All Breathing Styles Novels & Stories

I pull out fully from her mouth and Celestine gasps, breathing through her mouth as her chest rises and falls rapidly. I wrap my hand around her neck, rubbing on her nape with my thumb. "Deep breath." She obeys, taking in a handful of air into her lungs and then breathing out slowly. "Good girl," I praise and a blush forms on Celestine's cheeks. Seems like she has a praise kink. I file that away in my shelf called 'new things I'm learning about Celestine.' Pressing my cock to her lips again, "open up." She does and I push back into her slowly. "Keep breathing through your nose."

Today, both of them sat facing the sun, bending their legs from knees and crossing them. Enjoying the spreading warmth of sun, they started their practice. Wang Wei asked Yin Yue to concentrate on her breathing. He instructed her to do breathe ins and outs slowly first, observing the abdominal movements, then to adjust the length of breaths as long breaths...He made her practice to retain her breath for some time, increased the retaining time of breath. After practicing for a considerable time, they stopped it and got up. Then Wang Wei started teaching her some new movements which required the breathing control. When learning those movements, she was able to distinguish the usage of differen

His confusion. Sometimes it surges so violently that my hands tremble. Tonight it is steadier. I inhale slowly through my nose. The air smells like mildew and iron. Exhale through my mouth. I picture a circle of light around me just enough to separate myself from the stone, from the darkness, from the despair that seeps into everything down here. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. The technique works best when I let go of resistance. When I stop fighting the cell.

“Habit is our worst enemy. With wrong habits, we magnify our weaknesses and destroy our strengths. Take breathing for instance. Some Slayers breathe through their mouths when sparring, and I’m not talking about the kiai cry which accompanies a strike or a throw and serves the purpose of intimidating the enemy or psyching up the Slayer. If you observe babies and animals, you’ll find they always breathe from their stomachs and through their noses. “Getting back to the fight, I kept swiveling my head frantically to try and keep track of the Ayakashi. Because I wanted to ‘see’. I soon realized that the only thing I’d be able to perceive if I kept that up was my hammering heart and the noise of m

“Cole, I know you just met me so there is no trust but I need you to follow my directions exactly. I’m going to coach you through a breathing technique that will help you to relax. As you relax you will feel me easing up on your arms.” I nod my head, agreeing to his offer as I’m completely lost and out of control. “First I want you to take a quick but deep breath in then just as quickly push it out. Just throw it away. I want three of these. Then I’ll move to three much slower ones. Ready.” I nod to show I understand his instructions. “All right, in quick, now throw it away.” I follow his lead and take a quick sharp breath before letting it out almost as quickly. It’s as I’m breathing in on

15 Hayden A few hours ago A small grunt escaped my throat as I pushed the heavy weights from my body, focusing on my breathing despite the heavy soreness of my arms. One more round, and I am done. Just one more. Breathing deep through my nose and slowly pulling the heavy weights down to my chest. Holding them there for two more seconds, I pushed, exhaling through my nose and keeping the bar on the rack. I sighed, taking the face towel and wiping the sweat off my brows.

I just hope I haven't pissed her off too much. She's been avoiding me all week. I haven't been able to talk to her at all. It's starting to frustrate. After my wolf run, I decide to hit the training room. I'm not a massive fighter, like other Alphas, but I rather like more disciplined styles of fighting. I also like using techniques that center me. Ground my wolf. I focus on my breathing as I raise my arms parallel to each out. I bend my knees with legs spread wide. I twist them into a lunge as my arms come slowly down to the side.

She demonstrated the technique. When he inhaled, there was a hitch in his breathing that she wasn’t sure the source of—whether it was his exercise routine, or something more personal that she shouldn’t contemplate. “Now, hold it for a moment and exhale through your mouth.” He did as she asked, and the first breath was just what she had described. Unfortunately, either he wasn’t paying attention, or he was just trying to push her buttons, because his breath soon changed to pants. “I’m not sure if you’re trying to breathe, give birth, or you’re having a panic attack. Whatever you’re doing, it’s not what I told you.”

Bare footed and lacking a top, Heather laid on the bed to the left of the room, eyes closed, taking calming breaths, her chest rising and falling as she took deeper breaths than the last whenever she released the first. She says it's a stress relief technique and I won't argue with her but I know that method just never clicked with me for cl some reason. Every time I try taking calming breaths, things I would rather be doing than sitting and breathing comes to mind and I just stop trying and go dp that instead. My legs and arms spread in eagle pose, facing heavenwards, the intricate designs of the ceiling is the only thing that looks interesting. My shoulder bag, placed messily beside m

“Slow your breathing down. Take long breaths in and then as long to let them out. You do can that.” Nathan looked at her and saw a slight change. She spoke softly and with ease, but more than that, as she did and he listened, he was changing his breathing to what she wanted. Her hand was moving up and then down the shaft of his cock, making him twitch without thought. He wanted to breathe more normally, but when he didn’t, she would stop her hand where it was. He would slow his breathing again, and her fingers ran up and down and then circled the head of the shaft. Slow and steady, he was now breathing deeply, and he had his head back on the pillow and tried to focus on the feeling her tiny