering and skipping multiple beats and then going for a sprint again.

190 ...207...225....248bpm?

Your heart has lost count. You feel like there's a volcano bubbling inside your chest . Everything hurts everything burns inside but you don't want it to stop. You want to stay awake and feel it all. You want to savour every beat of your struggling, tortured, failing heart.But darkness beckons and the pull is too strong for you to resist. The last thing you remember is the feeling of icy long fingers rubbing a cold gel on your red, battered chest. You may have heard the sound of paddles charging but you are not sure what had happened next

You wake up to find yourself lying on your bed, the excruciating burning in your chest replaced by a soft throbbing pain which hurt with every beat of your heart . Next to your strong but faintly irregular heartbeat, she lay nestled , her heading resting against the bruises her strong deep compressions had carved on your chest. It was the scars of a battle. A battle she had seemingly won in disciplining your naughty , unruly heart. "Did it hurt ?" She softly whispers kissing the red, painful area below your left breast, the area where the needle had pierced through trying to access your fragile heart. "Did it hurt a lot? " She asks again. You are too tired to speak so you just sigh in response. She snuggles closer to you , the soft, irregular rhythm of your weakened heart lulling her to sleep. You stroke her hair gently oblivious to the fact that she's dreaming about the knife she had kept hidden in her room . She is dreaming about cutting open your chest and squeezing your heart with her bare hands. Your heart needs to be punished more for not listening to her.

Holy fuck this is incredible!! Such a hot story and I love the details - you've clearly being paying attention. 😯💓 I need someone to control and monitor and torture my heart like this. 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Thank you SO much for writing and sending this! Though I'm going to need a bit of a break from work now before I can concentrate again... gotta read it again... 💦💦💦💦

#cardiophilia #cardiophile #cardiorotica #fic #dark cardiophilia

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Love your content!! Hope u are doing great

Thank you! I'm doing much better than I have been for a couple of years, to be honest. Now I'm just hoping (and working) to keep it that way. 💓 Thanks for the kind words.

#ama

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Hello!)And you could buy a pig's heart to then depict on video how your heart is cut out and then I hold it still beating. in your hand?)You're doing well with dark cardiophilia)

I'm glad you like the dark cardio stuff! I won't be doing anything like that for ethical and squick reasons. Thanks for the ask though.

#ama

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Live is over but LMK if you're interested in doing it again

Sorry about the lack of notice but I spontaneously decided to stream for a bit today.

It was a lot of fun and I definitely didn't get any work done during my "work" heartbeat stream lol. For next time I'll try to get it so I can stream and type in chat at the same time, but in the meantime thank you for the hot comments and @number-one-man and @tachycardiophilia for the gifts even though I don't know what they do (yet)!

Fuuuuuck me, I'm way too turned on now. 🥵

#cardiophilia #cardiophile #livestream #female heartbeat

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I'm guessing that syringe in your latest post is a prop, just curious where you got that from? It's awesome!

Yep, it's a prop that I found on Etsy for about $75 USD iirc.

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What would you put in the syringe?

#cardiophilia #cardiophile #gif #heart injection #dark cardiophilia

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Hey everybody, I just wanted to let you know that I'm not dead or anything. Just dealing with some life shit and haven't had the energy or interest in posting for a long while. Some changes are coming at work for me in the new year so fingers crossed that I'll get back into it.

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Thank you so much! I love that. 🥵

For @torture-steth-repeat 🫀🫀💗💗🩺

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In my life I've never experienced something as intense and surreal as the 24 cardiophilia-filled hours that @drsean55 and I spent together. We prioritised living the experience rather than recording it so we only have a few photos and videos to share, but I really love this one. My heart being monitored in so many different ways felt amazing, but not as good as your strong hands covering my chest. Pressing against the throb of my PMI, teasing my nipples, compressing my ribs to force my heart and lungs into obedience. There's no better feeling in the world. 🥵

#cardiophilia #cardiophile #female heartbeat #stethoscope #ekg #medfet #cardiophile meetup

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A real person listening to my heart, palpating my PMI, compressing my chest... This shit hits different!! 🥵

I feel so fucking lucky to finally have this chance @drsean55

#cardiophilia #cardiophile #cardiophile meetup

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I'm ready to be monitored, please

I need some EKG pads on there, a stethoscope of course, and maybe a defibrillator if things get really spicy. 😏

#cardiophilia #cardiophile #steth me

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Story time! A Lifeguard's Fantasy

Mf, non-consensual, resus, unconscious

The lifeguard has his eye on her off and on for hours, her striped bikini making her easy to spot. He tried not to watch her as she played in the surf with her friends, tried to focus on his duty to watch everyone at the beach. But his mind and eyes kept wandering back to her. So when he suddenly couldn't spot her in the waves, he jumped down from his chair immediately.

