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I can't recall exactly when I first listened to my heart beat, but I recall feeling mesmerized and a little uncomfortable at the same time. It made a strong impression and I became compelled to listen again whenever I could.

Hello, I was wondering if there's a rule on necro-ing threads (i.e. reviving an old thread that is months/years old with a post)? I've seen some threads I'd like to post in but the last post is old, so I'm not sure.

Just curious about what sounds people find annoying :P

As for me, it's things like dripping taps, loud chewing, revving engines of a car/motorbike and screaming kids. Sometimes ticking clocks can be irritating too.

How do I do this? There's no option to upload an image...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeGhazPjhoA Phil Collins - Mama

welcome PineMarten

I haven't been with a straight-up cardiophile yet, but I did have 3 partners that were very acceptive of it. allowed me to do what I pleased.

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Okay out of the ones we have left here... How about 12?

Hi all! Nice to see so many new faces

It depends on the situation, If it is with a lover then ear steth 100% of the time. Well, sometimes with a steth to make it a little more adventurous in the bedroom.

If it is with another cardiophile Steth first then ask if you can ear steth.

In the style of ERBoH: Mozart vs Skrillex:
I WAS LISTENING TO MY HEART SINCE I WAS ONLY 4 YEARS OLD. if you would like to read that story the go on to my post of ALL ABOUT ME.

I had some opportunities to use steths back when I was in school, but everyone was always too noisy, so I didn't get to hear anything. The first time I could use one and actually hear something was just with a toy stethoscope.

I never have, but it could be nice to meet someone with the same interest. I'm not really sure how to talk about being fascinated by hearts in conversation (outside a biology/medical context)

I prefer stethoscope, since I currently don't have someone I'm close enough with to listen by ear. I think getting into someone's personal space like that (ear steth) requires a lot of mutual trust

Sorry it took so long, my new SNHU schooling program just strted and I have less time now, but I am still willinf and able to do this, just a bit slower.

Chapter 2: My Neighborly Experience: Crushes Ahoy!

The Neighbor in question for the following stories is the same person. She was my first friend, first crush and first interest. Even though I wanted her many times to be mine. She never was, and I am fine with her decision.

This story is the first time I was at least mentally attracted to her. Also, it’s my first Steth story with her. She was a big part of my life and for my love of everyone’s tickers.

About three and a half years later when I was eight, I walked over to PJ’s house one day to be babysat there instead of my house because she had to watch another friend’s daughter. It was a common thing for me. At that time, I had no interest in girls or women at that point until the end of this story. But I had brought along with me, a small bag of stuff to have fun at her house. In the bag was my Gameboy with a few games, a couple of manga books and my second stethoscope that I had gotten from the family doc.
The day went without a hitch, for several hours, until the daughter, lets call her Ash for now, got into my bag (for the game system) but instead on that day, pulled out my stethoscope. She asked me what this is? I pleaded for her to give it back. Like with any two other bickering children. This commotion brought out PJ from the kitchen. Calling for the two of us to calm down. Pj spotted the stethoscope in Ash’s hands and asked where Ash had gotten that from.  Ash dropped it, pointed at me and I ran to pick it up. Once I got it, Pj then asked me where I got it from and I explained to her that my doctor gave it to me. (Pj just to let everyone know, is a nurse. She has worked at different hospitals, so she has moved in and out of the house next to mine. She was also the babysitter on the street when she didn’t have to work at the hospital.)

Pj was surprised by this and asked me, “Does it work?” I responded with, “Yes, it does, wanna test it?” She said sure and took it from my hands and then she sat Ash up on the couch and asked of she could listen to her heart and lungs. Ash accepted with the demand that she gets to listen, too. Pj agreed and gave Ash a thorough steth checkup. Then Pj let Ash listen to herself, then let ash listen to her. After that was all said and done. She cleaned the bell and came over to me asked me to get up on the couch. I walked over and got myself onto the couch and sat there nervous, knowing what was about to occur.

She came up to me and asked me, “May I have a listen, John?” I couldn’t get out the word yes, so I shook my head, Yes. She then asked me to take off my shirt so she could hear better. I took it off, which before she even listened caused my heart to beat faster. When I did that Ash quipped, Look, we both have the same round things.” Pointing to my chest. Pj spoke loudly, “ASH!” Ash   chuckled and skipped away to the kitchen to pet the cats.

Then Pj turned back to me and then put the stethoscope in her ears and the bell onto my chest. Instantly she said, “Wow, it’s really fast, are you nervous, John? I shook my head with a jittery yes. At that moment I could no longer stare at her face. My eight year old eyes dropped down and stared a thousand yards down her shirt. This didn’t really affect me, as I was too scared anyways. After a minute of stething, she gently grabbed my chin and tilted my head to look straight into her eyes. Then she asked me to calm down and take deep breaths. This didn’t help I was almost hyperventilating at this point. I told Pj to place her hand on the middle of my back and to press upon the top of my chest with her other hand to arch my back. She hesitated at first, but I pushed her to do it, while she was still wearing the steth. When she did it, this immediately had an affect on me. My breathing slowed down to normal and my heartrate dropped back to normal, too. She listened to it happen and she was both scared and amazed. Because when that happened my heart rate went from around 130 to 60. When it went to 60, she whipped me back up. This caused my heartrate to jump back up to around 90. She then let out a sigh of relief and said that my heartrate drop scared her. She then said that she was amazed by it, too. Wondering why she asked me, “Why and how does that happen to me?” I responded that, “I don’t know why but that my doctor does it with the same results.” Other than my heartrate and my breathing slowing down I tend to look like I am blacking out, but I am completely conscious through it all. I can still do this today, just not standing up unless you are able to hold me up.

Once, even she calmed down I asked her if I could listen to her and she shook her head yes. Then I got to listen to her when she put the earpieces into my ears and she put the bell into my right hand, then she showed me all of the stething spots on her, trying her best not to expose herself, but accidentally she did when she moved it to the mitral position. This caused me to remember breastfeeding from my mother, I then got glassy eyed and she asked me, “why was I crying?” Something came over me and I collapsed onto her chest, crying for no apparent reason. She then spotted that her nipple was out and she held me close and took out the steth from my ears and then held my head. It rested at the top of her chest with my right ear making contact. I was able to hear her heartbeat again which this time it caused me to be relaxed a second time. I stopped crying and sighed, then I began to laugh. She asked, “What was so funny?”  I stopped laughing and began to listen again, then she pulled my head away and asked again, “John, what was so funny?” I then said to her, “one moment I was crying loudly, then the next I was not, all while listening to the same thing.” She got a kick out of that, too. After that she apologized about the nip slip and that turned me a nice shade of red. She then said to me, John, did I just...” I quickly turned my head away, then she said, “Well, what do you have to say about this?” I told her, “I think you are a beautiful lady and that I would like to be with you one day like my mom and dad.” She laughed once and said, “Thank you for the offer, John, but I have to respectfully decline.”

I then took my stethoscope off the couch and began to listen to my heartbeat as I was rejected. I sat there grumpy, if only just for a moment thanks to my heartbeat.

By the time my parent came and picked me up, I had almost completely forgot about this. I say almost, because if I did, you wouldn’t be reading about this.

This ends another story of my life. The Heartbeat is truly a Song of Storms, is it not?