Here’s what happened: my coworker went to the dollar store on her lunch break yesterday and decided to get everyone a box of hot tamales. I LOVED hot tamales in high school but haven’t had them for years for several reasons. It was such a thoughtful gesture, so I opened the box and had a handful.
My stomach has been out of commission for over 24 hours. My heart rate has been elevated. I barely slept last night.
Three years ago, I worked hard to cut back on caffeine and completely cut out processed sugar in the form of candy. I did this because I realized that my POTS flares were tied to my sugar and caffeine intake, and I needed to prioritize my healthy, my body, and frankly my safety.
Three years without candy means that when it comes back, it will WREAK. HAVOK.
I’ve told this coworker before that I can’t do candy. That the occasional cookie or chocolate is fine, but I have to do it in moderation, with care and control.
She thought she was doing something nice. She had no malicious intent.
But please - if someone tells you they can’t eat something, don’t give it to them as a ‘treat.’ This isn’t a diet fad thing of “oooh, candy, I’m being so BAD.” This is about the health of my heart. You have no idea what that temptation is like. I failed, and now I’m hideously sick.
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Super visible heartbeat after some exercises. My heart is all the time hammering like this in my chest, when I do some exercises…you can feel it so clearly
fandom - initial d relationship - keikumi warnings - explicit sex word count - 2100+ notes - keisuke gets a ride in takumi’s car, and then he gets a ride in takumi’s car.
Keisuke is strapped in and watching Takumi drive and there is a building heat scorching through his veins, his fingertips are itching with want — and there is so much that he wants. He wants to race him, wants to drive side-by-side with him, wants to kiss him in his bucket seat and feel the gear shift dig into his leg and all of the cracks in Takumi’s dry lips. He wants to feel Takumi’s hands just as confident on him as they are gripping the wheel.
He knows that if they actually race now, it’ll be his lights in Takumi’s mirror and the prospect of losing has never thrilled him more.
A Fated Cardiophile Encounter: Part 3 (Final) (VERY NSFW)
Quickly shaken from his trance, he followed her eagerly to her bedroom, sitting on the bed, as he was instructed.
She made her way over to him and sat on his lap, straddling him while he sits-eye level with her breasts.
“Now, listen.”
She suddenly pulled his head into her chest, his ear directly over her apex, nestled right between her breasts.
The sound of her heart boomed in his ear.
It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.
He closed his eyes as the sound of her lifeforce thrashed against the side of his head, filling his ears with the beautiful cacophony of sounds coming from the contraction of her valves.
She began bucking her hips against his dick, moving slowly at first.
As the sound crashed against his ear, he noticed it had gotten faster as his stiffened cock began rubbing against her clit, making her squirm on top of him. The more she moved, the harder it would pound.
He could feel it pushing against his face with each expansion, his face fitting so perfectly between her breasts, almost as if it was meant to be there.
She then tore her heart away from him and reached over to her nightstand.
He was out of breath from the experience. She stopped for a moment to listen to how his beating heart was interrupting his breathing and she smirked.
Oh how she adored that.
Within the drawer showed that she had a shiny new stethoscope awaiting this very moment.
She got off of him for just a moment, to take her jeans and bra off, then finally sliding her panties down her sleek legs.
He took this cue and slid his own pants off, his sizable cock being revealed.
She looked him up and down, seeing how his visible heartbeat was matching up perfectly with his cock’s beating.
She stood, looking down at him, her gaze drifting from his manhood to his protruding heart at regular intervals,
This was heaven.
She chuckled slightly as she slowly placed the stethoscope into her ears.
His expression must have shown her his disappointment as he felt he wouldn’t be able to hear her heavenly sounds again.
“Oh, don’t look so sad” she walked, flaunting every asset she had with each step, spinning the steth teasingly as she went. On top of her dresser she fetched another, slightly worn but still perfectly good stethoscope.
“I haven’t forgotten about you, darling”
She crawled onto the bed, laying on her back, beckoning him over.
He did as she asked, placing his hands on either side of her.
She then, with a touch as gentle as the wind placed the earpieces into their place in his ears.
