thedrdefib - Tumblr blog

thedrdefib · 4 months ago

Text

Six Milliseconds - A multiverse study in the Butterfly Effect

Hello Multiverse Travelers and first let me thank you for purchasing a package from Multiverse Studies LLC, where we handle all of the minutia and detail work of multiverse travel and study so you can focus on learning. I see here that today you all are here for an interesting virtual study on the so called "Butterfly Effect", also known as "Chaos Theory". If anyone isn't familiar, you'll definitely understand by the end of today's study but as a refresher, this is the idea that on the scale of the universe, incredibly small changes to one action can have huge consequences later on. The most famous example is one which posits that a butterfly flapping it's wings in Australia can lead to a complex chain of escalating events that causes a hurricane in Florida. Today, with travel to parallel universes now possible, we can and have confirmed the validity of this theory by studying divergent universes and the minute details that separate them from wildly different outcomes.

Today, we've arranged to view a particularly poignant example I like to call "Six Milliseconds". We'll be studying a man named Mike's life as an EMT over a short period in two overlapping universes, Universes 154923142-Hex-A and 154923142-Hex-F, and examining the consequences of a single change so small one could think it negligible. We'll be using our patent pending "Personal Perspective Multiverse Goggles". Your PPMG will allow you to experience these universes from the perspective of an individual, in this case Mike, as if you were him, all from the comfort of our classroom. First we will watch a lead up portion from before these two universes timelines diverged, what we call the common timeline, wherein both universes were exactly the same before splitting into two parallels. All events happen exactly the same in both, with a single exception which I will point out because it is so incredibly small, six milliseconds to be exact, you wouldn't be able to tell it if you watched both side by side. From there we will follow one timeline to it's completion to see how things turn out for Mike.

After, we'll jump back to the point of divergence and watch the other timeline and see how this miniscule change affects the outcomes in massive ways. Oh and one more note before we start. As you have all paid for the "Learning is Sexy!" erotic learning upgrade, Multiverse Studies LLC has been sure to choose a lesson plan of suitable type. As a reminder, Multiverse Studies LLC assumes no liability for any medical outcomes related to your fitness for sexual experiences. In other words, and some of you may appreciate the irony later, if you have a weak heart, now is the time to get off the ride... So, if no one needs to leave after that warning, then if you will all put on your PPMG, we'll get started.

---Common Timeline---

On a cold winter night, EMT Mike Ryan pulled his rig up at a quiet suburban home in response to an emergency call. Dispatch had relayed very little, just a female caller named Jane who had complained of shortness of breath and dizziness who went silent mid-call. He checked the door, it was unlocked. He entered and dashed up the stairs to the only room with a light on, what turned out to be the second floor bedroom. As he entered the room, he was momentarily halted by what he saw; a gorgeous young woman, somewhere in her twenties, lying unconscious on her bed. Beneath the top sheet, her chest moved in a stilted jerky motion as she gasped for air, making odd noises with each attempt that his experience immediately recognized as agonal breathing. The only other thing he could see from his vantage place in the doorway was one size 8 foot with soft smooth soles and deep purple varnish on the nails sticking out from beneath one end of the sheets, swaying gently with each agonal gasp.

As he regained his composure, he approached the bed and got a better look at the young woman. He could tell by the way the sheets clung to her body the woman was of a middling height (5'8"), had an athletic build with a moderate weight, making her look firm and toned overall, yet curvy and soft in all the right places. The silk sheets draped her figure in a way that left little to the imagination and hinted strongly at her being unclothed beneath. The image left him short of breath. Her long straight brown hair was splayed up over the pillow where she fell unconscious and he could tell it was of a length that cascaded down to the middle of her back in a lustrous wave when she was upright. Moving up toward the head of the bed, he cast a glance at her face. Her bright emerald green eyes, framed by thick lashes, stared half open and unfocused, staring off into the distance. Even in this state, the deep piercing beauty of those eyes sent shivers up Mike's spine.

Swiftly, Mike got to work and removed the sheet, revealing her to indeed be fully nude underneath. Her body lay splayed out in what he assumed was how she fell as she went to get up and suffered this episode, as the position wasn't normal for someone resting in bed. She was twisted to one side at the torso and spread eagle below the waist. Her perky C cup breasts, with their small light pink nipples nestled in the center of large soft smooth areolas, hung leftward with the unnatural curve of her spine. The sight of them sent a jolt through his body as they twitched and bounced ever so slightly with each agonal gasp and involuntarily muscle spasm. Continuing down her smooth soft stomach and past her belly button, a neatly groomed patch of hair that lie above her mound drew Mike's eyes further down to the rest of her perfectly shaven vulva and enticing folds.

Mike had to put effort into taking his gaze off her, as he had no doubts in his mind that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He turned back to his pack, opened it, and got out a pack of electrodes. Preparing to hook the woman up to his 3-lead EKG, Mike once more found himself distracted by how her breasts bounced slightly each time she twitched. The movement was hypnotic, like a silent dance that beckoned him come closer. It was only now as he shook off his distraction at her twitching that he took note of the twitching in his own pants, his penis beginning to grow hard. Shaking off the distraction, he attached the electrodes, one just below each clavicle and one left center below the breast. As he connected the wires to her chest, her heart rhythm began to scroll by on the EKG monitor: v-fib.

As Mike lifted her off the bed and onto the floor so he could start resuscitation, the woman's movements stopped entirely. She lay there totally still, her body now completely surrendered to his care. He set her down, grabbed the defibrillator paddles, applied a generous amount of gel, and charged the unit. As he waited for it to charge, he started a round of CPR. With each compression, her voluptuous breasts rocked inward and outward in rhythm with his thrusts. A tone behind him caused him to stop and grab the paddles. Positioning them, one above her right breast and one on the side of her ribs adjacent to her left one, Mike activated the defibrillator. A "ka-thunk" echoed through the room as an invisible force passed through her body, her back arching slightly, raising her off the floor for a brief moment before crashing back down. Mike knew he should probably be ashamed by how much he enjoyed that motion, especially on a pretty woman. As she stilled, there where the paddles had been were two large pools of gel left behind, glistening against her pale ivory skin like two lakes nestled beneath mountainous peaks.

The woman's heartbeat remained absent, the monitor still showing v-fib. He administered an ampule of epi and began his CPR routine, pressing hard on her chest to push life saving oxygenated blood and epi to her quivering heart. With each compression, he took more notice of the sway of her breasts as they jiggled gently with his rhythm, a sight that fueled his resuscitation and engorged his manhood. For the second round of defibrillation, Mike upped the charge to 200J, pressed the paddles to her chest once more and pressed the button. He found himself watching with a mix of fascination and trepidation for every response in her body. This time he noted the gentle waves rippling through her belly when she landed and how her feet curled slightly inward as her body was pushed upward from the shock. As the ripples in her belly stopped, he glanced at the monitor… no change.

Mike continued resuscitation, alternating between CPR and increasing charges of defibrillation—300J the third time around. As with the other shocks, this one sent ripples through her body, causing her breasts to bounce each way violently as if they were fighting in protest and her legs to kick outward as if trying to defend herself from the onslaught he was putting her young body through. With each cycle, Mike found himself more entranced by the movements his actions elicited from her body, arousal building within him, his cock now hard as a rock, pressing insistently on the front of his pants, throbbing ever so slightly.

Finally, after almost 30 minutes, Mike was on the fourth defibrillation, he set the 360J charge, pressed the paddles on her chest and pushed the button. The woman's body jumped up and came back down once more. The line on the EKG shot up, fell back down, and returned to baseline before displaying a sinus rhythm just as the last ripples of motion left her body. She gasped slightly and then her chest rose and fell rhythmically with labored but steady breaths as she began to breath properly again. Mike's hand moved instinctually to confirm a pulse and pressed two fingers against her inner thigh, pressing deep into her thigh (standard procedure) and his pinky ever so slightly against the lips of her vagina (not so standard). Suddenly, as he was distractedly enjoying the warm afterglow of success feeling her pulse slide under his fingers, her eyes fluttered open. She looked around the room in confusion, her gaze going first to the electrodes on her chest, then to his hand in her crotch and then up to him just enough to catch a glimpse of the bulge in his own crotch. Finally, her eyes met his and Mike blushed slightly, tripping over his tongue as he tried to explain to her what was going on.

"I remember," she cut in at a whisper, her voice hoarse and weak, but growing stronger with each word. "calling 911… my heart stopped and you saved my life huh?"

Mike caught his composure and explained better what had happened as he continued checking her femoral pulse long after the need for his hands to be in her groin had ended. She didn't seem to mind though. In fact, after a moment, she bit her lip, a coy smile forming. "I have to ask," she began slowly, then nodded to the bulge in his pants. "Do all EMT's keep their 'defibrillator' charged like that after a rescue is over?". The question was asked with such a sultry and sinful tone that Mike nearly choked, jerking his hand back from her thigh without realizing it.

As the initial shock of the question died off though, a thrill shot through Mike's body as he comprehended the unexpected invitation and he decided to play along and see where this went. "Of course," he stammered as his mind reached for the next part of the euphamism, "Never know when a beautiful young woman will need resuscitated, gotta be ready!". This answer clearly pleased her. She smiled wryly and then teased him, "I think I'm feeling another episode coming on, I might need another shock… maybe you better get it out…". She placed a hand to her left breast as she said this, feigning a pained grip but instead squeezing her breast playfully. Mike had only in his wildest dreams and cheesiest pornos imagined something like this. He did as he was told and dropped his pants, pulling them down slowly so that his underwear caught his primed "defibrillator" and pulled it down with them, releasing it to bounce wildly as they finally moved past. She chuckled sweetly and then reached out to flick it with one finger, watching intently as it bounced again.