Her friends were oblivious, still shoving each other and throwing a nerf football around. The waves were high and there was a lot of noise--shouting, laughter, crashing surf, music in the background. He didn't see the woman in the striped suit until he shoved his way past the group of friends. They were indignant at first, but then alarmed when they saw his red rescue buoy and whistle.

"Move!" he shouted, and they jumped out of the way. As the group parted, he saw her. She was facedown in the water, mostly submerged, being tossed mercilessly by the waves. He dived forward and cut several efficient strokes toward her, shoving the rescue torpedo beneath her through the water. Her face broke the surface but her eyes were closed and her body limp. Drowned.

Her useless friends were screaming now as they finally realized what was happening. They had only just enough sense to stay out of his way as he towed her limp body back to shore as quickly as he could manage.

He dragged her up onto a nearby towel on the sand and lay her out flat. She was completely still, her limbs splayed in the sand where they fell. Her skin glistened with moisture but was deathly pale, her lips tinged with blue.

He pointed at one of the useless friends, a young man in blue board shorts, and yelled "Call 911, tell them we have a drowning victim! They'd better get here fast, I don't know if I can save her!"

The man looked stunned, but started to run up the beach toward an umbrella with their belongings beneath it. Going for a phone, the lifeguard hoped.

The lifeguard's fingers were already pressed against her carotid artery. He could feel nothing, no pulse of life, but he nevertheless fished with one hand for the stethoscope he always carried in his lifeguarding pack--not a requirement of the job, but it was his favourite tool. Just a few minutes ago, her heart must have been pounding wildly as she struggled in the water. How had he missed her quiet, desperate battle against the waves? As he pressed the bell of his stethoscope over her silent pulmonary valve, he tried not to drift away with the thought. Her head tilted back, gasping desperately for air as she went under one wave, then another. Her heart jackhammering against her ribs as she tried and failed to pull herself free of the tugging current.

He could feel his body stirring beneath the wet fabric of his red board shorts. It had been so long since something like this had happened, he thought maybe he'd gotten over this obscene desire of his. But with his hands on her cold, wet chest, his eyes on the slight parting of her lips, the desire was far from gone. His only regret was not seeing the moment she had submerged and not come back up. As he worked her bikini top up her ocean-slicked body to get a better angle with the stethoscope, he imagined her final, desperate gasp as the water entered her mouth. If he'd had access to her chest then, he could have listened to how her body responded to the shock. First, her breathing must have arrested, the awareness fading from her eyes. Her heart would still have pumped a while longer, fighting against the inevitable--soon stumbling with the lack of oxygen to supply it, the pauses between beats getting longer and longer, the skips getting rougher. It definitely didn't beat now, he was very sure of that. But he stethed each cardiac auscultation point anyway, listening to the delicious silence.

He couldn't linger too long, her friends were watching. Sobbing, some of them. He shifted from one knee to the other to allow his massive erection to find a more comfortable position and hide the bulge that the cold ocean water was doing nothing to subdue. The guy in the blue board shorts was running back, waving his cellphone.

"They're on the way! They want to know if she has a pulse!" His face was frantic, but the lifeguard didn't care. He looked up just long enough to bark a brief report. "No pulse, no breath sounds. She's in complete cardiac and respiratory arrest. Tell them to get here as fast as they can!"

The circle of friends were gasping and crying, but they faded to background noise for him as he returned his attention to his victim. Audience or not, she was all his now. His cock was ramrod straight in his swimsuit as he straddled her, one knee pressed against each of her soft hips. This position wasn't strictly necessary, but these idiots wouldn't know that.

Her striped bikini top was pushed up, baring her breasts and sternum for him to work on. She was completely vulnerable, consciousness already gone, her body entirely dependent on him. He placed one hand on top of the other and locked them in position over her sternum, taking half a second to marvel at the beauty of his own strong, bronze arms and hands glistening over her equally glistening but pale chest. His hands dwarfed her as he began to compress her ribcage into her heart.

