Sweating Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

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?

The sweat washed away. When the job was just done he got an uncontrollable urge to masturbate and that was exactly what he needed. The water streamed down him as he faced into the shower. Standing and hunched slightly, he pumped hard and fast. His grip was light. The water began to make a repetitive pattern with the strokes he made. This was the first time he had masturbated in the shower. Usually, it was too slippery with all that water. But today, he had been throbbing for over half an hour. Today it was happening.

Anna noticed it too, reaching out to touch Nora’s forehead and then holding her damp fingers in front of her face. “See for yourself,” Anna said, her tone edged with mock sympathy. “You’re sweating way too much for someone telling the truth.” Nora wiped her face hastily, her mind scrambling for a way out. “Well… it’s hot, okay?” she said weakly, managing a shaky smile. “Everywhere’s hot.” “Hot?” Anna’s brow lifted in disbelief. “The AC is on, Nora. I’m not sweating… but you are.” Nora swallowed hard, feeling trapped. She racked her brain, desperate to find an excuse that would get Anna off her back. “Well, uhm… I have this… condition,” she said, forcing herself to stay calm. “It’s called Dys

REINA “Ahh!” I winced as I tried to sit up in bed. My whole body was soaked with sweat, clinging to my shirt like a second skin. The air felt heavy, hot, and sticky against my skin. I used the back of my hand to wipe my forehead, but it didn’t help much. The sweat was cold, yet somehow I was burning up inside.

Apart from the first two weeks of tiredness and frequent urinating, those had stopped and in its place was a peculiar urge that could hit her anytime, anywhere. Reyona tried not to give in this time as she rolled from side to side in bed to get rid of it. Sweats began to pop out on her forehead, her breath became erratic, and she grew clammy in her attempt to stop it. “Damn it!” She swore out loud as she leapt off the bed to go get what she needed. This has got to stop!

I said, lowering my voice, sit close to anyone for too long” “but I have a medical issue that gets worse when I She frowned. “What kind of issue” she asked. “It is called necrotic sweat syndrome” I whispered. Her mouth fell open. “My sweat changes when I get warm or stressed. The doctor said it reacts like a weak acid” I said. Her face lost all color. “Acid” she whispered as she stepped back. “Yes. Acid. It already damaged three shirts this week” I said. She stepped farther away with panic in her eyes.

Sumire felt a wave of sudden, intense nervousness as the cold crawled into every fiber of her being. An inexplicable emotion has now swirling inside her. She broke into a sweat. Her heart pounded rapidly, almost bursting out of her chest, and her hand began shaking uncontrollably and feeling cold.

I am sweating an unusual amount, my body temperature is rising at an alarming rate, I feel so uneasy, my room is cold, the air conditioner is working more than fine, then what's the explanation for this heat? My fingertips were glowing and my skin looked like it was on fire, I felt an unimaginable magnetic pull from the center of my body. I fumbled on my feet and tripped, I planted my feet firmly to the white carpet managing to barely catch myself from falling over the force. I felt a shaky hand on my shoulder, Ethan wrapped one of his arms around my shoulder and helped me to the bed, he handed me the water after gesturing me to get in the bed. He calmed a little bit but he still looked a li

My jaw tightened as I forced myself to breathe slowly, deeply, trying to suppress the heat still coiling uncomfortably inside my chest. But it wasn’t helping. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my control, pushing against my restraint, growing louder, more agitated, more difficult to suppress with every passing second. I pulled my shirt off immediately, the fabric slipping from my skin as I stood there, already thinking of heading straight for a cold bath. The heat under my skin was becoming unbearable, crawling in a way that made my control feel thinner than usual. I barely had time to steady my breathing before the door suddenly pushed open.

Find out another way to get that grade up. My body was burning. And to my utter horror, there was a slickness between my thighs. That has never happened to me before. I don't recall a time I've ever been wet....much less just from a man's presence alone. What....am I losing my control? Or no. It's just sweat. Yes. I'm sweaty that's all. It's making me hot and sticky all over. It's not....I can't even say the word "arousal". Why would I be aroused to this man?