rearranging your guts (literal)

This is my heartbeat while I play with poppers

EKG + steth recording

Every day I wake up and all I can think of is you, on top of me, stimulants racing through my system, as my heart pumps harder and faster. The feeling of it squeezing painfully in my chest, pumping so fast that it can barely shunt enough blood through my squirming body, turns me on like nothing else. I know my heart can't handle the stress, and somehow that makes me want you to punish it even more. I place a hand between my breasts, clutching my chest as I feel the ventricles pushed to the breaking point. I can barely breath as the IV feeds my heart, each drip pushing it closer to cardiac arrest.

It pumps, as another drop floods my system. It pumps impossibly fast, racing past 200 BPM as alarms fill our room. I'm gasping now, my lungs on fire as I try to keep my pump fed. You are working quickly, fingers deep inside me as my heart edges closer to failure. I can barely speak now, but you know what I need.

i'd love that, anon. let's think about it...

I'm alive again and I did something :D

I don't think there's nearly enough fanfare for "softcore" medfet. I'm talking the sweet-as-dripping-honey physician, the doe-eyed, fully compliant patient, the mutual trust being forged between them, the innate paradox of being exposed and undressed to a professional who really cares. Someone who routinely says, "let's just take a peek down here" or, "let me have a listen to your heartbeat" or even something as simple as, "thank you for trusting me with your body - all of it". Someone with benevolent intentions, no ulterior motive but for the satisfaction of helping someone with their body.

Fittingly, I really like pairing this with someone who's body-conscious. "Oh, you put on some weight since last year? That's okay, sweetheart, all bodies are built different!" Or, "you can show me any part of you and I won't judge, I promise." Evolving from that to things like, "let's just find out how much your pretty ticker can take..." to preface some combination of exercise + stething or a stress test.

I never really got the whole "clinician must be cold and distant" vibe. It makes sense, don't get me wrong, but it's not in my wheelhouse. I'm a card-carrying member of Weenie Hut Jr.'s (or would it be Weenie Hut General?) fr

good news: finally figured out how to embed audio! so here's this one again--my favorite of all time. these are the most pleasurable skips i've ever experienced, which you can tell because i let out a little moan around 30 seconds in when it just would not. stop. skipping, and you can hear me panting when my heart finally remembers how to beat.

Decided to try a push method I’d seen on here, to try and make my heart act up since it’s being stubbornly calm and steady today. Basically you do a push while standing, then crouch down as you exhale and hold your breath there. My first push was so intense, I started seeing stars and my legs got weak, but I stayed standing. I managed to hold the push for nearly a minute and then crouched down as I breathed out.

My climax came in unexpected this time. So when my moment hit it felt so.. fucking good. You'll notice it too. My moans continue on even after cumming. I was still masturbating to make the feeling last longer, so because of that I'm going desperate for another round.

I need my heart to keep beating..