Breathing Style Generator Novels & Stories

Make yourself gasp for me. I obey. My hands cup my breasts, my thumbs and forefinger finding my nipples, rolling them seductively. I squeeze, tug, biting my lips softly just as a sharp, delicious pain mixes with the pleasure, and a genuine breathless gasp escapes me. “Fuck,” I breathe into the mic. DomTheBoss69: That’s the sound. Now stop. I freeze, my hands still on my breasts. A whine builds in my throat. “But I was just…”

His gaze snapped to the camera. “Breathe,” I told him. “In. Hold. Out.” He tried, actually tried but it came out jagged anyway. I softened my voice without letting him off the hook of calming down. “Again. In through your nose.” He inhaled. Shaky, but there. “Hold,” I said. He held it for a beat, eyes squeezed shut. “Out,” I said, exhaling with him so he could follow the rhythm. His shoulders dropped a fraction.

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

“Stop fighting me and breathe.” But I couldn’t stop fighting. I couldn’t let him see me like this. I couldn’t risk him asking questions I didn’t know how to answer. I pushed against him again, weaker this time. “Please, I just need to…” “Breathe.” His voice dropped lower, that commanding tone that had pulled me back from panic attacks before. “In through your nose. Now.” My body obeyed before my mind could protest. Air trickled in shakily. “Good. Hold it. Count to four with me. One. Two. Three. Four.”

We did not stop until I could not breathe, he pulled away "Breath Zee" urh, how does one do that again? I forgot how to breath… "Urh how do I do that again?" I ask him Niklaus laughs "Inhale count till three... one... two... three... And exhale" I follow he is instructions and I start breathing again I blush, I look down at my hands and stutter out "Thank you... For that" "Don't worry about it" I could hear the amusement in his voice.

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?

His chest vibrates against my spine—bone‑deep. Her breath stutters. “Breathe with me,” I murmur, leaning closer so my mouth is near her ear. “In, out. Just follow me.” I draw in a slow breath, exaggerating the sound so she can hear it over the thundering of her own heart. Hold. Let it go, long and controlled. Her chest tries to match mine, stuttering at first, then catching a fraction of my rhythm. “That’s it,” I whisper. “Good girl.”

"Feel the power inside you. It's there, buzzing just beneath your skin." "It's terrifying." "Power always is but fear makes you lose control. So we breathe through it." My thumbs press gently at the base of her neck. "In through your nose, slow, hold for three counts, out through your mouth." She tries and it's shaky at first. "Again. Find the rhythm." She breathes once, twice, three times. The glow around her hands dims slightly. "Good. You're already learning." "It doesn't feel like learning. It feels like drowning."

I can’t breathe. ##########

When I initially started playing professionally, I consulted a sports psychologist who taught me a breathing method. Breathe in carefully for five counts, hold the breath for five counts, and then release the breath on the fifth count. Five times over, repeat. I picture a spotless sheet of white while I work. A chilly air on my skin, a ring of boards and glass around me, enclosing and grounding me, and a huge slab of ice beneath my feet.