Breathing Styles Ideas Novels & Stories

The panic tightened its grip. She hesitated. “In for four,” I continued calmly. “One… two… three… four.” I inhaled slowly, deliberately, exaggerating the movement of my chest so she could mirror it. “Hold for two,” I said. “One… two.” Her lips trembled, but she held it. “Out for four,” I murmured. “Slow. One… two… three… four.” I exhaled long and controlled. She tried to copy me. It wasn’t perfect. Her breath caught halfway, shaky and uneven.

I focused on his touch- tried to focus on his touch but my breathing was too rough and I could hardly hear anything that was said. “That's it, Sara, keep breathing slowly in and out” And I listened. I breathed deeply, in through the nose and out through the mouth. I did my best to slow down but I couldn't help but think that I needed to get out of there now. “1. 2, 3,4” He counted with my breathing.

Then he tried doing some katas, shooting the lightning in every moves that involved him punching his hands forward or kicking his feet forward. When that was done, he took a one minute break. He ensured he was breathing normaly while calculating in his head about his next moves. Then he started everything again. However, this time, he reduced the shots to only when he wanted it to be shot. When that was done too, he took in a deep breath and repeated the same process with different fighting styles. He did that for more than an hour, initiating patterns he had planned in his head. Taking a deep breath, recalling the spark, doing some katas, and a short rest.

Katherine nodded back, then focused her gaze ahead, determined to stay in her own space. The instructor stood at the front, a lithe woman with a peaceful voice that carried across the field like a lullaby. “Welcome,” she said gently. “This morning, we begin with the breath. Inhale… through the nose. Hold. And exhale… let go.” Katherine closed her eyes. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. The tension in her shoulders started to ease. They moved through stretches slowly. The world was still quiet enough to hear birdsong and the wind threading through the trees. Katherine fell into the rhythm—cat-cow, warrior, tree pose—letting her thoughts drift.

“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

I hope he didn’t notice me gawking at him. Once everyone finds their own thing to do and work on, I crawl into my tent and do some deep breathing exercises. It’s something my parents taught my siblings and I to do. It’s good for your heart because in order to live you must breathe. We focused on the breath of life. My legs are crossed and my hands lay on my the sides of my knees with my palms facing upwards as I breathe and take in my new environment. I left the door flap to my tent open so every now and then a small light breeze comes to cool me down.

’ ‘That’s interesting, considering how stupid you are. Reg huffed. ‘Stop taking your bad mood out on me. You really need to go over those breathing techniques I was teaching you. Remember? Count to four, hold, breathe out, hold. It’s not that hard, Hunter, and it might get that stick out of your butt – if you’re lucky.’ ‘I don’t have a stick up my butt,’ I scoffed, sounding exactly like someone who had a stick up their butt. I bit back a sigh. ‘I don’t have time for this.’

He grabbed onto my shoulders and we both locked eyes. "Just breathe Diana," He pursed his lips and inhaled deeply, encouraging me to do the same. I nodded and joined in the same breathing pattern, taking in the oxygen slowly and releasing it at a steady pace. A minute past. I pursed my lips, allowing for more air to escape. My mind solely focused on my breaths. There was silence. My lungs moved steadily to Damian's breathing. Taking in the air. And out. Repeating the same pattern over. Taking in the air.

Balin followed behind him. “Close your eyes, young Rave. Begin the breathing. Balin placed his fingers lightly on Rave’s cheek. Leesa watched as Rave began a series of long, slow breaths through his nose. With each breath, the inhale and exhale grew slightly longer. When each seemed to Leesa to last an impossibly long time, Rave began to shorten his breaths, just as gradually as he had lengthened them. The breathing exercise lasted for several minutes. Finally, Balin removed his fingers from Rave’s cheek. He motioned for Leesa to join them.