Breathing Pal Novels & Stories

I gave him a thumbs up! "Good because now we can get down and dirty!" His strong ass begins to lift and lower me. Slowly at first. But I'm having trouble breathing. He instructs me to. "Breathe through your nose, Babe." I do. And, whew! It instantly makes a difference. He didn't stop though. And before I can get used to the position. He speeds up! I hear him moaning. Cool! That means I'm doing good! Right?

"Nobody else is going to remember the hip-squeeze technique either. They’ll be sorry they weren’t taking notes when the actual birth starts." "It's breathing, Mason. I've been doing it my whole life." "It's patterned breathing. There's a structure." Marisol claps twice. "We'll start with the slow-paced breath. In for four, out for eight. Partners, breathe with them." I close my eyes. In for four. The baby stretches, one long roll, foot dragging across the inside of my ribs like she's checking the acoustics. Behind me, Mason is counting under his breath. "Are you counting out loud?"

I caressed his cheek gently, and he leaned against my touch, breathing deeply as his body slightly stopped shaking. "Like that," I said, looking at him "Breathe with me," I told him, taking deep breaths and letting him breathe with me. We breathed deeply for a long time, looking into his eyes without taking our eyes off each other. "This way," I said, looking at him "Good," I continued, "Breathe." I stretched out and put my forehead on his, letting his warm breathing tickle my face, I put my hand on his chest, opening the palm of my hand, feeling his heart under my hand, Feeling the way she was slowly calming down and beating more slowly.

he says. His voice is different now. It's softer, and I hate that I notice it. “Breathe.” I let out a shaky breath, my chest rising and falling too fast, too uneven. “I am breathing,” I snap, even though I clearly… I am not doing it properly. His gaze sharpens slightly. “No, you’re panicking.” “I’m not panicking,” I insist. “You are,” he says calmly. “And you’re about two seconds away from passing out.”

I heard James' distant voice screaming out to me. He carried me in his arms and gently set me down to rest my back up against the wall. “Aurelia, I'm here for you. I just need you to breathe” I gasped for air, no air was going in and out of my lungs “Look at me, breathe in through your nose, and exhale through your mouth.” He took my hand in his, rubbing them gently “follow my move, breathe with me please” I inhaled after he did and followed his breathing, we breath together slowly till I was able to breath on my own like a normal human.

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His breathing grew faster, shallow, and almost desperate. “This can’t be true.”

One more— Breath.

His breathing is ragged. Ready to end it. “Hulio… NO!”

Rena In, out. In, out. I focus on my breathing. Six counts in through my nose. Six counts out through my mouth. Again and again. "Keep it steady," I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible in the darkness. "Just keep breathing." When I concentrate on counting my breaths, the pounding of my heart slows down. The tight feeling in my chest loosens a little. For a few precious moments, I can almost forget where I am. Then another contraction grips me, and fear floods back like a tidal wave.