All Breathing Styles Novels & Stories

" This is going to biggest and most important step to learning how to fight. 99% of all beginner problems getting beat up, getting tired, reverting to bad habits. Keep breathing. Breathe for every movement. Breathe when you punch, when you move, when you defend. Breathe even when nobody tells you to. It’s natural, it’s normal, it’s supposed to happen. If you find yourself unable to breathe, you’re probably not focusing. It’s not possible to learn if you’re never given a comfortable environment to learn, that is why I'm teaching you, because I'm the best, and also because I was there where you are now. Too much streng, too little knowledge and control.

She couldn't, her own breath a series of short, useless gasps. "Okay," he said, his voice unshaken. "New plan. We count. Breathe in with me. One... two... three... four." He breathed in deeply, demonstrating. "Hold. One... two... three. Now out. One... two... three... four... five."

“Hear me. Listen to me. Take down as much oxygen as possible, and when you breathe out, hold it for as long as you can. Four counts, six counts, eight counts. Each time, you move higher and higher.” My eyes leak tears. Four counts? I attempt the technique because I want to lose. I didn't succeed the first time. But on the third attempt, I manage to breathe out for four long beats before sucking in air like I’m suffocating again. “There.” The voice makes me relax. “You’ve got it. Now, for six. Ready? Let me count on you.” His thumb swipes across my knuckles gently, and I tell my lungs this is the one that will calm me down.

Jeremy was so excited. "That's very good, we're making progress. Now I want you to focus both your breathing and your motion, let them flow in sync with each other. If that doesn't get you to control air in any direction, then I don't know what will." Dr Ashton said and Jeremy so enthusiastically complied. He pointed his hands towards a small table and focused both his energy and his breathing as he moved his hands rhythmically in an attempt to move it,nothing happened.

I could feel my heat starting to boil out from my abdomen. “Calming breaths, Mia cara. Close your lips and inhale through your nose for a count of four. Hold your breath for a count of seven. Then exhale completely through your mouth, making a whoosh sound for a count of eight.” Alec’s calming and patient voice whispered against my ear. My eyes closed as I tried to maintain control. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t right there. If his scent wasn’t engulfing my senses, making me lightheaded. Everything about him makes concentrating on anything else impossible

“Taking me so deep. So flexible. Made for this.” She could barely speak, only broken moans and gasps. His hands pinned her thighs to his chest, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin behind her knees while he pounded into her, rhythmic, relentless, the wet slap of their bodies echoing off the mirrors. “Tantric breath,” he reminded her. “In… hold… out slow. Feel every inch.” She tried, inhaling as he bottomed out, holding the breath while he ground circles against her cervix, exhaling long and shaky as he dragged back almost to the tip. The controlled breathing intensified everything: the stretch, the fullness, the building pressure low in her belly.

Darryl threw his hands in the air. “Hold it. Hold it. What are you doing?” he chuckled while shaking his head. When she looked at him with bewilderment he continued, “Do me a favor and just stand still for a minute. Just stand still and take a deep breath. Use your gut to breathe in. Fill your lungs all the way. Like this.” He took a slow, deep breath, while he demonstrated to Pam the proper way to breath. “You need to use the gut. You are using the chest. Look again.” With a look of patient determination, he demonstrated the proper method of breathing one more time. “Now you try it.”

"Focus on breathing." His instruction was firm and left little room for discussion. "Deep, even breaths." He didn't move my knee while he spoke, waiting for me to align myself with what he'd told me to do. "When I bend your knee, I want you to take a deep breath in, and then as I straighten your leg, release the breath, trying to make the exhale last through the entire movement. Time your intake and exhale with each repetition, focusing on filling your lungs. It will bring oxygen to the muscles and help with the pain."

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five

He laughs at my reply even though it's even near being funny but oh well. "Feel my shirt. That's boyfriend material." He smirks. "It looks a little too clingy and hard to maintain." I roll my eyes. "Dang I thought I had you there." "You can't beat me, I'm a pro." I brag "Let's see about that." He takes a turn on the road. "I hope you know CPR because you take my breath away." "I don't. But I know karate and I could rip your lungs out." I smirk.