sunshineglow73

[sunshineglow73]

Tonight I like to close my eyes...

Count every beats that I feel inside my chest

My heart is calm tonight, but still I can feel every beats one by one...

If softly put a finger on my neck, can feel my neck pulse easily too...

Dear heart, beat healthy for me please

Thank you

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My heart beating fast then beating calm with so much skips and gallops . DRs call that Arrythmia.

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The Story: Truth and Dare

It was a quiet night. Inside a cozy wooden cabin by the forest, the fireplace crackled, casting playful shadows on the walls. A few bottles of wine and beer stood half-empty on the coffee table. Scattered across the couches, a handful of slightly drunk couple of girls and guys lounged with flushed cheeks and lazy grins.

Emma, a bubbly blonde with a mischievous laugh, was the first to speak up.

“Guys, how about we play Truth or Dare?”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Zoe, a little more shy, giggled and tugged at her sleeve.

“Sure… as long as you promise not to make me run outside naked.”

Everyone burst out laughing, and Emma placed an empty wine bottle in the center of the table.

It started to spin. Each time it slowed, hearts seemed to beat just a little faster.

Eventually, it was Nate’s turn — the tall guy with dark hair and deep green eyes, always carrying a hint of mystery.

The bottle spun again and came to a lazy stop, pointing at Aaron.

“Alright man, truth or dare?” Nate asked with a grin.

Aaron, already a bit more drunk than the rest, rubbed his chin.

“Hmm… let’s go with truth.”

Nate leaned forward slightly.

“What gets your heart racing the most?”

Aaron thought for a second, then gave a crooked smile.

“Probably… I dunno, cliff jumping into the lake. Or kissing a girl for the first time.”

Everyone laughed.

Emma gave his shoulder a playful shove.

“Such a typical Aaron answer.”

They kept playing. The bottle spun again and soon pointed back at Nate.

Emma smirked.

“Truth or dare, mister mysterious?”

Nate hesitated.

“…Truth."

Emma leaned in, eyes bright from the wine.

“What’s your biggest secret turn-on?”

Silence fell. Nate looked down, then murmured, almost embarrassed,

“Listening to people’s hearts. Feeling them beat. Especially when they start racing.”

Zoe’s eyes widened, then she let out a soft giggle.

“Wait, seriously? That’s kinda… sweet, but kinda weird too?”

Nate ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, I guess I’m a bit of a cardiophile. There’s something beautiful about heartbeats. It’s like listening to someone’s soul.”

No one knew what to say for a moment. But Aaron, half-drunk and always game, shrugged.

“You know what? Dare. Check mine. Let’s see what’s so magical about it.”

Nate blinked, then smiled. He scooted closer, placing his hand carefully on Aaron’s chest, right over his heart.

Aaron let out a half-embarrassed laugh.

“Dude… this is kinda weird.”

But Nate closed his eyes, then he leaning in, and put his left ear on his chest.

“It’s strong. Steady. Like a drum. Confident.”

Aaron seemed to relax.

“Kinda intimate, huh?”

Nate smiled softly.

“It really is.”

Emma, cheeks pink from the wine, raised her hand.

“My turn! Try mine.”

Nate paused. Then he reached out, and Emma took his hand, pressing it over her heart.

“Feel it.”

Aaron looked at her eyes and smiled

"Your heart is so strong, I wanna hear that...if its Ok for you"

She smiled

"Come on... listen to mine"

Nate lowered his ear to her chest. The quick heartbeat under his ear excited him.

“It’s fast… excited. You’re nervous.”

Emma laughed breathlessly.

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s just the wine.”

Then Zoe’s soft voice broke in.

“Would you like .... to listen to my heart too?”

Nate looked at her. She was standing next to them. He closed his eyes, ear resting near her heartbeat.

“Yours is softer. A little fast. Also I hear some skips too”

Zoe smiled, blushing.

“Maybe Im nervous.”

From across the room, Aaron raised his eyebrows.

“Damn, you know what? I wanna try. Let me listen too.”

Emma’s eyes widened.

“You? Really?”

Aaron laughed, a little bashful.

“Yeah, I’m curious now.”

He came front of Emma, then hold her hand and politly said

"May I Madam ..."

She laughed and nodded

He leaned forward, pressing his ear to Emma’s chest. After a second he laughed under his breath.

“Holy shit. It’s really pounding.”

Emma smacked his shoulder lightly.