He decided it was time to move in before either of them lost their nerve and picked her up, putting her back on the bed, EKG still attached beeping along merrily. Here, kneeling just over her chest, he could see her bright green eyes dilate as she looked him over once more. He decided to keep running with the double entendre. "Gotta be sure to use it safely, needs gel for safe conduction" he said as he reached his hand out towards her magnificent chest, ran his hand through some excess gel from her left side, swiping his hand first up her ribs and then across her breast so that the tip of each finger just barely flicked her nipple. Then Mike reached down with his hand and ran it up and down the length of his throbbing manhood. She stuck her tongue out at him playfully then opened her mouth in a feigned gasp and rolled back her eyes. He could see in her EKG how much she was into this roleplay, the excitement she felt reflected on the monitor—her heart rate increasing steadily.

Mike started by kneeling so that one of his legs was between hers, then pressing the bottom of his thigh gently but firmly into her groin as his gel covered hand started gently playing with her left nipple. He brought his head down towards hers and started kissing down her neck and onto her other breast before running his tongue in gentle circles around her areolas, careful not to touch the nipple, teasing closer each time. The woman moaned softly in response, arching her back and pressing against his touch.

She then returned the favor by reaching up with both hands and rolling his nipples firmly in between her fingers. He realized in that moment he hadn't ever been the recipient of nipple play from a woman before before and found himself surprised at how much he liked it. His 'defibrillator charged' in response, rising in that way only a man understands, as if trying to strain against it's captor. "This woman is unbelievable, she couldn't get any hotter..." he thought to himself, right before she reached up suddenly, grabbed his waist and indicated he should move into position on his back—she climbed on top of him, making it clear she was taking control as she slid down over him.

As he felt her warm, wetness grip his cock, she leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his chest and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to ride you to the beat of this heart you worked so hard to start…" and began to rock back and forth in his lap. And sure enough, as they went this way for the next several minutes, Mike noted that her EKG spiked and beeped with each movement of her supple hips. And oh my god was that hot… he nearly came right then and there, more than once. Each time he barely managed to bite back the orgasm that nearly took him.

But he knew he couldn't keep pushing it down forever and eventually, after letting her cardio fueled bronco ride go on for as long as his willpower could hold back, it became necessary for Mike to change positions to avoid cumming. As Mike grabbed her legs and flipped her over onto her back, he wished he could've let her ride him like that for hours. Here, with her now on her back, Mike's body hovering above hers, he lifted her legs up and once more entered her, determined to make her yearn for him to ride her as much as he did for her.

[Guides Note: Here we have the proverbial "flap of the butterfly's wings". It is here that the divergence was created and I bet you missed it. Don't worry, if we were watching a film, the key moment would've taken up only two frames it was so fast. So what was it? In universe 154923142-Hex-A, the change of positions we just watched takes Mike just six milliseconds less time than in 154923142-Hex-F. Yes, I kid you not, they got back to screwing six thousandths of a second later. Unfortunately, these six milliseconds will have drastic consequences for both of them. But I'm getting ahead of our lesson plan, it takes a few more minutes for this action to result in our divergence, so we'll continue on the shared track for now, events still happening exactly the same (minus the 6ms difference) for now to learn. I'll let you know when the first timeline resolves, and if you pay close attention to it you may be able to guess why those handful of milliseconds become so critical in the second timeline.]

From this angle, he watched her body rock with his thrusts and realized he was totally dumb-struck in this moment- taken by the sort of awe someone who has seen an angel come down from on high is grasped by; Her body, nude but for the 3 large white electrodes, their leads, and a glistening layer of sweat and defibrillator gel covering her whole chest from their play, was rapturous to gaze upon… He was certain this was a dream he would wake from any moment... the single most beautiful woman he'd ever seen lay before him, giving him every lurid sexual dream he'd ever dared to dream of and what's more, things he hadn't even known he'd wanted. She smiled up at him in her own miasma of pleasure, and, noticing his gaze, furrowed her brough inquisitively, to which he simply said, "You are incredible". An impish laugh and two words, "I know", was her only reply. That and to start rocking... hard. The sway of her breasts, the soft moaning of her pleasure, even the way she flexed the soles of her feet in and out as they rocked together was nirvana to Mike. Over the next few minutes, the heat between them built from the comfortable warmth of a glowing fire to the incinerating heat of the sun, building until they both could hold out no longer lest the fire consume them.

[Guides Note: And here we have come to the point where-in our initiating event brings about full divergence from the common ancestor timeline. What follows is two different universes spawned out of that six millisecond difference we witnessed earlier, with wildly different outcomes, every last bit of them resulting entirely from that simple six millisecond delay in changing positions. Let's see how it turns out in Hex-A's timeline. And see if you can guess how those butterfly's wings of 6ms delay will turn into a hurricane in Hex-F.]

--- Universe 154923142-Hex-A Timeline ---

She cried out first, as waves of pleasure rocketed through her body, making her EKG spike to its highest point yet, her rate spiking upwards of 180, her heart pounding in jubilation. He felt the orgasm hit her before he heard it though. Her back arched, pressing her breasts towards him, her nipples once more beckoning, glistening with a thin layer of gel. His mouth reaching out automatically to clamp down and suck on one of her nipples vigorously. Her vaginal muscles clamped around his manhood in response, like a warm, wet vice. Her feet, dangling in the air near his head curled inward, the soles of her dainty feet wrinkling with pleasure as her thighs twitched and spasmed in waves of ecstacy.

Mere seconds later, Mike could no longer hold on, and, feeling an overwhelming sense of triumph, he released the deluge of hot sperm he had been holding back since the minute he laid eyes on this woman, groaning primitively as his 'defibrillator discharged'… he was struck with strong involuntary spasms as he emptied himself inside her, his own eyes rolling back into his head as he touched divinity. He imagined from her perspective it might not look too wildly different from a defibrillation, which somehow made it even hotter.

This orgasm went on for far longer than he'd ever had one go before, and, though in reality it was but a couple minutes, to him it seemed an eternity… he ejaculated so long and so hard he thought he might need resuscitation if it didn't stop soon. They both spasmed and shook together, the electricity of their love-making shaking them each to their core, racing between them, pulling them closer like two charged ions. Their bodies shuddered together one last time as it finally drew to an end, hearts racing in unison as they collapsed into each other, her slick wet breasts pressed into his sweat covered chest, rocking as each of the lovers fought to catch their breath. They lie there for minutes, him still buried inside her, neither the energy nor the desire to remove himself from her warm embrace.

As they lay there panting, Mike couldn't help but smile like an idiot. He hadn't just saved a life today, he realized in that instant, as their eyes locked and a feeling of comfort and safety he'd never felt in his whole life washed over him, that he had found his soul mate. And to his unimaginable joy, he heard her whisper to him, "I'm going to need you to do that to me regularly from now on".

[Guides Note: In the spirit of keeping our trip to a reasonable length, while we think what you have seen already would be enough to illustrate the concepts we are discussing, we want to inform you of the major outcomes in this timeline so that you can appreciate the full gravity of changes in the next. Mike and Jane were indeed soulmates. They got Jane to the hospital after their little bedroom tryst was cleaned up, whereupon it was determined that she had suffered a cardiac arrest from an R-on-T event caused by a conduction issue. This issue could cause fatal arrhythmias almost randomly, needing only for a stressor at just the wrong time or even simple bad luck. The bad conduction pathway was ablated, blocking the bad pathway and curing her cardiac issues in surgery later that day. The two of them rapidly found one another after her release form the hospital, dated, married, and had children. They went on to live happy, fulfilled lives together into very old age. Truly, theirs was one of those storybook type of romances, save for all the hot kinky cardiophile sex, of which there was a lot. So now, let's see what sort of hurricane that flap of the butterfly wings wrought in Hex-F next shall we? If you are paying attention, you may already see the clouds brewing.]

--- Universe 154923142-Hex-F Timeline ---

She cried out first, as the waves of pleasure coursed through the young woman, her eyes rolling back in her head. Mike saw this, thinking it a sign of her intense orgasm, as he closed his eyes to embrace his own. It was in fact, unfortunately, a sign that her heart had begun to falter once more instead. Unbeknownst to Mike, as she reached the peak of her climax, her heart had tripped over another R-on-T misfiring, breaking from its recently restored sinus rhythm and falling again into V-tac. She did not at first notice the changes in her heart as she had so immediately back when her first arrest had started, so deep was she in her own orgasm at this point. But partway through their shared ecstacy, her heart weakened from the ineffective rhythm and moved into pulseless V-tac and ending critical bloodflow to itself.

Her hand shot up to clutch at her left breast instinctively as the pain of the suddenly dying heart tissue gripped her once more. Terror settled over her as she realized what was happening, and she let out a series of stilted gasps and cries as the waves of pain rolled through her. She tried to take refuge from the pain in the fact that she knew, despite only knowing him for a few dozen minutes, that any second her heroic rescuer would take notice and save her once more. But Mike did not respond, so caught up in his own orgasm he was, that he mistook them for cries of ecstasy; the noises of transcendent pleasure, not creeping death. Within a matter of a few seconds, she felt herself grow rapidly weaker, the ecstacy of orgasm extinquished by the horror of her heart failing, darkness intruding on the edges of her vision. By the time she had realized what was happening and that Mike wasn't aware, she was already too weak to get his attention and her hand slipped feebly from the breast it clutched back to the floor at her side as her whole body went limp and consciousness took leave of her. The monitor displaying the rapid peaks of V-tac now degenerated into the chaotic waves of V-fib.

