Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 928 | She then View more quotes about stood">stood and faced us, and put her head in her hands, bent over, and then straightened her body, her head and hair thrown back. |
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Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 20 | 925 | It seems that it there encounters some barrier, some enclosing, confining wall. |
| 20 | 926 | She then rises to her feet. |
| 20 | 927 | Swiftly she hurries about, in the graceful, frightened haste of the dancer, her hands seeming to trace the location of the obdurate barriers, those invisible walls which seemed to contain her. |
| 20 | 928 | She then stood and faced us, and put her head in her hands, bent over, and then straightened her body, her head and hair thrown back. |
| 20 | 929 | "I?" she seemed to ask, looking out, as though some rude jailer might have come to the gate of her pen. |
| 20 | 930 | But there is, of course, no one there, and, in the performance of the dance, that is clearly understood. |
| 20 | 931 | Then, in poignant fantasy, within the pen, she prepares herself for the master, seeming to thoughtfully select silks and jewelry, seeming to apply perfume and cosmetics, seeming to be bedecked in shimmering, diaphanous slave splendor. |
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It seems that it there encounters some barrier, some enclosing, confining wall.
She then rises to her feet.
Swiftly she hurries about, in the graceful, frightened haste of the dancer, her hands seeming to trace the location of the obdurate barriers, those invisible walls which seemed to contain her.
She then stood and faced us, and put her head in her hands, bent over, and then straightened her body, her head and hair thrown back.
"I?" she seemed to ask, looking out, as though some rude jailer might have come to the gate of her pen.
But there is, of course, no one there, and, in the performance of the dance, that is clearly understood.
Then, in poignant fantasy, within the pen, she prepares herself for the master, seeming to thoughtfully select silks and jewelry, seeming to apply perfume and cosmetics, seeming to be bedecked in shimmering, diaphanous slave splendor.
- (Guardsman of Gor)