Sweating Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

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?

Jackson spoke up desperately. "That is right that I hate you but if I am lying, why are you getting so worried? Why is your forehead sweating out of fear? Don't tell me you are feeling hot because the temperature today is minus twenty degrees celsius. No one is supposed to feel hot at this temperature. And where it's not supposed to feel hot, there is no question of anyone sweating. But even in the circumstances, if someone is sweating, it means that they are not sweating in this heat, but rather sweating out of fear." Duke replied with a sweet smile.

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?'

Arriving home after a....challenging day....I briefly saw James' black loafers were gone and guessed he was probbaly still at the office. Excellent! I wanted nothing more than to drink a large glass of white wine while having a lovely bath. I wanted to just....soak...the sweat and grime of the city off my body. This summer had been non-stop rain followed by a now 2 month long heatwave and the heat has been unbearable-on a good day! The sweating nonstop is a chronic condition for everyone right now...especially if you leave any airconditioned rooms. I felt I was beginning smell rather ...ripe. So a bath was now at the top of my to-do liste!

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.