Mike meanwhile was still in the midst of his orgasm, his eyes closed, his body convulsing as he filled her with his torrential release, not knowing that the woman's heart had just stopped beating properly, her body already limp beneath him not from exhaustion but crisis. And unfortunately for them both, this was his magnum opus of orgasms; it lasted minutes, precious time he was completely oblivious to the emergency unfolding beneath him, crucial heart tissue dying all the while. After he finished, he collapsed down on top of her, breathing heavily. It took a moment for realization to dawn upon Mike that she wasn't breathing heavily… or moving… at all really... not even the slight motion needed to breath! He looked up in terror to find V-fib on the EKG. Panic stirred in his chest as he tried to move off of her quickly.

"No… no, no, no," Mike whispered hoarsely as he pulled out of her and started CPR compressions without hesitation. How could be be so stupid that he put her in a second cardiac arrest. "You idiot, you just fucking resuscitated her… oh god…" The second set of compressions came to twenty and he stopped to check her rhythm, the woman's heart quivering uselessly in v-fib. He grabbed the paddles, charged them, and pushed them against her chest. "ka-thunk". Her body moved the same way it had before, though this time Mike found only abject dread in it and no hint of pleasure. Her rhythm remained unchanged after and he hurriedly resumed compressions.

30 minutes went by much as they did during her first code, but this time was different and he could tell it somehow right from the start. After many rounds of CPR, all the cardiac drugs he could give her and three more shocks—150J, 250J, and 300J—she remained in persistent refractory v-fib and Mike could feel his hope dwindling. His hands shook with fear and sadness as he activated defibrillator for the fifth shock, another desperate attempt to restore her heart rhythm in the face of ever dwindling odds. As the defibrillator's "ka-thunk" echoed through the room, Mike clung desperately onto the faintest glimmer of hope that this would work.

But as her body jerked with the 360J charge, he could feel the cold stone settling in his gut before the trace of the EKG had even returned from off the screen where it shot. The EKG changed rhythms this time… flatlining entirely… asystole… He climbed on top of her to give another few rounds of CPR, but Mike knew it was over even as he refused to stop pumping her chest. Some time later, the last of his strength gave out and what would be his the last set of compressions grew weaker and slower, until they stopped mid set. He stared at her still form, her green eyes frozen wide in a look of terror, her chest as still as the heart that no longer beat inside of it, a pallid color settling over her. As he climbed off her, his penis hit the side of his leg with a wet smack. He glanced down at the distraction and beyond it, saw his cum dripping out of her folds and down onto the bed and the side of her leg. It felt like an accusation, as if there to make sure there was no doubt who was to blame for this woman's death. He collapsed.

Tears streamed down Mike's face as he realized that in the midst of his foolish race into their passionate coupling, they had unknowingly set in motion a tragic turn of events. The EMT who once brought life back to her now stood helpless as she slipped away again, this time for good.

[Guides Note: Quite a different ending. All of this, wrought by just a six millisecond delay in the middle of a sexual joyride… Mike would end up losing his job, he fell into alcoholism, and never really recovered. He died young, of complications of his alcoholism, as he tried to drink away the memories of a soul mate he felt he killed. And on that note, we want to thank you again for choosing Multiverse Studies LLC.]

#resus #cpr #defib #defibrillation #resuscitation #dark cardiophilia #ekg #female patient #resus writing #cardiophile thoughts

30 notes · View notes

thedrdefib · 4 months ago

Text

Time Called - Angela

The sirens of an ambulance filled the night air, drawing emergency room doctor Jason's attention to the back doors where a team rushed in with 25-year old Angela. His eyes instantly locked onto her form as they rolled her in on the gurney. Her pale skin shimmered with a thin layer of sweat under the harsh hospital lights, her large breasts and small cute feet swaying slightly with the jostling of the gurney. The floral tattoos on her thighs were a striking contrast to her milky white complexion, drawing his gaze up their colorful length to her neatly trimmed mound. Jason's cock twitched within his scrubs at the sight.

As he donned gloves and examined Angela's naked body, he couldn't help but drink in her striking physical attributes. Her 5'7" frame was a perfect combination of medium build and curvaceousness, which was further accentuated by her pale, soft skin. Her chest was currently adorned with with 10 large white electrodes, half of them clustered around her left breast, as if framing it for presentation. He could make out two small pools of residue where an AED had been attached.

He addressed the lead paramedic, a red-headed woman by the name of Doreen with whom he was intimately familiar, "What do we have Doreen?". "25-year old female, called 911 from home after experiencing syncope and weakness. Was already unconscious when we arrived. Pulse was weak, rapid, and thready, given initial complaint we opted to get a 12-lead in the field. Initial rhythm was an irregular Junctional Tachycardia, no ST elevations. As we got her ready for transport she converted to V-fib. She's had two shocks and one of Epi en route, no change." He started to go over the treatable causes of what he heard and began formulating his code plan.

After ordering rapid labs to rule out treatable causes of unstable junctional rhythm like drug interactions and electrolyte imbalance, he focused on the more immediate issue and started performing CPR, thrusting his hands into the center of her chest with a rapid rhythm as his team prepared the defibrillator. With each downward push, Angela's chest caved inward, her large breasts flowing down the new incline towards his hands, her small bright pink nipples following suit and pointing inward towards Jason's hands, almost as if to beckon him to touch them, before then fleeing back out when he released the pressure. It would seem almost a playful, flirtatious taunt were it not for the gravity of the situation surrounding it.

After a thirty count, one of the nurses handed him the defibrillator paddles. He pressed the paddles, laden thickly with conductive gel, onto her chest and pushed the button. The machine made that satisfying "Ka-Thunk" sound he always found oddly arousing. He watched intently as Angela arched her back in response to the defibrillation, the motion further highlighting the supple swell of her breasts as they were pushed forward before falling gently back into place, the ripple through the flesh of her breasts and belly like a small wave crashing against the shore. The defibrillator left two large pools of glistening gel on her chest, one high center mass and the other on her ribs beside her heart. Though they were there to help conduct electricity across her skin and into her heart, he couldn't help but think of their lubricant properties as he stared at the glistening pools.

His musings were interrupted by he sound of the EKG alarming frantically as it re-registered her rhythm following the shock, Angela was still in V-fib. "Alright, that's three, she's officially in refractory V-fib" Jason thought to himself. He never liked to think about the odds in a code, as they were never good, but he knew that after 3 shocks, the odds of resolving this code positively just went down tremendously. He called for a round of Epi and compressions before he grabbed the paddles once more and delivered another shock. The room grew silent as Angela's body jolted in response, causing her to convulse slightly, the soles of her small feet scrunching and then relaxing before her body falling limp once again. V-fib still....

As he continued his attempts at resuscitation for what seemed like forever, Jason found himself becoming discouraged and sought refuge in imagination. The repeated shocks and long compressions causing Angela's beautiful body to ripple, sway, and thrust had turned a slight tinge of attraction into heat that had his cock starting to push against the inside of his underwear. A fantasy began to form in Jason's mind. He did this sometimes, though no one knew. This job was hard, you saw too much you shouldn't have to and too often you worked way too hard only to be reminded that you failed more often than succeeded. The statistics on successful resuscitations reminded you that you were fighting an uphill battle that a staunch majority of times you lost. The fantasies were inappropriate, he knew, but they kept him from downing a bottle of pills with a bottle of Jack and being the next one on the table in front of him, so he allowed himself the vice.

In his mind, he saw himself standing before her in the ER, the sound of the EKG filling the room beeping merrily to the rhythm of her now beating heart, as he traced a finger down her chest, past her defibrillator gel covered tits, along her soft supple belly, past her belly button and further still until he reached the floral tattoo on her thigh. The tip of his finger teased the edge of the vibrant petals, then traveled over to her moist cunt. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as he slid a finger inside, feeling her clench around him, her legs trembling and her breath catching as he entered her. He started to thrust with his middle finger while his thumb rubbed up and down her clit, at first slow but then faster and faster, increasing his speed as her heart increased it's own rate. Her heart rate continued to climb on the monitor in sync with her arousal until at last she shuddered, curled her toes, and let out a soft gasp, followed by a not so soft moan. Angela's orgasm erupted, sending waves of pleasure through her quivering frame. Her heart raced even faster, its frenzied beats echoing the intensity of her ecstasy. In response, Jason's own arousal reached its full potential.

In reality though, Angela's life still dangled precariously over the cliff of death while Jason delivered another shot of epinephrine into her intravenous line. Jason snapped out of his escapism long enough to note the time on the code clock (31:18) and the rhythm on the monitor (still fucking V-fib). As he finished the count of his compressions, he called out for the defibrillator to be charged, it was time for another shock. This would be her sixth. He placed the paddles firmly against her chest and pressed the button. Once more, her chest rose off the table and came crashing back down. This time her legs kicked just a bit too much and her left leg fell from the table, splaying open her legs in an almost spread eagle fashion, and opening her as if presenting herself to him, inviting him. He bent down to grab her leg and put it back on the table, noted the rhythm on the monitor post-shock, and went back to CPR and his fantasy to escape the feeling of dread that was continuing to grow in him.