He found a rhythm quickly, thrusting hard and deep into her chest with the heels of his hands. He could see her heart in his mind's eye, forced to move blood with every crushing compression. His cock throbbed in time with her unresponsive heart, 100 beats per minute as he pounded it with his hands. Her ribs were supple, but he heard something break inside her. She was so fragile, so close to death. It was only his efforts that were keeping her back from the brink now. The thought was almost too much for him and he gasped as he nearly came.

One of the useless friends--the one with the blue shorts--took his gasp for tiredness and approached the scene. "Trade off with me," he said, shoving the cell phone to one of the women. The lifeguard was reluctant to relinquish his position over her, but his arms were burning with the effort to push the blood through her body. He nodded brusquely and, without ceasing compressions, moved over her hips to the left side of her body, closer to her heart. As he turned the CPR duties over to the friend, he allowed himself the pleasure of leaning over the victim's body to retrieve his medical bag from the other side. Making it part of the motion, he rubbed the length of his rock-hard cock against the softness of her breast as he leaned over her. He felt through that part of his body as her ribs caved in repeatedly beneath the friend's weight--his cock was almost directly above her heart as they worked on it. Each thrust of the compressions brought him in toward her dying pump and back out again, as though he was fucking her drowned heart.

He came powerfully in his shorts just as he grabbed his medical bag, feeling each manual pump of her heart with his cock pressed almost against it. He managed to keep his reaction mostly silent and pulled back quickly lest he leak onto her body. As much as he would love to see his cum shining on her breasts and ribs, he couldn't let the onlookers see that he was living his deepest, darkest fantasy.

With his hands free now, he was able to use the steth on her again, and get a good look at her. Her face was slack, eyes open a tiny sliver. Her head rocked backward with every chest compression and her throat was long and slender. He wanted to wrap his fingers around it, so he did--ostensibly checking for a pulse that wasn't there. With his fingers on both her carotids and his steth positioned firmly over the deafening stillness of her heart, his arousal hadn't dampened in the slightest with orgasm.

"Still no pulse, no breathing," the lifeguard announced, his voice hoarse. He reluctantly put the stethoscope aside, though he could listen to her heart not beating for hours. With two fingers beneath her chin, he tilted her head back and fastened his mouth over her lips, forcing his air into her lungs. Her chest swelled with the pressure and everyone heard another crack from her ribs, maybe her sternum. "Keep going," the lifeguard ordered, as the idiot friend paused in horror at the sound. "Her heart isn't beating, we need to pump it for her."

He breathed into her again and again, enjoying the sight of his air inflating her chest, then leaving as the compressions forced it out.

Her friend was panting, exhausted from the effort of CPR. They swapped out again, and as much as he'd enjoyed filling her lungs, the lifeguard was happy to take up position over her again. His muscles rippled as he crushed her petite chest over and over, visualizing the heart inside her being pounded by his thrusts.

Sirens in the distance. The ambulance was almost here, and they would take his beautiful victim away from him. Despite the burning pain in his arms, his compressions got even deeper and more forceful. He needed to be the one. He needed to.

"I think I have a pulse!" the friend said suddenly, his fingers against her carotid. Her head still lolled against the sand.

"Move," snapped the lifeguard. He stopped compressing her chest and put the tips of the stethoscope back in his ears. He leaned forward to get contact: his fingers against her carotid artery, his stethoscope against her chest, his cock against her bikinied pubic mound. At the latter, he almost came immediately for a second time but managed to bite it down.

With his fingers on her throat, he could feel nothing. But in his ears was a weak and slogging heartbeat. She was still unconscious but her chest was rising and falling now, the barest amount. He heard the breath whispered into her lungs as he listened to her pulmonary valve. Her heart was slow, so slow--maybe 30 bpm and beating so softly he almost couldn't hear it at all.

His cock throbbed against her, harder than it had ever been in his life. His ears were full of her muted heartbeat. Was it slowing again? Without removing the earpieces, he snapped to the other man, "Tilt her head back to open her airway. Her heartbeat is weak and fading. We might lose her."

His fantasy would end soon, one way or the other. He leaned deeply forward across her body to position the stethoscope over each of her auscultation points in turn, dragging his cock against the slickness of both their bathing suits. The orgasm was building within him again.