She hissed “The only thing I want more than to hear you fuck me, is to watch you listen to me while you cum”.
She arched her back, forcing her heart outward, making it more visible than ever.
He shivered just the same as he did before. This was a dream come true.
Her breasts shook with each beat.
He couldn’t look away. This was perfect.
As she placed her steth against his chest, he was brought out of his trance with the cold end of the bell
He shook himself into composure, placing the end of his own toy onto its rightful place in the center of her chest.
The sounds of each of their hearts boomed in the other’s ear.
He let his throbbing member slide against her begging pussy, feeling how slick the entire experience has made her.
He let her feel his pulsating dick
There would be more to come.
As he let out a deep breath, he slid himself into her, she heard his heart skip over itself. This made her entrance tighten for a second around his shaft.
His heart was at 130
Hers was at 120
Her heart threw a skip as he entered her.
He let out a pleasured groan, he was so overwhelmed. Nothing could be better.
He was wrong.
As he began moving his hips, their hearts began racing.
Both pounding in unison.
Both being heard.
His was 140
Hers was 130
She arched her back further and made eye contact with him as she reached for his hand, taking over holding the bell of his steth for him.
She placed his hand over her heart much the same as before “listen to my heart struggle” she breathlessly requested.
His was 145
Hers was 140
He gasped as she took a deep breath in, showing off how visible her heart becomes yet again, but this time she had no intention of letting her breath out so soon as she did before.
He locked eyes with her PMI as she placed his thumb directly over it, watching it move up and down with each labored movement.
It initially slowed, much like before, but it quickened so much faster.
She, still having her hand around his, pushed his thumb into her heart again, only harder this time.
With the sudden pressure, her heart let out a panicked PVC, which they both felt.
As they both moaned, her heart kept getting faster, more missed beats were being thrown about as her heart thrashed.
His was 140
Hers was 155
His hips bucked and thrusted into her. Her heart being squeezed under his thumb. It was so pronounced as its beats became more frantic from the lack of oxygen and the pressure of his hand.
He pushed into her ribcage with each thrust, with small fibrillation being thrown every so often.
He was in heaven.
She was in heaven.
155
170
Her chest heaved as her body craved air.
Her heart was begging for release.
Her body was lusting for more.
165
175
He began moving his cock in and out of her with each beat, which became increasingly difficult as her heart was out of control
They were both close.
As their climaxes rose, so did their heart rates.
Her heart was missing more beats that not, kicking and screaming against his steth and oppressive hand.
She couldn’t hold it anymore.
She let out her air and her heart let out a dozen fibrillated beats before she let out all the air in her lungs and held it out.
165
180
His eyes rolled back ad her heart stumbled, losing all rhythm, her entire left breast was being lifted by her straining heart. Her entire heart’s outline could be seen as it shook her entire body, her breasts quaking with the intense movement of the muscle beneath.
He was gonna cum
She was gonna cum
Faster and faster
180
190
She inhaled a gasp of air as she threw her head back and exclaimed;
“My heart’s gonna fucking explode”
“Make my heart explode”
With the sudden rush of air to her system, her blood pressure skyrocketed, making her heart push out of her chest.
The pleasure was too much
200
210
Thrusting into her, hearing her screaming heart.
Feeling him inside of her, hearing his bellowing heart.
It was heaven.
They were in heaven.
Together, they came in the most beautiful unison.
Chests heaving, hearts slowing, they gazed into each others eyes.
After a few minutes, she finally uttered “Wow…that was..”
“Yeah…wow…” he replied.
He was still in disbelief. This couldn’t have been real. He was waiting to hear his alarm clock sound and for this dream to be over.
She pulled her hand up from its place on the steth and caressed his cheek.
“Heh, come here”
She pulled him down on top of her, guiding his head to rest in the center of her chest.
Her heart had slowed, but he could hear it was already recovering.
The slow, powerful beats lulled his still hammering muscle into calming itself as well.
He could hear her voice vibrate through her chest as she spoke.
“We should do this again sometime” she said, her intention very clear in the lightness of her words.