The fantasy progressed. Angela was still recovering her breath from her first orgasm when Jason spread her legs wide, her left falling off the table, revealing her moist pussy, slick from arousal. He lowered his head into that warm place, flicking his tongue against her clit in teasing circles as she moaned with delight. The EKG began to emit a series of rapid tones, mirroring the frenzied beat of Angela's heart. Her breathing grew yet heavier with each lick, and Jason could almost feel her pussy contracting around his tongue as another orgasm soon washed over her. This one was stronger than the first, so good it made her kick her leg and jerk her torso gently a few times as it rolled over her in waves. The sight of Angela's body writhing in pleasure was a heady mix for Jason. The EKG monitor screamed out a frenzied rhythm in response to the orgasmic surge, and he couldn't help but turned on by this primal display of ecstasy. He imagined how her heart would race in rhythm with his when he finally stopped teasing her—a living, pulsing testament to their passion. His erection pushed so hard against his pants he worried it would break free in reality. It throbbed with a yearning, not only for this woman's flesh but to save her life.

Yet in reality, her heart was not racing, it was flailing uselessly. Jason placed the paddles on her chest for the tenth time, preparing to deliver another shock. He briefly considered if he should even bother at this point or if he should call it... but god damn it, he'd lost his last three patients and needed a win desperately, he wasn't willing to give up on this young, healthy, beautiful woman one second before he was forced to. He wanted to save this woman so much, it created a pent up pressure in him that demanded to be let out in the same way the throbbing in his pants did and he wouldn't be denied his release if he could help it.. .

"Ka-Thunk". Once more Angela leaped form the table. As she came to rest, Jason looked away from her supine form and glanced at the monitor. He could see the wavy line of V-fib give way to a sharp spike that went up off the screen, fell back below it, and now as it rose back up he looked eagerly for it to show him something other than that wavy line. What he saw next made him reconsider that wish. The monitor line traced out a sinus like rhythm, though this one was too long and too slow, like someone had put it on putty and then pulled from both ends. You could almost feel the air leave the room collectively as Jason announced "She's converted into Agonal Rhythm, resume CPR and push another Epi".

Three cycles of CPR and cardiac drugs later (maxing her out on basically everything) and Jason glanced at the code clock, which now read "58:21". Angela was still in an Agonal rhythm with a rate of about 16bpm. He went over the code in his head, looking for something, anything he had missed that he might be able to correct to change the outcome. Ultimately, he could not and was forced to say aloud "Anyone have any other ideas? Anyone opposed to ending the code here?" As he waited for objections he knew would not come, his compressions began to slow and soften, until he stopped altogether. As he removed his hands from Angela's chest, he heard one of his colleages yell "Code Blue" from another bay and his team looked at him. "You all go help, I need a breather, I'll stay here and wait for asystole to get ToD". They all left and he stood next to Angela, her damaged heart refusing to give up, still desperately trying to beat even as Jason sat in silent defeat next to her. As Jason stood there waiting, he realized that something else had not given up either.. the throbbing in his trousers was somehow more pronounced now, as his mind no longer had anything else to focus on.

Rather than stand here and watch the grim scene unfolding before him, he allowed himself his escape and closed his eyes. As he floated back into fantasy, he once more heard the beep of sinus rhythm on the ECG and opened his eyes to see Angela in front of him, bent over the gurney as he entered her from behind. The smooth curve of her ass was as gorgeous as the rest of her and those fantastic breasts hung before him, swaying in rhythm to his thrusts, which he in turn gave in rhythm to her heartbeat. He reached forward and grabbed her breasts, using his fore fingers to draw circles around her areolas and flick her nipples as they fucked. Her heart rate climbed steadily as they moved together, building towards another climax.

But Jason wasn't ready for this to end, as if keeping this fantasy from ending would somehow keep her end from coming. He knew that was foolish, a fact that the slowing agonal rhythm on the monitor in reality reminded him all too directly but he decided he wasn't ready to give up here in the fantasy yet. He gripped Angela by the waist, pulled out and flipped her over onto her back in the bed. She let out a little gasp of pleased surprise and smiled up at him as he climbed on top of her. He lifted Angela's legs high, placing them near his head as he moved to enter her once more. Angela braced one foot against his cheek to stabilize herself as he slid inside her and they began rocking once more, harder and faster than any other time. Her other foot hovered in front of him. Her soft soles just another beautiful aspect of her perfect body. He gently kissed the sole of her foot, glancing down at her to see how she was doing...

This fantasy Jason had created became a poignant mirror world image of the reality he faced. In one, two people embraced in the ultimate celebration of life, even as in the other he sat vigil while a life was ending. As their passions grew, as their motions picked up and the beat of Angela's heart raced in the fantasy, in reality Jason sat sadly by the side of a motionless Angela, the slow Agonal rhythm now a crawl, down to a mere 8bpm. The faster things moved in the fantasy, the slower her rhythm got in reality. 7bpm.... 5bpm... 3bpm...

As their encounter in the fantasy reached its climax, Angela's fantasy heart raced, she gasped and she let out a loud cry of ecstasy as her whole body convulsed in pleasure. In reality though, Angela's body was still, her heart now letting out it's final attempts to beat, having not successfully done so in over an hour. But in the fantasy, Jason need not face his sadness and anger at that. He bent down to suck ferociously on one of her pert nipples. As he rolled her nipple around with his tongue, Jason felt an intense wave hit him, a sudden release as he came in the fantasy, an eruptive and voluminous ejaculation like he hadn't felt in a long time. He filled her with his hot seed and she moaned in appreciation as the feeling of his warm cum splashing inside her pushed her over the edge of this final orgasm herself. Her back arched high, a perfect snapshot of a defib, only this time he was inside her and every muscle in her body was clamped down on his manhood in sheer, unbridled ecstacy.

The fantasy ended as Jason felt a warm splash against his thigh and at that same moment the ECG screen registered asystole, it's flat line punctuating the end. He shook off the euphoria and realized that he had cum in his pants and that Angela was gone. This irritated him immensely, that the only part of his fantasy he could make reality was making a mess of himself and not extending the life and heat of this young woman.. Instead this was the quiet end to Angela's life, and Jason angrily pronounced time of death, 2:17 PM. Gently, he removed her EKG leads, leaving the electrodes and defibrillator gel in place on her chest, like a macabre memento of their fleeting intimacy. He stood up and walked away from his patient, leaving her in an eerie silence that contrasted so heavily with the chaos of the living around her and went to seek new pants and possibly a new escape, into the bottom of a bottle.

#resus #cpr #defib #defibrillation #resuscitation #dark cardiophilia #ekg #female patient #resus writing #cardiophile thoughts #time called #smut

21 notes · View notes

thedrdefib · 4 months ago

Text

When I got home late at night after a business dinner, my heart suddenly started to race. It was beating uncontrollably, hammering against my chest. I grabbed my chest, I could no longer stand the rapid heartbeats in my left breast. My breathing became shallow, my legs trembled. I reached for my stethoscope - my heart was beating chaotically, irregularly and completely out of control. Panic swept through me. I immediately dialled the emergency number.

The paramedics arrived and attached ECG electrodes to my chest to check my heartbeat.

"Ventricular tachycardia! Her heart is unstable!" 😰

My chest shook under the crazy beats of my own heart. Then - a sudden, painful jolt. My heart stumbled ... stopped.

"Cardiac arrest! She's gone!" 😫

My body slumped. The paramedics ripped open my dress, exposing my naked chest. Cold defibrillator pads were pressed against my skin.

"Charge it up - 200 joules! Shock!" 😰

My heart was jolted by a wave of electricity. Nothing.

"Again! 300 joules!" ⚡️

I rebelled again, but my heart remained silent.

"Come on, deep chest compressions!" 😰

A paramedic knelt over me, spread his fingers and quickly looked for the right centre of pressure on my chest. Then he put his hands on me and immediately began to apply strong, deep compressions.

"One, two, three, four ...!"

His hands pressed with all their might on my breasts, deep into my chest, mechanically pumping my lifeless heart. I could feel the force of the thrusts, my body and my breasts was shaken with each compression.

"Faster, deeper!" 🥵

"Another shock - 360 joules!"⚡️

Another electric tremor ran through me. Silence.

Will my heart beat again?

You can find the full and uncensored version (over 5 minutes) on my Onlyfans channel. 😍🫀

728 notes · View notes

thedrdefib · 4 months ago

Text

Requests and trades

So I've just started doing this story writing, am enjoying it quite a bit so far, and I've gotten a pretty positive response to my first two stories, so I've decided that I want to open up the option for folks to send me starters, ideas, requests, etc. I'm going to try to start writing one or two stories a week if I can manage it. So below are a few curbs and boundaries for requests/prompts. If you have ideas you'd like to see made into long form stories like the two I've posted so far, and they fit within those, feel free to send them to me. I'll take all suggestions under advisement and look to make the ones I can and feel I can do justice to. I'm also open to trading if you have a story you really want to ensure I make or if you want one made but kept private for yourself, then just PM me the idea and we can arrange a trade for vids, pics, stories, etc.

Guidelines:

No underage anything, full stop. All participants in my stories will always be 18+ and likewise if you aren't 18+, this blog isn't for you.

I'm open to writing any type of relationship (M/F,M/M,F/F) but just understand that as a bisexual male, I can't promise I'll get perspectives and experiences right for every participant. I try hard to and appreciate feedback if there are ways to improve writing from perspectives other than my own, feel free to share your experience and thoughts with me, just be kind and respectful, and understand that nothing is intended to be base, shallow, or offensive if anything I write comes off that way (at least not anymore base, shallow, or offensive than any other pornographic writing is intended to be).

I'm open to most aspects of our fetish, so suggestions need not be limited to ER resus and could be anything ranging from resus stories, to simple cardiophile play, to anything in between. I only ask that prompts do stick to the resus/cardiophile fetish, I'm not interested in writing other stories at this time.

