Who Does This To Me I Want

Reblog if you want to lay on someone's bare chest and listen to their heartbeat.

Elle has a need for chest compressions again...

It was a crisp October afternoon when Elle wandered into the local Halloween shop, its shelves filled with ghoulish decorations and eerie props. She moved through the aisles, admiring the ghostly figures and plastic tombstones, when something caught her eye. Nestled among the fake blood and rubber bats was a display of anatomical heart stress-balls. They were surprisingly detailed, with veins and arteries painted, the texture soft and slightly squishy to the touch.

Elle's heart skipped a beat. She picked one up, turning it over in her hands, feeling the simulated contours of a human heart. It was almost too perfect. With her new-found fascination, she couldn’t resist buying it. She carried it to the register, her excitement barely contained.

Once home, Elle went straight to her room, eager to experiment with her latest find. She lay on her bed, the anatomical heart stress-ball clutched in her hand. Closing her eyes, she placed it over her chest, just above her own heart. She imagined it beating in sync with her own, visualizing each pump, each rhythmic contraction.

Her mind wandered to more vivid, intense scenarios. She thought about the hands that had compressed her chest, the lifeguards at the pool, the paramedics, and the mysterious stranger she had met in London. A shiver ran down her spine as she envisioned those same hands pressing down on the heart stress-ball, feeling it compress beneath their fingers.

The thought of CPR had become more than just a medical procedure for her. It was an intimate dance between life and death, a connection forged in the most primal of circumstances. She squeezed the stress-ball, imagining the force needed to compress her actual heart, the precision, and the care.

She knew it was time for more CPR. There was something about the act, the closeness, and the control, that had become a fixation for her. She wanted to experience it again, to feel the hands on her chest, the breath filling her lungs.

Elle picked up her phone and scrolled through her contacts, searching for someone she trusted, someone who understood. She hesitated for a moment before dialing a number.

"Hey, it's Elle," she said when the call connected. "Are you free tonight? I have something I want to try..."

Heres my first vid! I decided to do kinda a calm heartbeat rec so yall could get the basis of my heart. I did have a little too much caffeine this moring so my heart was kinda thumpy.

Hi my loves 💓 hope everything goes well. Let’s enjoy my fast and strong heartbeat ^^

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I’m very excited to post so my heart is pounding as well💓

Did you enjoyed my skippy heart ?

@darknesshell22 - "Could you shoot a topless video where you listen to your heart with a stethoscope, and you have a cardiac arrest?" (I couldn't keep the stethoscope on me while moving my hands / moving around - sorry!)

@cubbyninja420 - "Could you do a cardiac arrest one? Where you have a heart attack??"

Ok - first attempt! With some creative audio editing. Please be kind! And let me know what you think!

‘X’ marks the spot 💁🏻‍♀️

tfw ur sexually invested in the doki doki

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