I took pictures of my body in all manner of violent scenes and doctored them to look as real as possible. I was always naked in both story and picture... Sex and death had become intertwined. I had to be so comfortable with what lay ahead as to have it become real in my mind. When the day would dawn that I would end my life, I wanted it to be as if I was opening a door to another reality and triumphantly stepping through to the new beyond. Knowing that I would join my wife made it easy to. I stood up and steadily walked through a separate door in my room. Through the door was the inside of my vending machine that I used every morning and evening to make a living. The inside of the machine was pitch-black upon entering with soft red lights on the corners with just enough light to allow me to get comfortable on what can only be described as a small mechanical red leather chair. In front of the machine was a transparent glass panel that would open upon a customer paying for a. But just like before as soon I had come down again from my orgasm, Irealized I needed more I needed to push myself further. It was a powerthing, she was mine and I could do whatever I wanted to her and get awaywith it, I was in control. We talked about the day ahead, this and that,all the while I kept rubbing myself under the table not to bring myself offbut just cause she wasn't aware of it and made me feel good. EventuallyDiane excused herself to go to the bathroom and suddenly I felt like. He laid back, and smiled to himself, re-claiming his wife for her infidelity, and at the same time reminding her of her place, which was at his side. She hadn’t fought him, and had endured his anal breech, and even submitted to it. He drifted to sleep, remembering the feel of her ass as it clamped on his manhood, as he thrust in and out of her, denying her sexual pleasure, while he took his own from her body. It was a physical domination, and placed him back in charge, as it was in another.