While I am open to writing stories of both successful and unsuccessful resuscitation attempts, sexual aspects of the story end at time called if resus isn't successful. This fetish is about the battle to try to save a life and the often uncomfortable parallels to our lived sexual experiences for me and I won't push beyond the end of that battle. All sexual encounters will either be with consenting conscious people or pure fantasy in the minds of participants in my stories. Depending, there might be a bit of wiggle for something like some of the S-CPR stories I've seen between individuals with existing sexual relationships but I'm not going to promise even that.

Stories which aren't made as part of a trade specifically to be kept private will be posted to my blog for everyone to enjoy, so if you want a request to be private for yourself, be sure to specify that as part of our trade and know you'll have to offer something up in return.

#resus #cpr #defib #defibrillation #resuscitation #dark cardiophilia #resus writing #cardiophile thoughts #cardiophilia #ekg #defibrillator #female patient #male patient

8 notes · View notes

thedrdefib · 4 months ago

Text

Fated

I rushed into the ER alongside my team of nurses, following the EMTs who had just wheeled in a young man in cardiac arrest. Jason, I was told, was 21 years old and already unresponsive when the paramedics arrived at the scene. Despite their best efforts with multiple defibrillations, they were unable to get his heart back into rhythm. He'd been down 14 minutes by the time they got him to my ER from the nearby bar.

As we burst into the ER bay, my lead nurse, Rachel, jumped into action, beginning chest compressions on Jason's still chest. I took charge of the code, shouting out orders as the team sprang into motion. "Defib charged! Paddles gelled and ready!"

The nurses quickly got to work stripping Jason down to his underwear, their efficiency honed from countless codes like this one. They then moved with swift precision, cutting off his underwear to leave him completely naked before stepping back to allow me to take over.

As we worked, I couldn't help but steal glances at Jason's slender physique. He was small for a young man, with delicate features that only added to his vulnerability. His feet were even more striking – tiny, with soft smooth pink soles and toes that curled in a way that enticed you to suck on them..

But what really caught my eye was the sight of his penis, located at the end of a well-groomed patch of pubic hair that followed a "landing strip" style cut. The neatly trimmed strip of hair led directly to his perfectly sized cock, the pubic hair cut inviting you to it. His scrotum was tight and smooth, with just the right amount of sagging to hint at the delicate balance between youth and maturity.

I felt a sudden jolt of attraction, which I quickly suppressed as I focused on the task at hand.

The defibrillator beeped loudly as it finished charging, and I called out for Rachel to apply the paddles. She did so swiftly, her hands moving with practiced ease as she placed them on Jason's chest. The machine let out a loud "ka-thunk" sound, and Jason's body responded with an arched chest and tense back muscles. His penis twitch upwards quickly, slapping against the bottom of his belly with a soft thud before bouncing gently once or twice and pointing back down towards his feet as his body came to rest.

I felt my heart rate quicken at the sight, despite myself. It was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain my professional composure in the face of Jason – his gorgeous body and the way it seemed to respond to each defibrillation in the most explicit way possible. But my heart sank when I looked up at the ECG monitor to find that Jason had converted from v-fib into asystole now. His failing heart had now gone from flailing uselessly to totally still within his chest.

"Asystole. Need to switch out compressions," I called out, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. The nurses nodded and stepped back, allowing me to take over chest compressions from Rachel.

I moved in and began the grim work, my hands pumping steadily as I worked Jason's chest. It was a familiar motion, one that required precision and force – but it was also strangely intimate, being simultaneously the one thing separating them from death and the one assaulting them with your thrusting hands. As I thrust my palms into his chest, it evoked thoughts of sex. The motion felt almost… sensual at times. Like the rhythmic thrusting of hips, the give-and-take of bodies in the heat of passion. My mind wandered to memories of past lovers, their faces blurred and indistinct as I focused on the task at hand.

But even as I pushed the thought aside, it lingered, a constant reminder that there was something almost… primal about CPR. Something that connected us in ways both physical and emotional. I shook my head, clearing the thought from my mind as I continued compressions, determined to keep Jason alive against all odds.

The code continued, with Rachel resuming monitoring of Jason's vitals and me keeping his chest pumping steadily. We needed to get him back – and fast.

I continued compressions, my hands moving in a steady rhythm as I tried to will Jason's heart back to life. "Epi now," I called out, and one of the nurses quickly administered epinephrine.

As I continued compressions, I couldn't help but notice the rhythmic rocking of Jason's body beneath my palms. His feet swayed in and out ever so slightly with each thrust, as if they were dancing to some unheard beat. And then there was his gorgeous cock bouncing gently in rhythm with my life-saving efforts.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed at Jason's body, my mind suddenly leaving the stress and worry of reality in favor of imagination. As my body went into auto-pilot continuously pounding on Jason's chest, my mind went to a different place. Here, Jason still lay on the table nude hooked up to the ECG machine. But we were alone and the monitor read sinus rhythm, his heart rate beeping steadily along to the sound of his heartbeat, which comfortingly thumped away in my head like the beat of a drum.

Jason lay there looking up at me, his face a mixture of happiness and pleasure instead of the wide-eyed stare of near death that I had been looking at for the last 30 minutes in reality. I realized he was nodding down and as my eyes drifted slowly, I first noted the extra long stethoscope that he held against his own chest with one hand… well that explained the very pleasant thumping of his heartbeat in my ear. As I continued to slide my gaze down, I found that short cut patch of hair, drawing my eyes like a magnet on down to his gorgeous cock, even more beautiful rock hard as it was now. As I looked back up to his face, he nodded and lifted his legs slightly…

I knew what he wanted and let the fantasy take me. I saw myself rubbing my hand across one of the pools of defibrillator gel that was still on his chest, then rubbing it on my erection, lifting Jason's legs, and spreading them wide apart as I inserted myself inside him. His tight sack and throbbing cock lay in front me now and they lifted slightly as he arched his back in pleasure. I couldn't help but note how strikingly similar this pose looked to what a snapshot of him mid defibrillation would've looked like. His smooth feet dangled near my face, and I couldn't resist reaching out and pulling them closer. I placed one firmly against my cheek and start to gently kiss the soft skin of the toes of the other. The ECG beeped steadily in the background, its rhythm increasing along with the gentle "lub-dub" beats in my head as I began to thrust slowly into Jason.

The rate of those beeps picked up and rose with each passing moment, keeping perfect time with the increase in my own excitement. Jason kept the stethoscope firm against his chest with one hand and reached the other up to grab one of my nipples. Pleasure erupted within me and I began sucking his big toe ferociously. He moaned gently at that and smiled. As I picked up the pace, Jason's heart rate followed suit – faster and more urgent, it pulsed through my head like soothing waves breaking on the beach. I was just about to reach climax when one of the nurses voices drowned out the hypnotic beat of Jason's heart, her voice cutting into my fantasy like a knife. "Looks like he's converted back to v-fib, we've got a shockable rhythm," she said, her eyes flashing with concern at my lack of attention. "Should we charge the defib?" she suggested meaningfully.

I felt a jolt of concern as I realized my own body's reaction to the fantasy. My erection was massive, throbbing with a life of its own. I couldn't believe it – I'd never had such a strong physical response during a code before. It was like my body had gotten lost in the fantasy and refused to come back to reality.

As I stood there, frozen in embarrassment, I felt my face heat up with shame. What if one of the nurses noticed more than distraction? What if they thought something was wrong with me? But I couldn't afford to let that be a distraction right now – Jason's life depended on it.

I took a deep breath and pushed aside my conflicted emotions, refocusing on the task at hand. "Defib charged to 360J," I called out, preparing to once more defibrillate Jason. As I stood over him, I couldn't help but steal one last glance at his body – and then I tried to quiet my massive erection that seemed to be throbbing in protest to the interruption.. But I had to focus on saving Jason's life.

I gazed down at his chest, where two large pools of defibrillator gel had been spread all over by many defibrillations and chest compressions, making his skin glisten and his pale wet nipples glint.. It sparkled softly in the bright ER lighting, invoking once more thoughts of sweat and lubricant and sex…I felt my erection twitch with renewed embarrassment, and I quickly pushed those thoughts aside. I couldn't let this fantasy consume me – not now, when Jason needed me most. "Clear!" I called out, as I prepared to deliver the shock.

The paddles made contact with Jason's chest, and a burst of electricity crackled through his body. Once more, Jason's muscles arched off the table in response, his feet flying up into the air as his body jerked violently. But this time, there was something even more… seductive about the way his body moved, the way the soles of his feet wrinkled as they curled, the way the defibrillator gel clung to his skin like so much lube – like it had been applied with a lover's touch. As his body came to rest from the explosive response to the shock, I noticed how his reaction to the shock had been so forceful that his penis now rested pointed up at his belly button. The lurking intruder in my scrubs once more pushed harshly against my thigh.

And then I heard it. The sound honestly caught me off guard, as I had run enough codes that I really didn't expect it 57 minutes into a code like this, even on young otherwise healthy people. But I was so glad to hear it that the erection in my pants bucked ferociously and I nearly came right there. The ECG beeped it's sinus tone steadily as Jason's heart rate beat once more. He began to recover, and I listened intently with my stethoscope, confirming that he'd gone back into sinus rhythm and was breathing on his own. "Jason's got a good rhythm," I said, a smile spreading across my face. "Take him to ICU 3 – I'll check on him later."

As the nurses quickly moved to transport Jason to his new room, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. He was stable – and that meant one thing: we'd done it. We'd saved a life. Normally this was the end of the line for my involvement with a patient, but somehow this one felt like it would end differently, though I didn't know how.

---Hours Later--- I was just about to clock out when one of the nurses caught up to me in the hallway. "Dr. Alex, I've got a patient who's requesting to see you," she said with a curious expression.

