Female self-stething story

She’d made sure the parcel was delivered on a day she was home – the chance of it being handed to someone else was simply unthinkable. She’d set up a dummy online account just for this purchase, so that her partner wouldn’t see it in their order history. This was so secret – so profoundly intimate to her – that she couldn’t bear the thought of even him knowing.

And it was something she wished she’d bought years ago. “Cardiophilia” was a new term to her – a name for the ‘weird thing’ she knew from being little was such an integral part of her. All these years she’d struggled to suppress it, so intensely ashamed - even a little scared - was she of ‘it’.

Accidentally stumbling across a fetish group on some random porn site had been a revelation for her. A sudden realisation that she wasn’t the only one with the ‘weird thing’ – and not only that, but that it had a name. She was a Cardiophile. She had silently repeated the word over and over in her head. It had made her cry, such was the relief – a massive weight of self-hating and confusion had lifted literally overnight.

And so, with her newly-found Cardiophile-confidence, she had bought one. Only a cheap one, but that didn’t matter. The fact was that she had one, and now it was here. She had butterflies as she took the package from the delivery driver – a mixture of nerves and sheer excitement.

She had envisaged taking her time - having her first ‘listen’ some time later that week when she’d got used to the idea. But now it was here she just couldn’t wait – she was upstairs in her bedroom hurriedly tearing off her top before the delivery van had backed off the drive.

With trembling hands she removed it from its packaging. The rubbery smell of the tubing, the weight of the chest-piece…. she had never touched one before, and just handling it was arousing. It felt ‘clinical’… special. And she knew this simple piece of equipment was about to give her the most intimate experience of her life….

She took off her bra and sat topless on the edge of the bed. She carefully put the earpieces in her ears and looked down at her chest. Her nipples were already hard, bristling with expectant arousal. Instinctively, without even thinking, she began to softly caress her chest…. stroke her breasts …. lightly brush her nipples…. eventually letting her palm come to rest gently over her apex.

There it was – that magical ‘tap-tap’. Even with the lightest of pressure she could feel her heart. Heck, how she loved that sensation. Since learning it wasn’t ‘wrong’ she had done this over and over, almost as if she were trying to make up for the years of blocking it out - cupping her left breast and palpating the throbbing of her beating muscle in her own chest.

Until her ‘cardiophile awakening’ she hadn’t realised this part of her heart was called ‘the apex’ – but it had very quickly become her favourite spot on her chest. Knowing the tip of her heart was so close there that she could dig a finger between the ribs and almost touch it was wondrous. And she knew without having to think that this was where she wanted to place the diaphragm first. The first-ever heart sound she would hear would be her apical beat…..

Quivering slightly in anticipation, she lifted the chest-piece to the spot where the curve of her breast met her chest wall. As she pushed the diaphragm into the soft flesh there – half on her breast, half against her ribcage – the unexpected steely coldness of the metal sent a ripple of goosebumps across her creamy-white skin, making her catch her breath.

And then all of a sudden …… there it was. Her heartbeat. Her most private, internal sound. The constant drumming deep within her …… the sound of her little pump. Rhythmically pounding away in her chest.

She’d pictured this scene in her head so many times, but nothing could have prepared her for hearing her heartbeat for the first time. It was so loud, so clear …. So bassy, so thumpy…..

She sat still for a while just listening, letting the initial flood of emotions wash over her. She was close to tears – it felt so liberating and so self-accepting to finally allow herself to enjoy a moment like this. She was also so intensely turned on – sensually aware of her own body in a way she’d never even been close to before. There was a warmth radiating from between her legs and up through her core, filling her with such a sexual aching it was almost too much to bear. And in there somewhere was also a tinge of sadness that she had no-one she could share this with…..

As the initial euphoria of the moment subsided a little, she focused properly on what she was hearing. She concentrated intently on the sound of every lub-dub, the rhythm, the rate …. She pictured what her heart must look like now, forcefully contracting then relaxing. A constant throbbing, rippling mass of muscle – now frantically dancing in her chest in giddy excitement of being heard for the very first time.

And god was it excited. She had a naturally high BPM anyway – around 85 at rest. But it was now pumping like crazy. The sheer thrill of the moment was mind-blowing - listening to her heart respond to the arousal induced by the hearing of it. A magical cardiophillic spiral of heartbeats and passion, each driving the other to ever-headier heights ….

Without her even realising, her fingers had found their way inside her knickers, a warm tingling wetness already there to greet them. She pushed the diaphragm harder into her apex as she instinctively began to grind herself against her little hand, gently rocking her hips so that her clit rhythmically rubbed up against the soft pads of her fingertips.

She was dizzy… breathless …. now completely immersed in the symphony exploding in her ears. At this moment in time there was nothing else – it was just her and her heart …. and the desperate need to cum.

God how she needed to cum. To hear her heart as she climaxed was now the only thing that mattered in the whole world. This overwhelming, all-consuming heart-horniness had taken even her by surprise – she had never imagined that hearing her own heart would ignite such a raw, rampant, frenzied urge to masturbate.

But it had. And now she found herself rolling over onto her front, her long-time favourite position to pleasure herself – the steth painfully pressed between her chest and the mattress as she allowed her weight to bear down on it. The pain only added to her arousal, the juices now literally seeping down the baby-soft skin on the inside of her thighs.

Her fingers were frantically working her clit – vigorously, almost violently, stimulating it in time with her beats.

Oh god – her beats. Those beats thundering in her ears. Those beats inciting such a level of arousal in her that she wanted to scream, her body on the verge of exploding. To her own amazement, she began verbalising aloud what she was feeling ….. “Oh my god….” she growled into her pillow …. “That’s your heart ….. your listening to your own fucking heartbeat …. frigging yourself to your own little pump…..”

Saying the words out loud somehow turned her on even more - the fire in her tummy burned so strong she felt nauseous, like she was about to pass out. Her beats were so fast she could barely distinguish the ‘lubs’ from the ‘dubs’. Her fingers had given up trying to match her heart and she was now rubbing herself manically with the whole of her palm.

“You’re gonna cum ….” She groaned out loud, the words almost choking her as her pulse hammered in her throat …. “You’re gonna cum while you listen to your heart …. Hear your own heart as you orgasm…..”

And a few seconds later - her heart hammering so hard she felt it was about to burst - she did…..