Stethoscope Fetish

I stumbled upon this Craigslist posting I couldn’t believe my eyes. Wow, good for this guy for putting himself out there. Yes, to those who don’t share the interest this might seem obscure. But you have to hand it to him for being completely up front about what he’s looking for. Hopefully getting posted on this blog will win him some publicity. 

Unfortunately Craigslist has a bit of a stigma to it, largely thanks to the always-naked crowd seen in the Casual Encounters section as well as criminal activity you hear about on the news. Fact is, most normal people have bought a piece of furniture, found a job or in some cases a significant other on Craigslist. 

Because it reaches so many people, it makes sense that this is where he’s posting. If somebody made a website for people that want their heart and lungs listened to, the fraction of the population that would actually come across it compared to Craigslist would be meek at best. Hopefully this guy is actually cool and has good luck.

It occurred to me that the fabulous couple three posts down probably aren’t the only ones that thought of incorporating a stethoscope into their engagement photos. 

Five minutes of Googling yielded me three examples of great joy. I’ll start with my absolute favorite.

I’m a sucker for a girl who permeates confidence and compassion at the same time. Even though you can tell they’re goofing around and having a good time with it you know for a fact just by the way she’s looking at him that she fully intends on taking care of his heart in multiple ways forever. 

A lot more playful but very cute. Do you think she meant to match the stethoscope to her shoes? Even with example, in the upper right you can tell she takes her job as his partner and caretaker seriously. 

Last and certainly not least. Anyone who is reading this blog (on purpose) would probably go at great lengths to be in this lucky guy’s position. If he only knew!

One of my favorite stories I never get to tell is about a girl named May. May and I met and had a summer fling years ago when we worked together. Fortunately things never escalated too far and we were able to remain friends and keep in touch throughout the years.

Years after the summer, May began a nursing program at a community college located steps away from my house. We were not in very active conversations anymore but still kept in touch from time-to-time. Over a year after she started and I still hadn’t touched base with her, I started taking a class at the same college for professional development and thought I’d hit her up for coffee. We met, had some laughs and it was a great time.

A couple of weeks later we were having a casual texting conversation and it occurred to me that she was in nursing classes and was likely carrying around a stethoscope in her purse. Out of some sort of act of boldness, I texted her something along the lines of, “it turns me on when someone listens to my heart with a stethoscope.” 

To make a long story short, there was a bench outside of the classroom she was in. She told me to meet her there shortly after.

There I was sitting and out she walked, raspberry Littmann in-hand as casual as could be. She sat down next to me on the bench in broad daylight on campus and began to listen to my heart intently.

One thing did not lead to another. It was actually kind of innocent in a way. I was turned on and she knew it, but we didn’t need to take it any further. If my eyes that day were as big as hers I must imagine how it might have looked to any onlookers. But there were plenty of people walking by, nobody thought anything of it.

A new friend I’ve made as a result of writing this blog wrote me recently with a very similar story. 

She is not as secretive about her fetish as I am, much of her friends and family are well aware of it, good for her! She had a roommate in college who “loved the whole stethoscope thing.” They would go stethoscope shopping together and her friend would help her pick out colors she liked. They would listen to one another almost daily, even in public places “just to see how people would react.” 

If any of you, my readers have any simliar stories please do share them!

Please write in. I’d love to email with more people who share the fetish and stir up conversation topics for me to write about. You can ask a question on the blog or email stethme@gmail.com.

This is one my favorite photos.

You can tell they love each other. You can tell that she will always take care of him.

For those of you who have a stethoscope fetish like I do, one major struggle you’re likely familiar with is introducing the concept to another person.

I remember being a teenager when I first started dating. Standard awkwardness aside, this was something I knew would be tricky. Back then, I was so embarrassed to share my fascination with someone that I had a standard disclaimer I preempted it with every time. 

It went something along the lines of, “I have something to tell you about myself but you have to swear that you will never ever tell anybody, ever.” Quite honestly this set a context where I you’d think I was about to say that I was hiding a body under my bed. It was intense, like the most intimate secret I had was something to be ashamed of. As I grew older I realized that this was a pretense that I was creating all on my own. Not a single person I introduced it to thought that this was really something to be embarrassed about. 

I’m at the point now where I don’t share it with everyone I date but when I do, I do it with confidence. It’s something along the lines of, “would you like to know something unique about me?”. I have had a handful of relationships in which I introduced this idea fairly early on and it ended up becoming a recurring and consistent element of our foreplay. 

I remember when I was just turning 20, I could have counted with the fingers on my hand and identified by name every person I’d ever shared this with. Now that I’ve realized that it only comes across as weird as I let it, I’ve become far more liberal about sharing the detail. I still pretense it with secretiveness, but why not as that makes it more fun and special anyway.

My current girlfriend is a RN, so obviously her stethoscope is handy just about all the time. Sometimes when she wants to turn me on she asks me to sit at the end of her bed so she can give me a quick examination. She gets a rise out of hearing my heartbeat because she knows she can make it rise, but also because she enjoys making sure that I’m in good health. 

Yes, that is correct.

I enjoy, to a degree of sensuality having my heart listened to.

One of my favorite things to do with a girl is to make out for a long time. One of my even more favorite things to do with a girl is to make out while she’s listening to my heartbeat. There’s something submissive about being on the receiving end of auscultation. A deeper layer is exposed that cannot be disguised by defense mechanisms or ego . To hear my heartbeat is to hear the real me.

There is no denying my level excitement when she can hear my heart racing more and more incrementally at each feeling of her touch. Not just by her hands, but by her heart. Okay, that last point does not apply to every single situation but you get the idea. 

I can trace my fascination back many years, to childhood when my favorite part of visiting my pediatrician was when she used her stethoscope to listen to my heart and lungs. It was something I looked forward to for some reason.

I remember nothing about her other than she had a (awesome) blue, plush dinosaur attached to her stethoscope.  I’m guessing she was probably cute, too. 

I’m passed the point of thinking I need to come to terms and try and let go of my unique fetish. In fact, I think it’s awesome.

Before I conclude, I must clarify. I have nothing but respect for healthcare professionals. I have never been turned at the expense of anybody’s dignity. I keep my sexuality away from the professional scene. Yes I’ve taken note to cute nurses, but who wouldn’t? 

I have many stories to share about my dating shenanigans over the years where a stethoscope somehow manages to be involved. I don’t know how often I will post, or if anyone will read it. But it feels good to get it out there in the open. To all of you healthcare girls out there, listen to your boyfriend’s heartbeat next time before you kiss him. See what I mean.