"Who is it?" I asked, feeling a sense of trepidation.

"It's Jason – the young man from earlier today," she replied. "He says he needs to talk to you."

I raised an eyebrow. He was already awake? I guess it wasn't too far fetched, though he had come very close to dying, he was a young man in his prime. We had determined in the intervening hours that his arrest was caused by Long QT Syndrome and all he really needed was drug therapy to prevent a repeat. He was otherwise a perfect physical specimen I thought, with not a little hint of heat behind that thought. But what could Jason possibly want to discuss? I made my way up to ICU 3 anyway, curious about what this was all about.

When I arrived at his room, I found him sitting up in bed, looking shockingly well given his condition just 8 hours earlier that day. "Dr. Alex," he said with a smile, his eyes locked on mine. "I wanted to thank you for saving my life today."

I smiled back at him, feeling a sense of pride wash over me. "You're welcome, Jason. I'm just glad we were able to get your heart beating again. You had quite a close call but we weren't going to give up on you."

He nodded thoughtfully, then leaned forward in his bed. "I was told by a rather honest sounding nurse that I should be truly grateful to you, that when a patient's heart has stopped as long as mine did, most doctor's would've done just that and given up. She said it's nearly a miracle any doctor coded me so long… I'm so grateful to you for keeping going. Actually, Dr. Alex, that's another thing I wanted to talk to you about. I kind of feel like you might not have stopped for a reason, like we might have some sort of connection…"

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I sat down next to him. What connection could he possibly have with me? I'd never seen him or heard his name before today that I could recall. I was a bit unsettled by the suggestion at first.

"What do you mean by that? Apologies if I've forgotten Jason but I don't think we've ever met before have we?" I asked, trying to keep my curiosity in check.

Jason took a deep breath before speaking. "No, we've never met before. That's not really what I mean. I know this will probably sound ridiculous but… I think I had what people call a near-death experience today," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I saw… everything. Every detail of what was happening to me as if I was there. I remember it all, being wheeled in by the EMT's, having my clothes cut off by the nurses, and all of the ensuing things you and your team did. I knew who you were when you walked in before you introduced yourself because I recognized your face from the experience. I watched for that whole near hour as I lay there dying, you and the nurses pumping my chest and shocking my heart. And one thing kept standing out about the whole thing – the way you looked at me," he said, his eyes locked on mine.

I felt my face heat up with a combination of fear, incredulity, and embarrassment as I realized where this was going.

"You saw yourself being resuscitated?" I could barely ask the question as his last few words kept ringing in my ears like someone had smashed a giant gong on my head… "the way you looked at me"

Jason replied "Yes. I saw all of it, the CPR, the shocks, the defeated look on all the nurses faces towards the end.. .but not you, you were looking at me differently."

"I was determined to save you" I replied quickly…

"Yes, but there was more in your eyes than just determination. You see, the really weird thing is I saw not only my resuscitation, I saw something else as well…" Jason said, trailing off like this last bit scared him, like he was unsure if he should say what comes next.

Terror and disbelief swam in my mind. "What do you mean by that? What else was in my eyes and what else did you see?"

"I saw everything" Jason said, with a particularly heavy emphasis on the last word. He continued, "I mean, it's not totally clear but I saw your fantasy I think. I saw the same room but it was just us and I saw what happened there…"

"You imagined… us?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral to hide the complete panic in my mind. I couldn't begin to fathom how any of this was happening but as insane as this sounded any allegation could ruin my career.

Jason nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. Us. You and I. Together. Truly. As in, you were inside me. We were having sex."

My mind reeled back to the fantasy that had consumed me during the code.

"I'm so sorry," I started, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me, as I looked for the "but" part of the sentence and it didn't come – Part of me was in sheer terror at his knowing, but another part was fascinated by the connection between us that seemed to exist on some deeper level. The terror must have been what shown because what came next caught me totally off guard.

Jason laughed softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't be sorry, Dr. Alex," he said, reaching out to place a hand on my arm. "Like I said, I was there too. And if you recall, I invited you inside… It's not like I didn't feel it too." He smiled at me with that same smile he gave in the fantasy and put his hand on mine.

I felt a jolt of electricity run through me as our skin made contact – and suddenly, the fantasy that had consumed me earlier came flooding back to life.

As soon as Jason's hand made contact with mine, my mind went blank, and all that mattered was the touch of his skin against mine. In an instant, I was hard again – my erection throbbing with renewed intensity. I could feel it straining against the confines of my pants, desperate to break free.

Jason's eyes locked onto mine, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths. He took a deep breath, and I knew exactly what he was going to do next. "You want this as much as I do, don't you?" he asked, his voice soft and inviting.

I nodded, unable to speak as my mind reeled with anticipation.

Jason leaned forward, his face inches from mine. "I saw it all as you gave your everything to save me… I think this is fated," he whispered, his breath caressing my ear.

With a surge of excitement, I sprang into action. I closed the door behind me, locking it securely in place. I flipped the switch to put the room on procedure in progress status, ensuring that we wouldn't be interrupted by any medical personnel. As I returned to the bedside, Jason's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

He pulled away the bedding, revealing his naked form to my eager gaze. The ECG electrodes stuck out like tiny, white flags, a stark contrast to the smooth, pale skin they adorned. My mouth went dry as I took in the sight of him – his cock standing at attention, his balls heavy and relaxed.

With a sense of urgency, I began to undress myself. I ripped off my shirt, feeling the cool air caress my skin as it came free. Jason's hands shot out, running up and down my chest, through my chest hair, sending shivers coursing through my body. My nipples hardened under his touch, and I felt a slight increase in the ECG – Jason's arousal raising his heart rate, matching mine beat for beat.

I watched as he ran his fingers over me, feeling the gentle touch like a whisper of seduction. His eyes locked onto mine, burning with desire. I couldn't look away, transfixed by the sight of him.

Next, I pulled down my pants and underwear, letting them fall to the floor with a soft whoosh. My dick sprang free, already erect and straining against its captor. The cold air rushed past it, causing it to jump and twitch like a living thing. Jason's eyes widened in response, his pupils dilating as he took me in.

For a moment, we just stared at each other – the only sound the soft beeping of the ECG, punctuated by our ragged breathing. The air was thick with tension, heavy with anticipation. I could feel it building inside me, a pressure cooker of desire ready to explode.

And then, without warning, Jason spoke up – his voice sweet like honey, sending shivers coursing through my body. "Take your time," he whispered, his eyes locked onto mine. "I'm not going anywhere."

I began my descent onto Jason's body, my lips brushing against his feet. He jerked in response, his toes curling up as I kissed the arch of his foot. The skin was soft and smooth, like silk to my touch. I savored the sensation, feeling it spread through me like a warm wave.

As I made my way up Jason's legs, he began to tremble beneath me. His breathing quickened, and I could feel his heart racing faster with each passing moment. The ECG monitor beeped steadily, its numbers ticking upward as Jason's arousal grew. I smiled to myself, knowing that this was just the beginning.

I reached Jason's knees and paused for a moment, letting my lips graze against the tender skin there. He gasped, his hands reaching out to grab my arms and pull me closer. I obliged, my mouth closing over his thigh as I began to kiss and suck the sensitive skin.

Jason's body arched beneath me, his back bowing off the bed as he moaned in pleasure. His cock twitched and hardened further. The ECG beeped faster now, Jason's heart racing with excitement. A shiver of excitement ran up my spine as I paused here to watch his glorious manhood twitch and throb in time with the beep of the ECG, each powerful heartbeat pushing blood through it. A heartbeat that existed because of my efforts. And he knew that and it made him desperate for me. I could feel it too, my own desire growing with each passing moment.

I slowly made my way up Jason's body, my lips tracing a path along his hip, over his belly button, and finally to his chest. His nipples hardened beneath my touch, begging for attention. I took them into my mouth, sucking and licking them until they were red and swollen.

As I played with Jason's cock, he began to squirm and writhe beneath me. His hands grabbed at the bed sheets, his fingers digging deep as he tried to hold on. The ECG beeped furiously now, its numbers leaping upward as Jason's heart pounded in his chest.

I reached up and took one of Jason's nipples into my mouth again, sucking hard as I worked him over with my hand. He gasped, his body arching off the bed once more as he came close to climax.

Jason's fingers brushed against mine, guiding me upward until we were face-to-face, our mouths inches apart. And then, in a swift movement, Jason leaned forward and began kissing me, his lips brushing against mine with a soft, sweet touch.

I felt my own heart skip a beat as Jason's tongue touched mine, sending shivers coursing through my body. His mouth was hot and wet, his breath ragged as he kissed me back. I could feel it too, my desire growing with each passing moment.

Jason pulled away from me, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he reached down between us. He wrapped his fingers around my cock, stroking me gently as he leaned in to kiss me again. His touch was like fire, sending sparks flying through my body as I felt myself come close to climax.

Then he bent down to bring his head between my legs. As Jason sucked on my balls, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. It built and built, until I was nearly ready to cum again. He somehow seemed to know how to push me just to the edge and when to quit. The ECG beeped furiously now, its rate pushing 150 as Jason's heart pounded in his chest. I assumed that meant I was having the same effect. I could feel my own heart throbbing in my ears, pounding in my cock.

I reached down and grasped Jason's cock once more, working him over as he sucked on me. He gasped, his body arching off the bed as he came yet closer to climax again. The ECG once more sped up, his heart rate racing upward as both of our hearts pounded in unison.

As I felt myself reaching the brink of climax, I reached down and grasped Jason's hips, holding him in place as he sucked on my balls. His tongue was a warm, wet caress, sending shivers through my body.