“Stop making fun of my heart!”

“I’m not! It’s… kinda beautiful. Nate’s right.”

That night, a simple game of Truth or Dare turned into something deeper. The alcohol had knocked down walls of shyness. Every hand placed on a chest, every ear pressed against a racing heart, became a new way of getting close.

When Nate listened, his eyes shone with wonder. Aaron, who’d started out joking, now closed his eyes to savor the gentle thuds. Emma threaded her fingers into Aaron’s hair as he listened.

Zoe whispered to Nate, voice low and hopeful.

“If hearts could talk, what would mine say to you?”

Nate placed her hand to his chest. His heart was pounding so heart too

“It says… be careful. I might just fall for you... or maybe already it does”

Zoe blushed. She could feel Nate's heart racing for her too, and that made her happy. They hugged each other, their hearts beating strongly side by side.

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Heart sounds added to an old exam video. Enjoy 🩺😊❤️

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The story :The Dr

I grow up with a heart disaese. After moving to another city, I needed to visit Dr every years. My dad found a good name Cardiologist and told me just visit him.

The first time I went to his clinic, he seemed like an ordinary doctor, with a sharp gaze and a gentle smile.

After talking about me, He placed the stethoscope on my chest. Suddenly I saw something strange in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and listened carefully for several long seconds.

He pulled his head back, eyes still closed as if he was absorbing my heartbeat deep inside.

A soft, confident smile appeared:

– “Everything looks fine for now. But you should come regularly, just to be sure. I give you time for next month”

I confused... " next month? Why? My heart got worse??"

He smiled "No... we just want to be sure your heart wont be worse in future"

But behind that smile, there was something strange.

The moment the stethoscope touched my heart, his entire being wanted to feel the beat more deeply, to hold onto it longer ... no one didnt examine my heart like hime ...

Yet he controlled himself, maintaining that professional smile so I wouldn’t be alarmed.

In the following sessions, his behavior slowly felt unusual.

Every time he placed the stethoscope on my chest, his free hand would involuntarily want to linger, to touch more.

Sometimes his hand stayed on my chest, as if he was trying to feel my heartbeat beneath his fingers.

But he always held himself back;

his gaze was deep and complicated, filled with something he never wanted to reveal.

Once, during a Echocardiogram, my heartbeat echoed in the room so long , and I worriedly asked:

– “Doctor, is everything... really okay?”

He opened his eyes, his look dark and stormy.

Then he took a deep breath and gave a cold smile:

– “Yes, I just wanted to check more... your heart need to check better”

I was sure he hide something from me...but what was that? My sickness?? Why shouldnt tell me about that...

Every night when I got home, I thought about his behavior

his slightly quickened breaths, hands that sometimes trembled, eyelids that grew heavy when placing the stethoscope on my chest.

He never spoke of it, but I felt there was a struggle behind that calm exterior, a battle he didn’t want to share with me.

Until one day, when the clinic was empty, he said:

– “please lie down on table exam I need more time to examine you.”

I was confused so I just did what he told...

I had only unbuttoned my shirt slightly, just enough for the stethoscope.

But when he looked at my chest, his eyes lingered a moment too long.

Then, almost without asking, his hand moved — gentle, deliberate — and he pushed the fabric aside until my chest was fully exposed.

For a heartbeat, he just stared, his breath catching ever so faintly.

I could almost see the war inside him: part of him struggling to stay the composed, professional doctor, part of him captivated by the soft rise and fall of my bare chest, the pulse dancing beneath my skin.

Then he swallowed, as if steadying himself, and pressed the stethoscope directly to my heart.

His hand splayed over my side, fingers unconsciously gripping me, as though he needed that contact to anchor himself — or to feel even closer to the life beneath his touch.

My heart began to race under his palm, and something like guilt flickered in his eyes.

Yet he didn’t stop.

He closed his eyes, listening, breathing slowly, and for a moment it was like there was no world beyond the fragile thud of my heart between us.

Finally, he opened his eyes, gathering all his strength, as if ripping something raw out of himself to say:

“You’re the first patient who’s ever ensnared my heart like this.

I know it must be hard to hear… you probably can’t understand.

But I need your heartbeat.

Whenever you come to my office — and then leave again — that entire day, I feel okay.

There’s a peace inside your heart, even with your cardiac condition, that I’ve never found in any of my other patients.

I… I want to hold your heart in my hands.

To feel it. To kiss it. To soothe it.

