Sweating Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

I can only ride it, each wave hotter and harder than the last. My temperature spikes. Sweat beads on my chest and runs down my sides, but the air in the apartment is freezing cold. I can see my breath, little ghosts of vapor curling in the air each time I manage to suck in a gasp. The sweat doesn’t cool me—it just slides over my skin and soaks into the waistband of my underwear, pooling under my back when I finally collapse onto the bathroom floor.

Running with someone is always better than running alone, it's less painful in away. I can hear the shower calling my name. My hair is drenched with sweat along with my armpits. I can even smell myself, which is disgusting. I've always been a heavy sweater, I sweat like a guy. Looking in the mirror, my face is beat red with little droplets sliding down my cheeks. I think I have excessive sweating with how much I sweat. My feet are already forming small blisters on my big toes. But I feel better, at least I wasn't being lazy all day.

I don't know how to breathe properly anymore, I know that not only the middle of my legs is very hot, but my whole skin, as I can feel the drops of sweat dripping down my whole body. God! I want to touch myself. I want to be able to feel more, but I know I can't and this time I won't disobey their orders. I should take the punishment they've given me, but it's almost unbearable to see the three of them moaning and wriggling without me being able to do it.

I panted hard, drool escaping my lips as sweat dripped down my face badly. Everything stopped, the pain, the oversensitivity, the noises as a cracking sound resonated in my ears like a radio before the unexpected happened... heat. I coughed hard, panting desperately as my eyes dilated, my scent flooding the room as my body heated up. I was trembling in my chair as I struggled to get my body under control while I felt slick dripping so much it soiled my pants.

She didn't know why her forehead was always covered with sweat. What was worse, she ate something cold just now. She stood up and rushed to the restroom. After she walked out of the restroom, her forehead was still covered with sweat. She didn't think too much about it. She just thought that she was too weak recently and needed to see a nutritionist. Otherwise, her health would break down. She always sweated, suffered from diarrhea and was limp. 'What's the matter with me? It's strange! Do I become so weak because I've indulged myself too much?'

I pulled my blanket over here; even if she was burning up, it probably wasn’t good to be naked, dripping in sweat, when the temperature of the room was so much lower than your body temperature. “I’ll get some wet washcloths from the bathroom,” Henrik assured as he went to get up. My head started spinning, and sweat dripped down my body. I had to blink away some sweat that dripped into my eyes. What the fuck was going on? I haven’t sweated like this since I was in Florida helping a pack rebuild some housing after a hurricane. That day, it had been crazy hot. I know it’s not that hot in my bedroom. So, what the fuck? What had gone wrong in our marking? Something had to have gone wrong. I’ve ne

Only he knew the dread I had been through and the suffering of this upcoming marriage. A sense of foreboding descended upon me, causing my body to react in a rather peculiar manner. Beads of sweat began to form on my forehead, each one breaking free and cascading down my face, as if in sync with the ominous atmosphere surrounding me. The coolness of those sweat droplets on my skin seemed to intensify the already existing chill that was gradually creeping down my spine. It was almost as if my body had become a battleground, caught between the prickling sensations of dread and the uncomfortably cold shivers that coursed through me.

Rubbing my forehead with the back of my palm, I used the other to wipe off the sweat on my arm but they kept pouring out in torrents. It seemed like I was standing close to an oven or an open fire when in reality, the dining hall was cool and almost freezing. What's happening to me? — I began to panic as I was certain this was unusual. Something is wrong and I wonder what that is. Just when I thought it was all over as the level of my sweating was now reduced, my temperature skyrocketed to a dangerous level. It seemed like I was a patient having a fever and it continued to get worse and worse by the minute.

I was that person. Beads of sweat lined my forehead, and a few droplets slipped down and got into my eye. With a huff, I swiped at my forehead with the sleeve of my shirt. The room was cool with the AC set to the highest degree, but even at that, I was sweating, and not just on my face. Even my palms weren't spared of the sticky assault.

I was getting married. To Silvio. The root cause of my overwhelming panic eluded my grasp, leaving me engulfed in a turbulent storm of emotions. The sheer intensity of it was undeniable, as beads of icy sweat erupted on my forehead, tracing rivulets down my face, and an unrelenting dampness seeped into the fabric of my armpits. It felt as though the weight of the world was pulling me downwards, threatening to send me cascading towards the unforgiving ground below. Despite the immense struggle to stay standing, I fought against the gravitational force, determined to maintain my verticality amidst the chaos that consumed me.