But just as I was nearing orgasm for the final time, I looked over past Jason's smiling face and saw it… a black stethoscope, one whose tubing was much longer than normal. It hit me in that moment… these ICU rooms sometimes had them for reaching patients chests who might be in traction or large difficult to operate around life support equipment. It was the exact stethoscope from my fantasy. I've no idea how, but I too now knew this was fated. I stopped him, pulling back from his touch. Jason looked up at me, confused, but I just smiled and nodded past him to the stethoscope. He looked back smiling at me and I gestured for him to move into position.

He understood immediately, and with a quick movement, he shifted himself back onto the bed just as he was in my fantasy, his legs raised slightly, knees bent. His cock twitched and hardened as he settled into place, his balls hanging low like ripe fruit.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the sight of him. This was exactly how I had imagined it - Jason, spread out before me like an offering. And now, it was about to become a reality.

As I reached down and grasped my cock, guiding it towards Jason's waiting body, he grabbed the stethoscope's bell and pressed it to his chest. Now, I heard the rapid, thunderous pounding of his heart in my ears. The ECG beeped quickly along with the sound of his heart as his rate continued to climb in anticipation of receiving me, his heart pounding in time with mine.

As I entered him, Jason's back once more arched and his body tensed up, his muscles clenching around me like a warm, wet vice. It was as if I had just delivered a shock to his heart, a life giving jolt to his system. It was a feeling unlike anything I had ever experienced before - despite this not being my first time, I felt like a virgin all over again.

I felt myself slide deeper into Jason's body, felt his feet against my face once more just as before, the sensation building and building until I was sure that I would explode at any moment. And yet, somehow, I managed to hold back, savoring the feeling of being inside him, connected to him in this intimate way.

As I began to move, Jason's hips started to buck up and down, his body moving in perfect time with mine. The ECG beeped faster now, its rate climbing higher and higher as we both worked towards our climax. The pounding of his young heart like the scream of war drums in my ears.

I reached forward and grasped Jason's cock, wrapping my hand around it like a vice. He gasped as I began to work him over, his body tensing up even further as he struggled to hold on.

The sensation was building inside me now, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to engulf me at any moment. I could feel Jason's body responding to mine, his muscles clenching and unclenching around my cock in rhythm with me as I thrust to the rhythm of his pounding heartbeat. I stuck my tongue out and ran it all the way up his other foot from his heel to the tip of his big to then started sucking viciously on it. He moaned deeply in pleasure. From my vantage I could see his balls retract as he desperately tried to hold back what we both knew was coming.

And then, in an instant, it happened - the climax that we had both been working towards. Time almost stopped, the beat of his heart and the beep of the ECG slowed to a crawl as a handful of seconds expanded like a universe being born. Eternities lived and died as we both emptied ourselves as if pouring our very souls out. My body tensed up, my cock throbbing as I cum inside Jason's eager body. Unleashing wave upon wave of hot semen into him, each one breaking free in rhythm to his now racing heartbeat. It was a feeling like being released from a prison I had spent my entire life trapped in, like finally being set free. It was a sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced before - like being touched by something divine.

As I spilled my hot seed inside him, Jason let out a gasping cry of pleasure, his body arching, bucking and convulsing beneath mine. His cock erupted in a fountain of semen, shooting across his stomach and chest in a hot, sticky stream. I watched it pool on his chest, forming largely two distinct pools, one center mass high on his chest and the other lower, beneath his left nipple. It wasn't until later that the irony of this placement would hit me.

And then the pounding resumed, the beeping returned, the strong gasping as he worked to catch his breath sounding in my ears. And as we both came to rest, our bodies spent and exhausted from our efforts, I knew that this was more than just sex. This was something deeper, something more profound.

#resus #cpr #defib #defibrillation #resuscitation #male heartbeat #resus writing #ekg #dark cardiophilia #defibrillator

96 notes · View notes

thedrdefib · 4 months ago

Text

My First Code

The emergency room lights cast an eerie glow on the chaos around me. A young woman lay on the gurney, her bright red hair a stark contrast to the pale skin of her face. Anna, 22 years old, had suffered a sudden cardiac arrest while out with friends at the local bar. She had been down for about 15 minutes at this point the EMT announced, followed by a list of interventions they had already performed, including among them 3 defibrillations and two rounds of epi already. I glanced at the monitor, V-fib… 3 shocks already, not good. Not a great candidate for your first solo code as an ER doctor.

As I rushed into the fray, my mind was already racing with possibilities. Sudden cardiac arrest in a young adult was always a puzzle, and I was determined not to leave this one unsolved, lest Anna might not make it. The ER team sprang into action around me, their movements swift and synchronized as they began CPR.

The monitor above her bed alarmed frantically, displaying that same chaotic ECG pattern that told the story of a heart in trouble. Ventricular fibrillation – a heart struggling to beat but managing only to flail uselessly.

"Get the defibrillator ready!" I yelled to my team, my voice cutting through the din of the ER. They quickly rolled over the defibrillator and prepared the paddles for use. The machine was turned on and charged, a few moments later playing a ready tone as it waited for us to deliver the first shock. By this time, the nurses had stripped Anna completely nude, removing any clothing that might interfere with our treatment. Her red hair stood out against her pale skin framing her soft facial features, and her large breasts were exposed in all their beauty. As the nurses applied a thin layer of defibrillator gel to the paddles, I unconsciously let my eyes wander down to the finely groomed unmentionables of our young patient before my attention was snapped back into the minute by the nurses pushing the paddles into my hands… "delivering a 300-joule shock!". Anna's body arched in response, her breasts bouncing with the movement as her body arched up off the bed and was thrust back down by the electrical discharge.

The team checked her pulse, but there was nothing – no heartbeat, no breathing. We continued CPR, our movements synchronized and swift. We tried another three rounds of CPR and two of defibrillations. Again, I was unable to avoid noticing how her breasts bounced with each shock, the beauty and allure of their movement invoking a feeling in me that was grotesque in its stark contrast between the beauty of her body and the gravity of the situation. The defibrillator gel left behind a pair of glistening pools on her chest after each shock that seemed to further highlight her pale breasts.

As we struggled to revive Anna's heart, I tried think about the possible underlying causes of her cardiac arrest. Was it an inherited condition? A genetic predisposition to arrhythmias? Or was there something more sinister at play – a viral infection, perhaps, or a toxic substance? But the rapid labs would ultimately rule out all of the immediately treatable causes and yet she remained in persistent, refractory v-fib. At this point, the code clock read 26:13. Were this patient not young and healthy, I might have called it here.

Instead, I took over compressions, my hands moving in a steady rhythm as I worked to revive Anna's heart. As I started, an uncomfortable thought crept into my mind… Was it really just her age and health that caused me to step in and place my hands on her chest, to continue CPR? I pushed this thought aside at first, but I was three rounds in when I first began to feel it… as I pressed down on her chest, the intense focus of the code crept back slightly and I began to notice the feel of her breasts beneath my hands. The defibrillator gel had created a slick, glistening layer, allowing my fingers to glide effortlessly across her already smooth skin. My index finger brushed lightly against the tip of her nipple, and for an instant, I felt a spark of arousal.

In that moment, my mind formed a scene that played out in vivid detail. One far less dangerous but no less intense… I was sitting on top of Anna's body, my hands cradling her breasts as I kissed her lips. Her eyes stared up at me, not in the blank way she did now in the reality of her cardiac arrest, but in pleasure, her face relaxed into a gentle smile. I could feel the rhythmic pulse of her heartbeat beneath her left breast, and it was intoxicating. Still hooked up in the fantasy, the ECG monitor above her bed beeped softly in the background, its steady rhythm mirroring the beating of her heart, which in turn almost seemed to mirror that of my own heart. The pace of the monitors beeping quickened as I my manhood moved deeper inside her, the defibrillator gel on her chest glistening with each thrust I gave, my hands sliding around on her breasts leaving behind a trail of lubricant that lead the eyes down to her warm, wet, vagina with my cock buried deep inside and the effect seemed to heighten the already glorious sensation … and then I snapped back to reality, glancing about to see that I had only been drifting for the 20 count and no one had noticed. It was a surreal and disturbing vision, one that I pushed away as quickly as it had appeared.

"What the fuck..." I told myself, trying to shake off the feeling. This is not the time or place for that. But as I continued to administer CPR, I couldn't help but think about the similarities between this resuscitation and that imagined act. The rhythm of compressions, the force applied with each thrust of my hand, the sort of controlled violence directed in the name of care rather than harm – wasn't this just like sex? The intense physical contact, the urgency of the moment, the life-giving consequences of success?

I pushed the thoughts away, uncomfortable with their presence, but they lingered in the back of my mind as I worked to save Anna's life. It was a strange and twisted parallel, one that I couldn't quite reconcile. But it was there, nonetheless – a reminder that even in the most intense moments, our thoughts and bodies can betray us with their primal impulses.

As I administered CPR, I felt a growing sense of unease. Was this just a coincidence, or was there something deeper at play? I became an ER doctor purely to save lives. There was no deeper, more primal reason right? The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that my mind was playing tricks on me. This wasn't about sex – it was about saving lives. But even as I convinced myself of that, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to it.

The minutes ticked by, and Anna's condition worsened. Her ECG waveform degenerated into PEA and then an agonal rhythm; the wide, slow, low-amplitude QRS complexes that were characteristic of the final failing attempts of a heart to beat. This rhythm that seemed to taunt him, with it's look almost looked like the sinus rhythm he sought but stretched far too wide and slow. Anna's situation was dire. Less than one percent of all patients who go into this rhythm survive. Again, I considered to myself, as I glanced at the code clock… 41:21.