Your heart is the greatest gift God has ever given me.

Please… don’t push me away.

Come to my office every week — let me keep examining you, make sure you’re safe…

and you… you’ll give my soul its only calm."

At first, I just stared at him.

My heart was pounding — not from the illness, but from something closer to fear… or maybe a wild, confused excitement.

I couldn’t tell.

Looking at his lips, that burning gaze, the way his hands trembled slightly…

It gave me the strangest feeling.

Part of me wanted to run, but I couldn’t pull my eyes from his.

“You… do you realize how terrifying that sounds?

You’re my doctor. And now you’re saying things like this…

I truly don’t know how to respond.”

My breath came out uneven.

My hand rose on its own, covering my chest, as if trying to shield my heart from him.

He stepped back, putting distance between us.

His hands came up in a frantic gesture, like he wanted to erase the words that had just spilled out.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he stammered, voice cracking under the weight of nerves.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you. Please don’t misunderstand… it’s not your fault.”

He ran a shaky hand through his hair, eyes darting away from mine.

Then, with a strained, almost guilty look, he rushed on:

“It’s just… things have been hard for me, lately. Life outside this office is…

complicated. Frustrating. Sometimes unbearably heavy.

And when you come here, your heart — even as fragile as it is — somehow it calms me.

It’s like for those few moments, when I’m listening to your heartbeat, everything terrible in my life fades.

I find peace again.”

His chest rose and fell with a rough breath.

He tried to smile, but it faltered, trembling at the corners.

“I know how wrong that must sound. I know it’s unfair.

I just… I needed you to understand why I’ve been like this.

It’s not you — it’s my own nerves. My own… weakness.”

He came close and hold my hand and put it on his heart. I confused... his heart was faster than me.. he was really nervous ...

But when I saw that pleading look in his eyes — those eyes heavy with a silent, desperate need —

all the flickers of anger, of betrayal I thought I should feel, slowly dissolved.

Something inside me softened.

It was as if my own heart felt sorry for him…

And here he was — loving this heartbeat even more than I ever could...

I got up from the exam table and buttoned up my clothes.

In silence, without answering him, I was leaving the office.

But then he called out, his voice breaking:

“So… you’re not coming for your check-up next week?”

I didn’t answer.

With a voice that was clearly fragile, he said:

“Take care of your heart. Take your meds on time.

I hope you get better.”

His head hung low as he walked toward his desk to pack up his things and close the office, preparing to go home.

Then I turned back and said, softly:

“I’ll come next week too. Goodbye.”

Before I left, I caught a spark of joy in his eyes.

My heart began to beat with a new feeling —

and I was certain his heart was pounding fast and strong inside his chest too.

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9. Do you like to feel your heart beat?

Hmmmm ... Im not sure ...

Yes and No ...I prefer someone else feel my beats and I feel my beats under his hand

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The Story: top secret

It was a quiet night. Moonlight spilled through the window and across the bed, where you lay resting, tired from the busy day.

He sat down beside you, his gaze soft and warm, yet there was something deeper in his eyes, something you’d always found just a bit mysterious.

Without saying a word, he placed his hand on your shoulder, then slowly slid it down to your chest. His touch was warm even through your clothes. You blinked and gave a little smile.

– “What are you doing?” you asked, almost with a laugh.

He locked eyes with you, a smile curving his lips, gentle yet carrying that hidden spark.

– “Nothing… I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Then he placed his hand directly over your heart, as if he wanted to share each beat with you. For a moment, it was almost hard to breathe. He closed his eyes, as though he was devoting his whole being to feeling your heartbeat.

Softly he murmured,

– “Can you feel your beats? Your heart sounds so beautiful…”

A strange, pleasant shiver ran through your body. Then he opened his eyes again, his voice dropping lower, deeper.

– “Can I do something? Just a small thing… I want to be sure your heart’s truly healthy.”

You hesitated a little, curiosity mixing with a slight nervous flutter. Then you nodded.

He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a simple stethoscope. You laughed lightly.

– “Really? Playing doctor now?”

He smiled, but there was a bright, almost hungry glint in his eyes. He pressed the stethoscope to your chest, right over your heart. He leaned in closer, listening intently.

His breathing grew slow and steady. Each time your heart beat, it was like a tiny star lighting up in his eyes.

His voice dropped to a soft, almost reverent whisper.

– “This sound… you have no idea how special it is to me. Each beat is like a secret love letter.”

