Sweating Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

I explained shakily as I slowly loosened my grip on his shirt and freed myself from his tight, comforting embrace. He reached behind his neck and took the small towel he usually carried, then gently wiped away the cold sweat that was forming and dripping down my forehead and temples. But wait a minute… why am I sweating this much? The air-conditioning in my room is turned on and set to a cool temperature, yet I could still feel cold sweat running down my cheeks, my neck, and my back as if I had run a marathon. That dream really affected me more than I realized. "Yeah, that is exactly why I came rushing in here. I heard you screaming from the hallway," he said casually, but his words made my

Being in hiding I didn't want to go into heat and attract some rogue wolf or unleash my animalistic urges. Now that I didn't have access to my pills and it had slipped my mind as well, this was disastrous. Even with the cold temperature my body was sweating like a marathon runner after she had completed her race. My core was pulsing with need and there was no relief for me. I wanted to turn on the cold shower and sit under it but he had just braided my hair and I didn't wish to disrespect him by destroying the beautiful braid he had constructed in my hair. But with each passing second the heat was sweltering as if I had been thrust into an inferno. I clutched the sides of the marble basin ti

My muscles were reacting, but I was still unable to use 100 percent of my strength. ‘This level of sweat isn’t sufficient. I have to become drenched in sweat as if it was raining, or as if I had just finished a 100-meter sprint.’ I couldn’t help but sigh. ‘If only both of my hands can move freely. Then I can use one of my hands to reach the desired sweat level. But the worst thing right now is, I can only lie there and imagine myself being free.’

How I wish I could lift the duvet and hide underneath it like a kid. There was so much adrenaline pumping through me. Internally, my body was overworking, preparing itself for fight or flight. But there wasn't a reaction I wasn't fighting and I wasn't fleeing. More adrenaline was released in response to my inactivity. More breathing, my lungs were taking in much more than they could hold. I was freezing but I was so hot. Was it possible to shiver and sweat at the same time? Sweating. Fuck I was sweating so much, it rolled down my forehead but my body was covered with goosebumps. It was closer now, but it wasn't it, it was him.

It's like my mouth is stuck with glue. What is happening? As the chanting becomes louder and hurried, my breaths start coming out forcefully. My chest rises and falls dangerously fast and am not in control of my own body. My skin begins heating causing me to sweat like am in the middle of a marathon. The pain subsides and I almost sigh in relief but the severe headache makes my body jerk forward violently. Why can't I open my eyes? And what are those people saying, because it's clear they are the reason am behaving this way?

He might think I’ve possibly escaped to return home to my pack. I’m feeling very hot and flustered. At first, I thought it was from all the running, but no matter how much I rest, it only worsens. Constantly sweating, I’m relieved to come across a lake. I dive straight in, but the cold water does nothing to cool me down. I focus my mind, thinking of Micah to keep me moving.

"Sora? What is wrong? You look flushed." My face was hot. My whole body was hot. I could feel the sweat on my forehead, on my upper lip, on the back of my neck. My hands were shaking, and my thighs were pressed together so tightly that my muscles ached, and I could feel the dampness soaking through my underwear, through the fabric of my dress, threatening to betray me.

My body was radiating with the heat his body holds . I sniffed my under arms . I was stinking with all the sweats and our releases . Somewhere I was smelling more of him then me . I also needed a warm bath but before all the showering and cleaning I needed to pee . I felt my bladder getting filled with fluid . I stared desperately at the bathroom but he was taking too long that it became unbearable for me to control . I immediately needed to pee otherwise I may explode In the sheet . I tried slowly to move my body off the bed and my nose scrunched with the pain.

She sat by the bed, eventually letting him hold her wrist. After sitting like that for more than half an hour, Pierre suddenly started shivering under the blanket and muttered, "I'm so cold... it's so cold!" Seeing this, Calla felt his forehead and noticed he wasn't sweating. She was starting to get anxious. A high fever without sweating was very hard to bring down. Looking around, Calla forcefully freed her hand and went to the next room to grab another blanket. She covered Pierre with it, hoping to induce sweating. Yet, Pierre kept tossing and turning restlessly in bed, mumbling, "Cold... it's so cold..."

I know damn well that I've messed up, yet I can't seem to control the overwhelming emotions I'm feeling and everything starts to feel flurry. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My body feels like it's on fire, my muscles tense and trembling. My hands are shaking uncontrollably, and I can't seem to calm them down no matter how hard I try. Fucking please, not now. The sweat begins to bead on my forehead, and my heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears. I'm trying to focus on my breathing, but it feels like my chest is being squeezed tight by a vice. Every time I close my eyes, I'm back to being the child in the basement, the boy at his mother's grave, and the man on his knees.