heartbeat trader

Two cardiophiles in one place. It’s a rare thing, and I feel like the most lucky man in the world to be dating one. She is so beautiful too, Emma. She’s brunette, little freckles around her nose, with striking green eyes. Next to me she’s quite small, 5'2" and 110 lbs. It’s the perfect hug height. Every time we hug, she buries her ear in my chest. And when I hold her like I am right now, I can wrap my arms all the way around her. We lay on the couch, cuddled up in each other’s warmth. I hold her hand gently in mine, it’s so tiny. In a moment of curiosity, I place my fingers over her wrist to feel her pulse. Within seconds I could feel a change in pace, followed by a single skip. “Oh did you feel that!?” she exclaims. “Yes I did actually! What do you think caused it?” I ask. She looks right into my eyes and says, “I dunno maybe the fact that you were feeling my pulse and it got nervous.” “Hmm, I think that skip deserves further evaluation…” I say, trailing off as to seem devious. She knew exactly what I was getting at. “It’s your call, doctor.” She says. At that moment, she leans in slowly, glancing down at my lips, and then softly kisses me. I kiss back. Soon the kissing intensifies, becoming more and more passionate. I slip my hands under her shirt, running my fingers up her ribcage and then down her sides grabbing her hips firmly. God, I am hooked now. I want her, all of her, especially that pumping heart inside her chest. I pull myself away for a second. “Follow me,” I say, taking her hand. I pull her into my bedroom and close the door behind me. I can see in her eyes, she’s full of wonder and excitement. “What are you going to do to me doc?” she asks. “Depending on certain things, your exam may need to be rather… thorough. But please, lay down on the bed so I can take your vitals,” I ask. She obediently does so, and I walk over to feel her pulse once again. “Hmm, you pulse is much faster now than it was before,” I say. “It’s at 95 bpm and you’re just laying here. Tilt your head, I’m going to feel your neck pulse.” I press my fingers into her carotid, feeling her strong artery pulse away. “Still rising at 105 bpm. Why’s your heart getting faster Em?” I tease. She looks at me again with those gorgeous green eyes and says, “Doc, I’ve been feeling some skips lately and I think you need to test my heart. Really take it to the limits and listen… I want you to tell me how my heart reacts.” Oh god. Is this it? My fantasy? I knew she was into hearts, but does she have a dark side to her cardiophilia like me? Curiously I ask, “when you say to take your heart to it’s limits…” “Torture me, doc,” she interrupts before I could finish. “Make my heart beat funny in ways I’ve never felt before.” Those words sent a chill through my body, I could feel my heart start to pound out of my chest. “Well,” I say, “I think you’ll have to strip down for that…” “Help me?” she asks. “Of course,” I reply. I gently sit her up and pull her low cut shirt over her head. “This will have to go as well.” I reach my hands behind her back, unhooking her bra. I let it slide down her arms, revealing her perfect, perky little tits. Her heart is pulsing visibly through her ribs, too. God what a sight that is. “And for good measure, we’ll take these off,” I say, unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them off her legs. “Is it hot in here?” I say. “I can’t be uncomfortable during your exam, I guess my shirt is coming off too…” I pull my shirt off and toss it aside, exposing my own pulsing chest. “No,” she answers, “I don’t think it’s hot in here, that’s just you. You’re hot as hell.” “Me?” I say. “You’re the one who’s sexy as hell, just look at you!” She smiles. I grab my littmann and push her down on the bed, climbing on top of her. I quickly put the pieces in my ears and place the stethoscope right over her heart where it’s poking through her ribs. I lean over her, looking right into those eyes. Just before I kiss her, I whisper, “You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy torturing your heart.” To be continued.