#self stething

Neither my best cam focus nor my best body shape but i left this to you

It’d be so much easier for other normal people to understand me. Having sex would be normal and easier without fumbling with a stethoscope or headphones.

I also wouldn’t have to deal with how my heart horny brain perceives the world. Drinking coffee? Horny. Smoking? Horny. Exercising? Horny. Thrilled? Horny. I can hear my heart against my pillow? Horny!! Watching a movie when a heartbeat sound plays? Absolutely, completely and devastatingly horny!!!!

I can’t even say the word “heart” without thinking twice about it. Then, I’m thinking about hearts…!!

But… at the same time…

How amazing is it to be in a community with people who are not normal- like me? They understand the way I feel… And how my brain works… Why my heart beats faster when I start sharing…

How exciting is it to hear a heart? It feels like rapture… Complete and total ecstasy. How hot is it when that heart skips a beat…? It’s enough to push me over the edge… Nothing turns me on like the heart… I need it to experience sexual pleasure… and for my eventual climax…

I get turned on so easily… and I don’t know if that’s a bad thing.

Being normal would definitely be easier… But not as nearly as much fun. The heart adds a certain layer of intimacy and intensity that normal sex just can’t match.

Near 200 bpm at the beginning 🫀

Halloween is such a great cover for us cardiophiles. There's so much anatomical heart decor. We get to dress up as nurses/doctors and carry steths around (and steth/get stethed). I sculpted this heart a few years ago and it's a yearly Halloween decoration. No one knows it has a deeper meaning for me. 😈

Do you love Halloween for secret cardiophile reasons?

I enjoyed listening to my heartbeat when I took this.

I mean- I don’t understand it, either. I think I was just born this way.

But, when I’m alone with my own thoughts, it just makes sense. There’s so much to the heart that makes it meaningful to me. As a hopeless romantic, I long for the vulnerability and rawness of another heartbeat.

There’s something so tenacious, yet fragile about the heart. It never stops beating, but it’s safe inside of its cage. It beats harder and faster, but it’s still hidden away from anyone who could notice. Excitement, anxiety, anticipation, fear, arousal… It’s all hidden.

Letting someone feel your heartbeat is so intimate and personal. The heart is probably the most important part of the body, other than the brain. So, of course it would feel nerve wracking to let someone touch it, or listen to it.

What sets the heart apart from the brain is the tangibility of the heart. It can be seen, felt, and heard. To me, the action of listening to a heartbeat is the closest thing someone can get to mind reading. Every thought is translated by a heart that is fast, or slow. Soft, or hard.

Maybe our hearts want to hide for their own safety. They’re just so vulnerable.

Someone can lie, but their heart cannot. The heart can only react. Feeding off of that vulnerability and humiliation by listening to it… Teasing it…