Hot And Bothered Novels & Stories

Madison walked towards the microphone in the front to make an announcement. “Everyone, if there’s anyone feeling nauseous, having a headache, fever, having a rapid sweating or breathing, please do ask immediate help from our volunteers, nurses or doctors. Those are all symptoms for heatstroke, so please be cautious with your current condition. The weather today is pretty hot so please seek attention from our medical team as soon as you feel something wrong. Thank you.” Madison approached Farkas and the other volunteers after making the announcement. “Can you try and bring more electric fans here? The weather today is too strong which is possible increase in heatstroke cases. Bring more elect

off. At first, I thought I was just getting a fever. My skin felt hot, and my collar felt like it was choking me. I ripped my tie loose, but the heat didn't go away. Then, the focus started to slip. I couldn't read the words on the screen anymore. Instead, my mind started racing toward things it shouldn't be thinking about at ten in the morning. I felt this sudden, intense urge to have sex—a raw, pounding need that was starting to override my common sense.

Her smile was shy but proud of her offering. A tall blond man — red-faced, swaying slightly, standing near the tamale stand like something that had fallen from the sky and landed wrong. He was tall, sunburned, shirt half unbuttoned, pale belly flushed pink. A bottle of Imperial dangled loosely from his hand, condensation sliding down his knuckles and dripping to the dust. He moved with exaggerated confidence, but it was sloppy — a body unbalanced by alcohol, ego inflamed by heat. If the sloth had been deliberate, he was careless.

Jenson walked to the bedside and shouted a few times, “Daddy.” Baby Robbie screamed, “Daddy’s face is red. He’s having a fever.” “Mm.” Jenson nodded as a cold ray of light streaked across his eyes. “I’ll go get some medicine for Daddy’s fever,” said Baby Robbie as he rummaged through the drawers and cabinets. Jenson let out a sigh. “Baby Robbie, Daddy’s not sick.” Baby Robbie doubled back. “Then why is Daddy’s face so red?” “Because he’s in… Heat. We’re not referring to body temperature here,” said Jenson.

Too hot to be just normal. “Shit, you’re burning up.” I exclaimed, my eyes widening in worry as I looked back up at him, my hands instinctively feeling his forehead and it was really hot. He gave me a flirty look that made my heart skip in my chest. Oh my god, this is the first time that he was actually this flirty towards me. But unfortunately that was bad news, the drug was starting to really take a toll on him even though his brain made him believe he was perfectly fine. “That’s how hot I get in the middle of an intense workout, baby.”

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with concern. "I don't know, I think I'm having a hot flash." I fan at myself, desperately trying to cool off. This heat is so intense, I need it to stop. "Is it hot out here? Why's it so hot out here?" I rock back and forth on my hips, trying to calm the heat that's blazing inside as I fan myself. I want to jump into the water, to cease the burning torment. And with every inhale of breath that delectablescent is getting stronger. . "That smell, do you smell that?"

I didn't want to yell at this man. "Sorry, Mr. Hunt. Yes, your girlfriend is alright. Out of danger. She had a hyperthermia attack." I frowned at his words. "Say it in fucking simple words! " Now this bitch is getting on my nerves. Can't he speak in the words I could understand? I am not a fucking medical student or doctor. "Yes. Hyperthermia attack happens when the person is exposed to some cold areas and kept there for the longest time. The nerve system slows down. And the body heat started decreasing. And Uhm." He stopped making me grit my teeth.

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

“I’m not here to hurt you. Just... maybe we can try something less dramatic than tossing buckets of water?” “I don’t want to be near you. You’re too... mate-y.” I glared at him suspiciously. “I’m mate-y?” he repeated, raising a brow. “That’s a new word.” “Do not mock me. I’m burning alive.” “You’re not burning,” he said, eyeing the steam rising off my skin. “Okay, maybe a little.” I groaned dramatically and flopped onto the floor again. “Listen,” he said, sitting cross-legged beside me. “You’re in your heat. That means being close to your mate can help cool you down.”

His eyes wandered the room and he began gripping his shirt like he wanted to rip it off. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah… It’s just this place feels hot," He said, fanning himself with his hand. "Don’t you feel it?" "No, it’s actually really cold in here." "That’s weird. It feels so hot" He said, pulling off his shirt. "Can you increase the temperature again, please?" "Are you sure?" He nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, I’m really hot right now." His voice sounded intense. I did as he said, but it didn’t make sense. He isn’t sweating, and the room feels like an icebox so why is he feeling hot?