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In the still of the night…. Make me yours👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

….. bad girl …. ;P xxx

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had to run after a bus earier today, and when i got on, i felt my heart skip two beats in a row. TWO. when she normally never does, even if i try my best to get reactions. they were really hard skips too. i could feel myself blushing the entire ride lol. such a meanie, being all jumpy when she knows i can't listen </3

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Politely thumping 😌

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Lay on my chest while you tell me about your day

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The quality has me wet tbh idk

You can probably hear that tho

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Heartbeat

Imagine sharing such a sweet intimate moment with your best friend and comparing each other's hearts...

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Laboured breathing with heart sound is something a few people have requested -- here it is, finally!

A little writing to go with, since it's been a while. 😊

The heat of the steam room felt amazing after my cold swim and I was already tired. It was no surprise that I fell asleep. I wake, alone, and I have no idea whether hours or minutes have passed. But something is wrong. My skin feels hot and tight, and as I stagger from the steam room, through the deserted pool area, my breathing is laboured and my heart is pounding like it wants to escape the confines of my ribs.

Continued below the cut.

TW: Only slightly dark and can have a happy or sad ending, depending on how you choose to continue it in your mind.

You're a life guard returning to duty outside the pool area, and when I emerge, you take one look at me and blanch.

"Sit down!" you bark, gesturing to a bench as you grab a medical bag from behind the desk.

I sit, light-headed, the pounding of my heart throbbing in my ears. I barely notice the cold of your stethoscope as you press it to my left breast. My heartbeat fills both our ears now, fast and irregular.

"You're experiencing severe heatstroke," you say, briefly meeting my eyes before searching around us. Catching the gaze of another lifeguard down the hall: "Run for a stretcher and call 911, I don't like how her heart sounds!"

There isn't room on the bench to lie down, but you place one cool hand behind my neck for support as you continue to listen to the frantic pumping of my overheated heart.

I ask, "Am I going to be okay? I didn't mean to fall asleep..." My words come out a little slurred and I feel panic starting to seep into the corners of my mind.

You hear my heart pick up even more speed. "Stay calm," you say. "I'll take care of you. Your heart is overworked and struggling to maintain rhythm. I've sent a colleague for help, so you just need to hang on for a few minutes, okay?"

I try to nod, but my heart skips a beat and I gasp instead. My vision is going brown.

Your brow creases and you move your stethoscope below my exposed breast, listening at the triscuspid valve. My throbbing heart rocks your hand with every beat, making it all the more noticeable how irregular it is.

You look at my eyes again and then down the hall. There's no sign of anyone.

Disconcertingly, a small smile comes to your lips. To me, you say gently: "I hate to tell you this, but your heart is going to fail soon. Before we can do anything to help you. Try not to panic, I'm going to stay here with you."

My eyes go wide but I can barely breathe, let alone respond.

You continue at a low volume, almost murmuring into my ear. "I'm going to have my stethoscope right here over your heart as it fails. Do you feel how it's stumbling? Tripping over itself trying to keep you conscious? It can't do that much longer--maybe just a few seconds, or a minute at most. I can hear the valves opening and closing, every last squeeze of that poor, dying muscle. You treated it badly and now it's giving up on you."

My vision is going spotty, fading from brown to black. Am I still breathing? I can't tell anymore, I can't feel anything but the pounding in my chest, hear anything but the soft murmur of your words. They're somehow both terrifying and reassuring, and almost seductive.

"Your heart is going to stop in the next few seconds," I hear you whisper. I think I'm slumping against you but my body is beginning to feel far away. Your voice comes once more, tickling my ear and throat. "This is it, this is the last time your heart beats under its own power. But don't worry, soon it will be under mine."

My heart thuds hard, then pauses for an immeasurably long time. It thuds again, almost a kick against my ribs. The last thing I hear is your soft sigh of pleasure as it goes still.

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heartbeat sound after exercise. A strong heartbeat can be seen in the chest

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POV you're about to be suffocated

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Testing out the new phone mic and not me not needing my earbuds to hear this???? 😭

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a classic from the archives.

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the absolute worst thing ever about going to the movies is the unpredictability- you don't know if there's gonna be anything heart related, and if there is its not like you can just get up and run out of the theatre. i can't tell you how many times i've had to just sit and listen to a loud heartbeat booming throughout the whole theatre and feel my face get hotter and my heart rate climb the longer it went on 💔

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So, I bought a doppler (Angelsound Fetal Heart Detector) and decided to have a little fun with it. This is my own heartbeat recorded and accidentally filmed onto the tiny little Q3HD Handy Video Recorder. I brought the Fetal Heart Detector to the studio and everyone was very curious to hear their own heartbeats. The results were fascinating! You can hear your own little unstoppable generator working full power on! Your inner sound. Something you never think of in ordinary casual life. Each heartbeat is so different, so unique. The fast and loud one, another is quiet and slow. Gurgling, arrhythmic,very crisp and melodious heartbeats. Then it gets better, everyone in the studio shares the heartbeats with each other. And here we are, standing close, looking into each others eyes and sharing our inner sounds. Something very sacred and intimate, something personal and unique. I could easily say that this little tiny heart-listening machine brought people together in seconds! The vibe of the group has changed. Its very uplifting. Somehow I consider this as a performance. We tried to manipulate the heartbeat sound by thinking of different things. Then we compared female’s and male’s heartbeat sounds. There is a slight difference. One person from the studio had a lot of erotic magazines for collage work and we even tried that. Males and females had to look at the pictures and while another person read out loud vulgar stories from the magazines. Funny enough female’s heart rate speeds up quickly than male’s. On this note a few people from the group suggested to record the heartbeats of masturbating people or people having sex and a few even wanted to volunteer for it. So people are very curious of what happens inside of us while those processes. And I think, aesthetically this would be a good way of documenting such activities.

Thinking to develop it into a full performance piece.