Your cheeks grew warm. His hand still rested gently on your chest. Then he set the stethoscope aside, placed his palm directly over your heart again, and gave the slightest pressure — as if he wanted to confirm that wonderful rhythm was still there.

Then, without any warning, he lowered his head and placed a tender kiss right over your heart.

Your heart jumped beneath his lips. He kept the kiss there a little longer, then lifted his head to press his forehead against yours. You could feel his warm, slightly uneven breaths brush across your skin.

– “I love this little muscle inside your chest so much...” he whispered.

He took your hand and squeezed it tightly. He had never told you how much hearing and feeling your heart meant to him — more than any kiss or touch. But maybe now, in the soft silence between you, you began to understand.

His arms slid around you, pulling you close until your body melted against his.

His warmth wrapped around you like the softest blanket. Your heart was still racing, and he knew it. He pulled back slightly, his lips curving into a sly, gentle smile.

– “I feel Your heart pounding so cute ... I want to hear that better”

Slowly, he urged you to lie back fully on the bed. Then he lay down top of you, his head resting softly on your chest.

He took a deep breath, almost like he was stepping into a world where only he and your heartbeat existed. With his ear pressed to your chest, each of your heartbeats seemed to whisper something sweet just for him. Also your strong heart bouncing his head.

His eyes closed. One of his hands settled on your side, fingertips occasionally trailing lightly across your ribs.

You could feel your heartbeat flutter beneath his cheek. He let out a soft laugh.

– “It’s faster again… do you know how beautiful it is when it speeds up like that?”

You just smile and shifted a little so you could hold him better, your fingers slipping into his hair, stroking gently. He let out a deeper breath, almost like he was inhaling your very scent.

Then his hand drifted up from your waist to your neck pulse, then back down to your heart, where he pressed his palm again, savoring each thump.

– “I can promise you… I’ll never get tired of this sound. Never. And I never let this amazing sound getting off soon"

-" You never told me you were in loved with my heart this much. My heart is for you, she just beating because of you so you can listen and feel her anytime"

Again kissed your heart and rubed your chest.

There, with his head still resting over your heart, his arms wrapped around you, you both slowly drifted into a soft, sweet sleep.

Even in dreams, it seemed your heart kept beating for him… and he kept listening.

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5. Ear stething or stethoscope?

Prefer stethoscope for my heart and ear stething for my partner 😁

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Tonight I feel skips, and arrythmia in my heart.

My heart beating slow, but I can feel every beats and every skips... its slow then for a second fast then beats slow again ...

Skips are so hard and I feel strange inside my chest ...

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+18

"Hot night with my love"

Night has fallen, and I miss your embrace.

Once again tonight, I need you.

I want the heat of your body.

At first, when this incident happened, I was shy to listen to your heart.

But now that your heartbeat is the only way I can still connect with you, I feel comfortable.

I put on the cosplay outfit you always loved.

I step into the room and turn off the lights.

Only a soft red light by the bed remains.

I quietly come closer and stand where your eyes can see me.

The corner of your lips lifts into the faintest smile.

I smile back and sit down by your side.

I take the stethoscope from around my neck and place it on your chest.

Your heartbeat is calm.

As I listen to it, I teasingly sit on your stomach and rest my hands on your chest.

Your heart starts to beat harder under my palms.

I know you’re happy about this.

I start by unbuttoning your shirt.

Your chest, once muscular but now thin, is still there, still smelling like you, like those days your breath burned hot on my neck.

I place the stethoscope on your chest again.

When the cold metal touches your skin, your heart speeds up a little.

Thump thump… thump thump… thump thump.

It feels like your hands lock around my waist again.

But I’m mistaken ... those hands still lie motionless by your sides.

You’ve left everything to your lustful heart, which is loving me on your behalf.

I place one hand on your ribcage, right above the stethoscope.

It trembles beneath my palm.

Between my thighs, something grows. I slowly grind against you.

I lean forward, our chests pressed together, and softly rub myself on you.

Your heart is excited. So is mine.

I slide the stethoscope lower, to your stomach.

For a moment, my eyes drift to the place where you no longer feel anything…

A sadness catches in my throat.

But when I bring the stethoscope back up, your heart answers with a strong beat,

as if saying, “I might not feel you there, but I still love you with all that I am.”

I slip my other hand between my thighs.

At first, I just play with the fabric.

But as your heartbeat quickens, I grow more desperate too.

