Rickyboxen

February 2025: "Arresting Palpitations" turns 20 years-old this month. One of the original contributions to older cardiophile webpages and now extinct Yahoo! Group sites, but immortalized on Literotica.

I will always appreciate those who have reached out since the beginning, and those who reached out 5, 10, 15 years later after discovering the story. Messages of how turned on they were by it, to even sharing and roleplaying the fantasy as a couple, are the motivations I thrive on to continue this passion.

My writing style certainly improved over the years, and I'm humble to know it's still not perfect. My genre and target audience probably narrowed as well, but it also opened eyes to discovering new kinks in this fetish that created new fans.

When getting intimate, ask these 4 questions:

- What do I want to do to you?

- What do you want to do to me?

- What do you want me to do to you?

- What do I want you to do to me?

The most difficult part in letting your significant other know is when they start questioning it wanting to know more.  It was hard enough breaking the shell to say you had the fetish in the first place, but what happens if this love for hearts is not as vanilla as they expect?  There aren’t a whole lot of people out there who have dark fantasies or kinky fetishes, and sometimes groups like this are where you have to find the common ground.

The best way to explore your fetish is to get to know more about what it is you enjoy.  Start examining how and where it started.  You might be surprised at what you learn about yourself, and are better able to hone in on the fantasies and roleplays that make for an awesome experience.

After all these years, I think I have a good grasp on my self-understanding.  I found the events and scenarios that turn me on the most can be categorized and summarized below.  This is me.

1) Fetish: Cardiophila - Arousal by the heartbeat   a) Kink: Dominant Control - The feeling that I am in control of one’s heart.   b) Kink: Permissive Defeat - She exposes her vulnerability and relinquishes control of her heart, giving it to me (physically, poetically, emotionally, etc.).

2) Fetish: Women in Distress / Erotic Peril - Arousal from women in helpless or dire situations   a) Kink: Cardiac Distress - The scenario involves the realization that her heart will meet a tragic fate.   b) Kink: Rescue/Failed Rescue - I make every attempt to save her heart, and may or may not be successful.   c) Kink: Antagonist - I am the one directly making her heart suffer.

3) Similarities: Rapid, abnormal, tachycardia episodes.  Helplessness and desperation, in need of rescuing.  Full awareness (visibly exposed, loud ECGs, loud thumping, etc.) that her heart directly fighting against her (racing faster, pounding harder, fluttering or fibrillating).  A final plea for help before the climactic ending.

While I didn’t fully understand it then, looking back I am able to pinpoint it to this exact moment where I believe these two fetishes were anchored into my personality: Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. - Willie Scott (Kate Capshaw) is captured and placed in the sacrificial cage, but she covers her heart as Mola Ram is ready to take it.

The helpless little victim has a gift.

Standing in a robe wearing a tribal mask, I raise my hands to the air and clear my throat for the speech to the villagers.  “The almighty gods have summoned the lovely princess for the sacred honor of the harvest sacrifice!”  I lower my arms and point to Ashley, standing in the corner of the room dressed in a sheer gown trembling in fear.  “Come, Princess.  The gods have summoned you!”

She shook her head, pleading to be let go.  “No!  You can’t do this!” she exclaimed.  “The village needs me!”

I smiled.  “Yes, the village needs you more than ever!”  With my outstretched palm, my mystical force draws her toward me, putting Ashley in a mesmerized trance.  Her chest out, as if magnetically attracted to my hand, she walks closer.  My fingers reach out, wrapping her face as my deep hypnotic trance takes full control of her mind.  “The gods demand a tribute to the harvest.  You shall have the honor of presenting yourself for the sacrifice!”

“Yes, Master...” she complied, succumbing to my power.  She stands before me, her arms akimbo with her palms up.  My hands reach up to her parted gown and I tear it open, exposing her beautiful chest to me.  The collars slide from her shoulders and down her arms, leaving the gown to fall to the floor.  Her vulnerable naked body awaiting the preparation of her fate.

My hand caresses her cheek as her breathing quickens, her mind still in a state of trance but conscious to her surroundings.  My fingers sliding to her neck, wrapping around her throat as her quickening carotid arteries slammed against my fingertips.  Down her sternum, my palm covering her heart as she felt the warmth and radiance permeating from within.

With a forceful shove, I push her to [the bed] as she stares straight up, her breaths quickening more, succumbing to a state of paralysis as the gods beckon her from above.  I look up to the sky and raise my palm.  “Almighty gods, I have offered you the young maiden, Ashley, for your nourishment.  We present this sacrifice for the safe harbor of our village through the autumn and winter months.  Give me a sign that you are gracious for the offering in which you are about to receive!”