"Get ready for another round," I said grimly, this time knowing full well that, were it not for the strange thoughts and feelings I was having now, I would've pronounced almost any other patient who presented with forty-plus minutes of downtime in an agonal rhythm. But I decided I'd worry about my ethics later.

We administered CPR, followed by another dose of epinephrine.We repeated this cycle several times – compressions, then cardiac drugs, then more compressions – but to no avail. Her heart continued to fail, its electrical activity still slowing and weakening, the agonal complexes growing yet wider and the time between them growing even longer. My staff glanced around nervously, no doubt wondering why I hadn't called this yet. I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. I ignored them and kept on. I called for another round of Epi and was met with the announcement that we maxed her out two doses ago, at around 64 minutes on the code clock. This realization was just setting in and my compressions began to slow and weaken…

But then, just as I opened my mouth to call the code, Anna's agonal rhythm gave way to ventricular fibrillation once more. I knew deep down it shouldn't mean anything and that I should still call it. I knew that there was basically no chance her heart would beat again and that, despite her pupils still being reactive on last check, there was good chance she was brain dead. And yet, when I spoke, instead of "Time of Death…", I heard myself say grimly, "Get ready for another round of defibrillations.."

Despite concerned glances around to each other, the team prepped the defibrillator and I gave another defibrillation, delivering a 360-joule charge to Anna's chest. As my team watched in silence, Anna's body responded to the shock. The soft soles of her feet scrunching as her chest rose into the air. Those perfect breasts bouncing softly as she landed and her feet relaxing, her soles smooth again. The trace on the ECG shot up and off the screen, then back down below it and rose back to a flat line. And it remained flat. I cast my gaze back down to my dead patient… for about 3 seconds before a tone came from the machine. I looked back up and saw a series of sinus complexes begin to run across the ECG.

The team glanced around nervously, exhausted from our efforts and unsure what fruit exactly they had born. I grabbed my stethoscope as even in my fervor I knew it was likely that after all of this that this was just more PEA… I lifted Anna's large left breast out of the way to place my stethoscope against her chest. I listened intently, a smile spreading slowly across my face as I heard the slow but steady "lub-dub" of the beat of her heart. And what's more, to everyone's shock, I saw her chest start to rise and fall, slowly and weakly, as we regained spontaneous respirations. She might yet survive this! That's when it happened, as I stood there listening to Anna's beating heart and breathing lungs, I felt it - a familiar sensation that seemed to grow with each passing moment. My arousal had returned, and I was stiffening in response to the rhythmic pulse of Anna's heartbeat, if only a little.

It was a totally jarring feeling, one that I couldn't shake despite my best efforts. I felt like I was betraying Anna somehow, like I was taking advantage of her vulnerability for my own gratification. But as I stood there, listening to the now strong, steady beat of her heart, I couldn't help but feel drawn in by its hypnotic rhythm. It was as if I had lost control, like I was trapped in some twisted fantasy where sex and life-saving were indistinguishable and I was enjoying the afterglow of one orgasm, preparing to have another.

As I moved the stethoscope around Anna's chest, listening to her heart beat from various points, I tried to force my mind back to the moment when she had arrested, trying to focus on the next steps for my patient, as we still didn't know why her heart had stopped. My attempts were fruitless and were interrupted by the sensation in my crotch, that gentle stirring that I could tell quickly was to grow into a full-blown erection. At first, it had been just a subtle lessening of its softness, but as I continued to listen to Anna's heartbeat, it grew harder and more insistent. It was like a tiny spark had been lit inside me, igniting what would become a roaring fire that threatened to consume me.

Continuing to listen, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at the thought of Anna's impending recovery. My shame was slowly being replaced with this sense of satisfaction… True, we had done something violent and, under different circumstances would be terrible, to save her life - we had shocked her heart back into beating, forced air into her lungs, and pumped blood through her veins by force. But in doing so, we had given her a second chance at life. And this thought further aroused me. With each beat, I felt myself becoming more and more aroused. The rhythmic pulse of her heartbeat seemed to be echoing through my entire body, drawing me in with its hypnotic power.

As I moved the stethoscope over above her left breast, I felt my erection pass what I would term semi-erect, firming up now, its length beginning to press against the inside of my pants. My cock was thickening now, its tip pulsing with every heartbeat like a tiny drumbeat in the darkness of my pants. With each beat of Anna's heart, its girth expanding as it filled with blood pushed by the beat of my own heart… or was it pulsating with every thud of her heartbeat? As I shifted my weight to get a better listen on the other side of her chest, my erection reached full bore status. I could swear that my cock was pulsing in rhythm with Anna's still strengthening heartbeat. It was as if we were connected on some deeper level, our bodies syncing up. The sensation was almost too much to bear - a mix of pleasure and shame that left me feeling breathless and exposed. It was now hard enough to visibly push against the fabric of my pants, its thickness causing me to worry that others might notice the obvious bulge against my scrubs.

I tried once more to focus on Anna's recovery, but it was no use. I was lost in the moment, completely absorbed by the sound of her heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she now breathed on her own. And then, without warning, she coughed lightly, a tiny wheeze that broke my concentration. It was nothing to worry about, merely the cough of a set of lungs which had not breathed on their own for over an hour. But the cough caused her breasts to move in a gentle wave-like motion, shaking slightly with each inhale and exhale of her stilted breath. The gel and electrodes covering her chest glistened in the light, highlighting the beauty of her large pale breasts and the delicate pink nipples that seemed to be beckoning me closer with each gentle motion back and forth.

As I watched, transfixed, Anna's coughing grew more insistent and stronger, and her breasts continued to move in time with it, their increased shaking paired with the pounding of her heart beat sending waves of pleasure through my body. The motion of her breasts was very similar to what I had earlier imagined would happen when we were… otherwise engaged. I felt my mind start to flash back to that earlier fantasy. I heard the same beep of the monitors, saw the same motion of breasts and belly her before me in reality and I went back to that place, drifting off to the beep of the ECG monitor… but as I came back into the fantasy this time the equipment was there to monitor her pleasure as I made love to her. Her heart rate was rising as her passion grew, the electrodes picking up every beat of her racing heart like a drumbeat in my ear.

As I continued to go deeper in the fantasy, she was moaning softly as I touched her breasts, the defibrillator gel providing a slick surface for my hands to glide across her skin, playing with her nipples. The motion of her breasts as she coughed and breathed in reality was so much like it was now - gentle and shaking, sending waves of pleasure through me like a tidal wave.

As I imagined this fantasy playing out, I felt myself getting harder still in reality. My erection was straining against the inside of my pants, its pressure building to a crescendo. And then, suddenly, in reality Anna's coughing grew more insistent. Her breasts continued to move in time with her coughing and breathing, their now far less subtle shaking advancing the fantasy in mind. I saw myself begin thrusting harder, and faster… sending waves of pleasure through my body.

It was too much for me to handle… I left the fantasy, it was no longer needed. I still had one hand on her neck feeling her pulse, the other moving my stethoscope around her chest to listen to that intoxicating heartbeat. Despite not so much as a single touch, my cock was the hardest it had ever been in my life, and I was certain now that it throbbed in time to Anna's heartbeat. I had never known arousal like this in my entire life. I knew what was coming next and I tried to stifle it, to hold back and regain control. But it was too late. The tidal wave of pleasure swelled in my mind and finally exploded with such force I literally saw stars for a moment. It took every bit of my will not to let my legs buckle or to moan aloud right there in the trauma bay. My head swam and I felt pleasure the likes of which I had never experienced. My ejaculation burst forth in a rush of warm liquid, spilling onto the inside of my thigh like a waterfall. Even as I began to cum, I was still intensely aware of Anna's heartbeat pounding above it all… I could swear that I could feel the waves of semen arrive in cadence with Anna's heartbeat.

As I felt my body release from its pent-up tension, my cock begin to soften post-ejaculation and I regained my breath and my senses. I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. It was as if some deep-seated lifelong need had finally been sated, leaving me feeling empty and drained. There was no denying what I knew now… I looked down at Anna's chest, still rising and falling with each steady beat, her breasts moving in time with every breath she took. I lifted my stethoscope from where it sat in its final location, back beneath her left breast. The red ring it left from the force I had applied trying to control my orgasm was thankfully covered immediately by her breast as I let it drop back down and withdrew my stethoscope to hang around my neck.

I gazed down as subtly as possible and was likewise unbelievably relieved to find that my load had somehow not soaked visibly through my scrubs. I quickly scanned the room, checking to make sure none of the other staff had noticed my absent-minded "daydreaming" or the massive erection I had been sporting for the last few minutes. I had no idea how long I had actually been standing here asculating Anna, but everyone seemed to be focused on Anna's recovery, oblivious to my dark secret. I let out a quiet sigh of relief, ordered follow up labs and a 12 lead ECG so we could start working to find out what had caused Anna's arrest and carefully extracted myself from the situation.

I made my way back to the nurses' station, trying to compose myself as I went, for what good that did. My mind swirled, thoughts of what I had just learned, or perhaps more truthfully admitted, about myself and what that meant for a man who had taken a career in the ER… Once there, I quietly slipped away to change my underwear, feeling a confusing but exhilarating mix of relief, shame, excitement, and guilt at what had just happened. But as I imagined myself looking down once more at Anna's chest, rising and falling with each steady breath, her heart beating beneath her left breast because of what I had just done, of the life she would be able to now lead… I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride and arousal again.

#resus #resuscitation #resus writing #defibrillation #cardiophile thoughts #defib #cpr #dark cardiophilia #female patient

87 notes · View notes