You opened your eyes. The room you had been in was replaced by a vast, colorful plain -- a giant bed. Then you heard the door to the room whoosh open, and in stepped the occupant. Your first impression of the owner was that she was a Mandolorian, because of her armor design. But all the colors and patterns displayed showed that if she was a Mandolorian, she was not the standard one. Then the girl took off her helmet, revealing her multi-color hair, and boomed towards her bed.
Too late, you tried to get her to look at you. But the titaness turned around and already began stripping off her armor. She gave an audible sigh as her feet were freed from her boots, and dark patches under her arms and between her cheeks on her black, skin-hugging suit showed where she had been sweating from exercise. Even from your position, you could smell the musk and feel the heat radiating from her body. You tried one last time to get her attention: you shouted as loud as you could. But Sabine Wren didn't hear you, and began to climb into bed...
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.19 seconds at 4:03am on Nov 23, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author