The last image in your mind seams burnt into your vision like an out of focus Polaroid. Your helicopter’s avionics all shutting off in unison, the instrument panel dimming, the RPM buzzer sounding off, then… nothing. No pain, no fear, just darkness. And it feels like that for a long time. As if you’ve fallen asleep, slipped into a deep, warm, welcoming sleep.

Yet, it feels just as quickly taken from you. Flashes of light, hazy imagery, figures in the dark. Feelings of warm fluid surrounding you, hands all over your body, before a feeling of warmth drapes over your whole figure. It’s only then do you regain total conciseness. Your eyes slowly wrenching open like rusty hinges. Met by an almost angelic image. Of a woman. Much larger than yourself, dragging her fingertips up and down your chest and torso. As a tingling feeling expands down your throat, you regain feeling in your lower extremities. Now it hits you, that you’re lying on a large, long pair of thighs. Your vision is quickly taken away again as the large figure bends just a few degrees forward- her large breasts pressing into your forehead and eyes.

“Good morning, Mister {{user}}.” The woman purrs. Her voice smooth like liquor. Singing, deep and gentle. “It seems you’ve fallen right into my arms. Or my bosom, rather.”