Drowning Thumbs Up Novels & Stories

As I changed, he stood behind me, hands on my throat, watching me dress in the mirror — black thong, matching bra, glittering mask, and bunny ears. Things escalated. Fast. I was underwater. Legs dangling over the edge of the tub. He was inside me — pounding, hard, unrelenting. This was breathplay. Literal life and death. I trembled as seconds passed. My lungs burned. He yanked me back up by the throat. “Breathe, baby girl.” “That’s just a warm-up,” he whispered. “Breathplay’s more than drowning. It’s water, smoke... or my seven-inch dick.”

“Close your thumb in your left hand, like I told you. It’ll keep you from gagging.” I nodded, knowing it worked, even though it sounded ridiculous. I made a fist around my thumb and opened my throat as he had said. This time, I was able to take him farther down my throat without gagging. I sucked and licked and then found a rhythm, moving up and down his shaft as he moaned softly, resonating in his cock. Soon, he pulled me back, and I slid my hand up and down his cock, watching as he erupted in climax, moaning in pleasure.

Ren reached out with his webbed hand and grabbed Valerius by the throat. The Falcon’s amber eyes bulged in absolute, suffocating terror. He opened his mouth to scream, but only a cloud of silver bubbles escaped as the freezing, toxic water of the Under-Guts flooded his lungs. > [THREAT NEUTRALIZED] > Target Status: Hypoxic Asphyxiation / Fluid Submersion. > Combat Effectiveness: 0.00%. > Ren didn't crush the man's throat. The Scribe didn't kill for sport. He held the drowning Executioner in the freezing dark until the frantic thrashing slowed, then stopped entirely. The glowing amber light in Valerius's eyes faded to a dull, unconscious gray.

“Once I take it, get out.” In my haze, I thought I heard the bathroom water running again.

Her face was pale, almost blue in the underwater lighting, and bubbles escaped her lips in desperate, fading attempts to breathe. My arms closed around her waist, pulling her against my chest as I kicked hard toward the surface. She felt so small, so fragile in my arms—like a drowning kitten clinging to life by the thinnest of threads. Her hands fisted weakly in my soaked shirt as I held her tight, using every ounce of strength to bring us both up from the depths.

While I struggle for oxygen, the tub's slick surface prevents my feet from gaining grip, causing me to lose my footing and slip. With little energy and strength, my attempts to push myself up are useless. Looking up at him through the waving water, I see him laughing. The burning sensation in my throat to take another breath becomes overwhelming, like the feeling in my chest that it's going to explode. Fortunately, he cannot see me bawling as my tears are swept away by the waves in the water. In a desperate attempt to prevent the water from entering my throat, I stop clawing at his arms and instead, grasp my throat with my palms.

His hands moved down my back in a slow kneading motion and my back arched, my mouth open. “What else are you afraid of?” he asked me. “I..Drowning,” I could hardly form coherent sentences anymore. Emre’s skillful hands came to my collarbones and his mouth was on my neck. “You know how to swim,” He whispered, “And I’ll be there with you” He pressed a kiss underneath my ear and then took the lobe in his mouth. I shivered, my breathing was fractured. I was already drowning. “You know what I love about your ears? Unpierced. Virgin. So hot”

Air turned into water as I felt something wet. My eyes shot opened as I felt water around me. I was drowning, water filled my nostrils, air left my lungs, my eyes blurred. I move my arms and legs and as fast as I swam to the surface it kept rising just out of my grasp. My vision disfigured as I felt water filling my cavities, my mind blanked out. Dizziness over take. And I let myself drown. Was this how I was going to die? As my vision start blurring, I saw a shadow above the water, red eyes staring back at me, smiling wickedly at me showing me his fangs.

After the coach taught them the simplest methods. Next, the teacher instructs them in simple hand movements, because underwater cannot talk, and can only rely on hand and foot language to communicate, upright hand means stop, two fingers swinging the wave up and down means swimming, and holding the nose to breathe means the pressure is increasing, need to go up, finally, it's simpler to use your hands to do Ok. After the canoe took them out to sea, arrived at the diving site, and stopped, the coach helped Ella to put on a diving suit, put on frog shoes, and an oxygen tank on her back, David has the experience, so he wears his own diving suit.

Brie I open my eyes as I’m falling through thin air. I don’t even have time to scream before my body drops into water. Deep, rough water that drags me under the second I suck in a salty breath. I flail against the waves, trying to find the surface, but the undercurrent drags me down again, pulling me by my dress and tossing me upside down. My head hits something hard, and I screech, but the sound is empty. I suck in water, choking, and realize quite suddenly that I’m drowning.