My fingers turn slick, hot, wet ...it’s time…

I slip one hand behind your head, your hair tangled in my fingers. Its like you're pressing my head closer to you.

Slowly rock my body back and forth on your bare chest. My breasts drag over your skin and my nipples hard

I let out a soft moan and again rock myself on you.

Your heart pounds wildly.

Mine is just as crazy.

You can’t lick my body anymore,

can’t bite, can’t squeeze…

but your heart is speaking to me instead.

I close my eyes and move against you harder,

until both our bodies are burning hot.

I pant.

Your breathing quickens too.

Your body is slick with sweat.

As I lean close, I place the stethoscope on your neck.

Your pulse is racing there, as if you’re moaning.

I kiss that spot.

You let out a silent sigh, but your heartbeat screams.

And I…

with every wild beat of your heart, I grind harder,

until finally, out of pure desire and love,

I unbutton your pants and pull your underwear down.

Suddenly your hard dick springs up from beneath them, rising out.

I run my hand over it, slowly at first, then a bit faster.

I step off the bed and slip off my own penties

It’s time…

I lower myself onto that hardness.

At first, a soft moan escapes me, and then I start riding it gently.

Slow at first, then picking up speed.

My breasts bounce up and down.

Both our breaths grow heavy.

Both our hearts are pounding wildly with love.

Sweat gathers on your chest.

I moan… louder…

And with a deep breath, it all spills over.

Naked, I lie down next to you.

I place the stethoscope in your ear and rest it on my own heart, so you can listen to my love-struck heartbeat.

At the same time, I place my hand on your chest.

And together, after a night full of love, we drift off to sleep...

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That feeling when…

you’re at the doctor’s office.

You have to unbutton your shirt, exposing your chest. Then you lie back on the exam table.

A tall doctor, probably in his 40s, with gray-streaked hair, slowly gets up from behind his desk. With a completely serious face, no smile, and those gentlemanly movements, he walks over — the stethoscope hanging around his neck.

He takes it off, puts the earpieces in.

Your heart starts racing from this subtle intensity, but it’s too late to hide it. Because he’s looking right at your chest, and can already see your heartbeat pulsing there.

He places the diaphragm first over your aortic area. The cold metal on your skin sends an electric jolt through your entire body. In his deep, calm voice he says:

“Take a deep breath… and hold it.”

You do it.

Your heart is still pounding, visibly moving your chest.

He moves the stethoscope to your pulmonary area.

Again: a deep breath, hold.

Then he pauses over the tricuspid.

Your heart is pounding so hard it’s lifting the diaphragm and even his hand with each beat.

10 seconds… 20 seconds… 30… 40…

Finally he moves to your mitral area.

10 seconds… 20… 30…

Suddenly, he places his left hand over your tricuspid. The warmth of his palm makes your heartbeat spike even more.

“Your heart rate is very high. I need to perform a more thorough exam…”

Your heart pushes against his hand, moving it with each thump.

His hand still resting there, he looks into your eyes and says:

Your breathing grows heavier.

You can’t bring yourself to explain why. So you just stay silent, close your eyes…

hoping maybe your heart will finally slow down.

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Send me a number: Cardiophile edition.

1. Favorite type of heartbeat 2. Do you have a heart condition 3. Favorite spot to listen on yourself 4. Favorite spot to listen on someone else 5. Ear stething or stethoscope 6. Have you ever been to a cardiologist 7. What kind of heart exams have you had 8. Ever been stethed by someone 9. Do you like to feel your heart beat 10. Ever feel someone else’s heart 11. Favorite pulse point 12. How many people have you told 13. How many stethopes do you own 14. Do you wish you could have a certain kind of heart exam 15. What color is your steth 16. Favorite procedure to watch 17. Does your cardiophilia have a dark side?

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That feeling when…

after a hard, challenging day, you finally lie down alone in your room, in the silence of the night — and then your heart starts.

It’s like it wants to talk to you, telling you, “I worked a lot today too, and I’m tired.”

You feel it beating strongly inside your chest, each beat so powerful that you sense them without even needing to place your hand over it.

And sometimes, in those heavy beats, it skips — pauses for a moment — then starts again. Skips again, then continues.

That heart is a part of you. It doesn’t need a stethoscope to be heard; you can completely feel it. Because it’s yours. It’s trying its best to give you its best performance.

So place your hand over your heart…

and tell it "I LOVE YOU"