Breathing Styles Novels & Stories

“Fine. Show me.” Kai moved behind me, his chest brushing my back. His hands settled lightly on my shoulders. “Breathe in slow through your nose… deep into your belly. Hold it. Then let it out even slower through your mouth. Like this.” He demonstrated, his breath warm against my ear. “Try it.” I closed my eyes and copied him. In… hold… out. It felt weird at first, but his voice stayed steady and kind. “Good. Again. Longer hold this time. You’re doing great.”

Those contractions transmitted to his ears like a low-frequency vibration. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, with shorter intervals between each breath. Air flowed in and out of her nostrils and lips simultaneously, creating a rhythmic “ha—ha—ha—” sound. With each “ha,” a stream of hot air was expelled onto her chest, causing a strand of hair at the edge of her silk shirt collar to flutter.

She sat down and put her back against the island and looked at the kitchen from this angle and breathed. She breathed in the specific way she breathed when she needed breathing to be a deliberate act rather than an automatic one — slowly, with attention, letting the inhale fill the space below her ribs, letting the exhale take longer than the inhale. She had learned this somewhere, could not remember where, it was the kind of thing you learned and forgot the learning of and simply had. She breathed.

The mere thought of calling Sam already made my skin crawl, and I knew Adrian could see the annoyance etched on my face. Adrian softened his expression to one of compassion and filled his eyes with concern. "No, babe, calm down," he said in a soft voice. "Breathe in," he instructed, his hands demonstrating the motion of an inhalation. I grinned but did just that, filling my lungs with breath as I moved deeply. "Uhhhhh," I breathed, my voice hardly above a whisper. Adrian's eyes didn't waver from mine, steady and reassuring. "And breathe out," he said, his hands sweeping in a fluid manner. I exhaled slowly, feeling the tension seep from me as I let go of my breath.

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.

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

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

My body listened like it had been waiting for someone to talk to it gently. “Where do you feel the breath now?” he asked. “In my hands,” I whispered. “Lower… in my belly.” “Good.” His tone warmed by a degree. “Keep going.” I inhaled. I exhaled. My fingers spread wider over my ribs, noticing the lift, the fall, the rise. A quiet warmth unfurled where panic usually lived. I didn’t know breathing could feel like this - slow, heavy, almost sinful. “Shoulders away from your ears,” he said. “Drop them.”

The posture felt obscene—offered, displayed—but I held it rigidly, muscles trembling. His heat pressed against my back, inches away. “Breathe.” I hadn’t realized I’d stopped. Air rushed in, shaky. “Slower. Deeper. Count it—four in, hold four, four out.” I forced the rhythm, chest expanding until fabric pulled taut, nipples aching. He completed the circle, stopping so close the toes of his boots nearly touched my bare feet. His scent drowned me.

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