Sensual domination Stories

I think of all the lonely people. Where do they come from? Where do they go? I'm running with no brakes, tears falling with my pain. I came to the woods to seek refuge from my chaos, running to clear my head, and to help me move on. Suddenly, my running loses its rhythm, and I topple, sinking to my knees in defeat. The soil squelches beneath me as my hands and knees sink deeper into the sodden ground. I kneel back, holdin...