Ashley moaned and trembled.  She found her back arching as her chest heaved upwards, breathing quickly and heavily as she felt an uncontrollable force deep within her.  She winces at the tightness beneath her sternum as the gods grow more eager and hungry for their prize.

“Princess Ashley, what do you offer to our gods?”

With a weak whimper, her chest shook, her breasts jiggling from the tense crushing feeling from within.  “My... my heart!”  Instantly, her chest fell back as she desperately tried to catch her breath.  “My heart!”

I feel an intense force from above give me extraordinary strength and power as I was granted permission to do their bidding.  I climbed up and straddled her body, sitting above her hips on her stomach to pin her down.  I reach for the binding tie and grab hold of her wrists, cinching them tightly above her head to expose her beautiful chest to me.  I reach up and place [a pillow] behind her shoulder blades to prepare her bosom for the sacrifice.  With a low monotonous grumbling, I chant the magic verbiage to summon the gods to invade this lovely host.

“Succumb to the darkness, Ashley...  The gods will be pleased with your offering.”  She closed her eyes as her mind was under the complete control of the gods.  Dark.  Black.  Entering despair.  [I place the thick black blindfold over her eyes, her senses heightening to those that remain.]  “Feel the cold sharp blade against your breast.”  [I tease by sliding the dull end of the knife up and down her sternum, the cold flat side teasing a nipple before resting the blade above her apex to watch it tremble on her ribs.]  “The gods demand you give them your heart, Ashley.  Give me your heart!”

Her breaths rapid and quick, her trance under control of the gods agreeing.  “Take it!” she shrieks.  “Take it!”

[I place the bell of a double-stethoscope to her ribcage beneath her breast and firmly secure it with a few strips of tape.]  “Concentrate on your heart, Ashley... the gods deeply desire your prize.”  [I place the ear pieces of the stethoscope to her ears and mine, the intense thumping of her heartbeat flooding our ears.]  Her breaths quicken again as she continues to concentrate deeply on her heart.

“With this potion, I awaken you to greet the gods with your gift.” [I squirt some lotion onto her chest and firmly massage the gel onto her sternum and between her cleavage.]  Ashley groans as the potion burns her flesh, weakening the bonds that once protected her heart from the environment.  “Almighty gods!  With the power of this blade, I present you with your gift!”

Ashley feels the deep dark force overcoming her, her chest arching and heaving as it thunders in her eardrums.  [Taking an ice cube and firmly pressing the corner of the cube onto the top of her sternum, the ice melting as “blood” dribbles onto her throat and neck.]  “As I plunge this icy cold blade deep into your chest, what do you have to offer!”

The trance takes over her body as she is ready to gift her prize.  “My heart!” she moans.  I slide the [ice cube] blade slowly down her sternum as more pools into her cleavage.  “My heart!” she groans again.  “My heart!” she repeats again... faster, to each beat, as if coaxing it and begging for it to be torn from her.  I press my palm firmly into her chest, deep, my fingernails digging, intently listening to the booming rapid echoes of her heart in our ears as my palm crushes her.  “Take it!” she begs.  “Take it!”

Ashley lets out a painful scream as her chest cavity is penetrated.  She feels a release from her chest as I hold her [foam] heart in my palm, resting it on her chest and squeezing it in sync with the echoing thumps heard [from the stethoscope].  With a forceful yank, I pull it from her and hold her heart high for all to see.

I bring it to her face and let the thumping [foam] heart taunt her cheeks as I hold her prize.  “Gods, I offer you your prize.  Use me as your conduit.  Take the nourishment from this fertile lamb.”

Holding Ashley’s heart, I am slid down her body as her legs open before me.  My robe is doffed and falls to the floor.  Ashley’s deep breath provides me with my instructions.  “Finish me!” she demands.

“Yes, gods, I will comply.”  The brute force of my mystical physique ravaging the Princess, thrusting at the pace of her heartbeat as I hold her heart in my palm until she begs for mercy.

Happiness is my model friend sending me her HD photoshoot wearing only a ponytail, stethoscope and a smile.

As the cardio-fetish population (at least publicly) has to be in the tens of thousands, with hundreds of thousands of lurkers or bashful cardiophiles still in hiding, we watch as our deepest inner secret is shared “anonymously” ::cough:: “in public” to those of us who know how to find it, and yet we torture ourselves with a yearning that we don’t pursue.

The advantage this has over dating sites and traditional courtship is that we already know what our secrets and desires are, which are the ones we’d be too embarrassed to mention, the ones you’d never dare tell in public, nor to a date who “doesn’t get it” the same way you do.