“My heart… it’s beating so weird… it hurts…”
I say, sitting in front of you all sweaty. My chest moving up and down harshly as I’m trying to breath.
The steth filling your ears with my irregular heartbeat. The faint murmur growing on you as the sight of me so vulnerable is making your mind wonder on scenarios to exploit that overworked pump of mine for you satisfaction… anything on the table… only for you to decide…
It’s your turn to decide now…














