Romans & histoires Five Heartbeats I Feel Like Going On

Do you feel the same spark? LimberJack: I bet you do, but please answer me baby. LonelyGirl: Yes. 100% yes. LonelyGirl: I feel like I can't breath. My pulse is racing and my heart is pounding like I'm freaking running a race. LimberJack: I know you are my needy girl, but this is a marathon, not a sprint. Stay with me. I'm stroking myself so slowly it's almost painful just so I can cum with you.

I definitely couldn’t dwell on that at the moment. Breathing deeply seemed to be helping. I checked my heart rate again and saw that it was falling. Normally, my resting heartbeat is slow, like 50 bpm, so it had been working a lot harder than usual. I was glad I hadn’t tried to take Eliza’s exact footage and stick it in Cadence’s mind without building it from my own memory because who knows what that might’ve done to me.

The strikes are evenly spaced, perfectly timed, each one landing with the confidence of someone who expects the world to shift out of their way. The rhythm grows louder, closer, winding up through the walls until it seems to reverberate inside my chest, inside my very bones. My pulse starts syncing with it despite my efforts to remain calm, and I hate that it's already dictating my breath, already controlling something as basic as the beating of my own heart.

“You need to eat more and get more sleep. The cold takes a lot out of you, especially when you’re already low.” “I’m fine.” “Hmm.” She watched me like she could hear my fear. “Come see me later if your heartbeat keeps going a million beats a second.” “It won’t,” I said too fast. She nodded like she’d given me a chance to lie and I’d taken it.

I whisper, trying to create a sense of safety amidst the tension. Even though I was telling her to relax, it felt like I should be telling that to my own heart instead. It was pounding intensely, each beat resonating through my chest with alarming force, as if it were a ticking time bomb on the verge of exploding. The rapid thumping was so relentless that I could feel the blood rushing in my ears, heightening my sense of worry.

I held onto my chest and took deep breaths. Fuck. This isn’t good. Why does my heart keep on beating like a hundred miles per hour?

I watch him sit up on the bed looking at me like I have grown two heads. "Who are you? And….. what are you doing in my bed?" I ask him quickly and stammer a bit. Because of the hangover, my brain is hazy now. I can't collect anything about this guy. But, My heartbeat is fast. Beating ten times faster than its normal speed. I'm feeling like I'm going to get a heart attack soon. Why is it acting like this? What happens to my heart? I watch him shuffle off the bed and walk in my direction.

She was swinging my hand repeatedly as she bounced gleefully. I exhaled. I might as well give it a try. What could go wrong? "Let's go. Just once" I replied and Alfred winked. .. I was wrong. Many things could go wrong. I remember saying this two times and so many things went wrong. Like when I agreed to stay the night in New Hampshire and things went south and we had to share a room or when I had agreed to get Alfred to fall in love with me, thinking 'nothing can absolutely go wrong' and well look at me now. I'm supposed to make someone's heart beat fast but I'm the one whose heart is beating wildly.

I can't accept every beat I heard. It's annoying. It's so annoying that it feels like this. With that jerk. I wish someone can pull out my heart make this beating stop. But sadly no one can... Maybe I'm just stupid to know what this is.... Or maybe not. To be continued.......

The steady thump-thump-thump of his heart was racing wildly beneath my cheek matched the lingering fire in my own veins. “I do, your heart is beating like crazy."