He moved his right hand to hold the stethoscope and placed it firmly over her tricuspid valve, his favourite. The index and middle fingers of his left hand nestled snugly beneath her bare breast, between the ribs that shielded the tip of her heart.

Her heartbeat in his ears grew louder and stronger. 40 bpm, then 50. He subtly moved himself against her at the same rate. Finally, he felt the push of her heart against his fingers as well. Her organ pulsed against him as he pulsed against her. The orgasm tore through him and he came hard against her as she began to stir, surrounded by the beat of her heart in his ears and against his fingers.

He hid the orgasm by collapsing across her lower body in apparent relief, secretly riding the waves of pleasure that coursed through him.

The crowd around them shouted and applauded her recovery. And after a moment, the lifeguard sat up to accept their congratulations and gratitude.

#cardiophilia #resus community #cardiorotica #dark cardiophilia #cardiophile

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Hello, come here to say 2 things.

Congrats on the new house! Hope everything arrived safe and sound during the move! The house will feel like home in no time!

2. Got three scenarios for you.

Casual Cardiac Grab and Auscultation: I remember an image from years back on a furry site (sorry) where the patient, a female, was sitting down while the doctor examined her heart. The main draw was that the patient had her heart physically in the doctor's hands with the stethoscope. The description said this patient did this every time and felt no discomfort. What do you think about this?

Glass Heart: A medical website shows an animation of the heart while it is pumping. The heart shifts from a normal heart to a glass one where you can see the blood flow in the veins, arteries, and chambers. What if this could happen to your heart?

Alien Cardiac Aid: This last scenario is one I dreamed up randomly. This one goes where a young woman who lives mostly isolated from the rest of her neighbors discovers a downed spaceship while walking. Finding the pilot dead. She discovers its heart crawling away from the wreck. The alien organ is still pumping weakly. At first, she wants to run, but curiosity drives her closer. When she steps up, it grabs her leg like it is begging. She screams, flailing about and watching as it crawls up her leg toward her chest. It suddenly buries one of its veins into her chest, attaching it to her racing heart. The organ isn't trying to harm her. It wants a safe place to stay and keep itself alive. Since she was the one who came by, it chose her. Through her panic, she feels relief and gratitude. This heart was the mind and soul of the pilot, who tragically died in the crash. Now it asks her if it can stay with her until help arrives. It promises to behave and stay out of sight while it is with her. She gives it a lot of thought but ultimately decides to let it stay. Sending a flood of warmth through her system, the heart slowly burrows deeper until fully inside. She realizes: "I've got an alien's heart living inside me." She goes home, and her new adventures begin.

So what do you think? If any of this was possible, would you like to be involved?

Do you like it? Do you not like it? Let me know.

Ciao!

First of all, thank you! The new house is lovely and it's a relief to be past the mad scramble of searching, paperwork, and moving that's consumed the last six months of my life.

And then.... oh wow, which to choose! I think the second is my favourite because I love visuals and the vulnerability that that implies is just...mmm, nice. 😅 The parasitic nature of the third scenario squicks me out a little bit but this line still made me feel a certain kind of way: "It suddenly buries one of its veins into her chest, attaching it to her racing heart." 💦 And I love the first one, but would love it even more if it was against her/my will, I have to admit!

Thanks for the great ask! 💓

#scenarios

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Can you do something more exciting?

Let me educate you about this type of comment, and the one last week that said I should do my next video topless instead. These sorts of thing aren't as overtly rude as many, but it is still rude. You're clearly writing in just to say "I don't like what you're posting, do something different."

It's also counterproductive to your own interests. I post for fun, you're not paying me. So enjoy what I post or don't, follow me or don't, but know that the best-case scenario for submitting something like this is that I ignore it. On a bad day, they make me feel bad and make me not want to post anything at all. How does that help anybody?

#turning off anonymous subs now #why did I ever turn them back on

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Please come take this stethoscope and listen to my gentle heartbeats. As you move the instrument through all auscultation points, you may notice that they get a little harder and faster under your attentive ear. Then touch my chest, my ribs, the throbbing pulse between them. And if your fingers drift lower, you'll feel how much I like this...

#extended version on onlyfans #cardiophilia #cardiophile #female heartbeat #stethoscope #heartbeat #steth me