night sweats

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Featured Review on this writing by sweet lemon

Anna’s problem was her night sweats.

Night Sweats

Anna’s problem was her night sweats. Every evening she would change her single sheet, duvet cover and pillow cases for fresh, bathe, and go to bed.

The sweats would begin in the wee hours of the morning, emanating from her scalp, armholes, crotch, behind her curled-up knees. Then, insidiously, they would spread, her saline body fluids accumulating in profuse damp patches: in the small of her back, on the soft undersides of her breasts, in the cleft between her buttocks.

By dreamtime her sheet and duvet were saturated, soaking wet, with sweat, her pillowcase full of teak from her dripping hair, her colourant. Anna always had the same dream. In her dream, she went to the cinema where she was shown to her bed just as the film started. Annoyed that there was never any screen to watch, just a portable hi-fi speaker to listen to, she invariably complained to the usher.

The usher, who sold virtual programmes before the show commenced, ice cream tubs (strawberry sundae, raspberry ripple, chocolate nut n nougat) during the interval, and wake-up calls in the early hours, called the assistant manager.

The assistant manager, mind, and usher were natural pigments resembling but darker than ochre, dark yellowish-brown in colour (raw umber usher) or dark brown when roasted (burnt umber assistant manager), shadow people, figments of her twisted imagination.

In dreamtime, the assistant manager’s role was to pass Anna a handful of faded Scrabble tiles and wheel her bed to the second cinema where the screen would prompt her to wake up. She woke at 3, pouring with night sweat from every pore, thoroughly soaked, writhing in discomfort on the sodden sheet, her duvet kicked off the end of the bed, pillows on the floor, her quivering voice, shaking her, to her senses:

‘I generally avoid temptation unless I can’t resist it!’

Then, Anna would get up, strip off her sheet, duvet, and pillow cases, bathe, and go to the kitchen. Leaving the bed to dry. Her night-time snack never changed: one-third of a wedge of sweating, blue-veined Danish cheese, a healthy curl of unsalted butter, three rye crackers, a chocolate nut n nougat sundae, and a mug of milky mint tea.

Every night she would change her sheet, duvet cover, and pillow cases for fresh, bathe, then go to bed.

Anna’s problem was her night sweats!!


Submitted: May 08, 2022

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sweet lemon

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Did something inspire you to write this

Thu, May 12th, 2022 12:41am

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mmmn, a hot, sweaty night!

Wed, May 11th, 2022 7:58pm

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