Book 14. (1 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 11 | 156 | How could any View more quotes about male">male, any with even a single drop of blood in his veins, any who still drew breath, look upon such a woman with gentility? She shook her head. |
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Book 14. (7 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 11 | 153 | She took the lamp then in her hands and approached me, then crouched down and set it to one side, then knelt back, on her heels. |
| 11 | 154 | I looked at her then in the tiny light of the lamp, kneeling back on her heels, small, luscious, her beauty so full and sweetly curved, so poorly concealed in the tattered rag, the knees of her bared legs placed closely together. |
| 11 | 155 | She looked at me, in piteous protest. |
| 11 | 156 | How could any male, any with even a single drop of blood in his veins, any who still drew breath, look upon such a woman with gentility? She shook her head. |
| 11 | 157 | "Please," she said. |
| 11 | 158 | I wanted to thrust apart her knees and, taking her by the hair and an ankle, throw her to her back, on the stones. |
| 11 | 159 | I wanted to have her, ruthlessly, with cries of joy. |
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She took the lamp then in her hands and approached me, then crouched down and set it to one side, then knelt back, on her heels.
I looked at her then in the tiny light of the lamp, kneeling back on her heels, small, luscious, her beauty so full and sweetly curved, so poorly concealed in the tattered rag, the knees of her bared legs placed closely together.
She looked at me, in piteous protest.
How could any male, any with even a single drop of blood in his veins, any who still drew breath, look upon such a woman with gentility? She shook her head.
"Please," she said.
I wanted to thrust apart her knees and, taking her by the hair and an ankle, throw her to her back, on the stones.
I wanted to have her, ruthlessly, with cries of joy.
- (Fighting Slave of Gor)