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Were all women sluts, in some sense, I wondered. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #464)

Too, I had begun to understand how it might be that a female might plead for a male's smallest touch. Earlier I had only dimly understood this, or sensed this. I did not think I was different, or that different, from other women. Were all women sluts, in some sense, I wondered. And what did that mean, really, other than the fact that we were healthy, alive, vital, needful, and females? Was it truly better to be sickly, confused, neurotic, miserable, depressed, and sexually inert? But perhaps I was, indeed, more needful or vital than many other women. If so, if that were natural, and was what I was, what was wrong with that? Why should one be ashamed of such things? Why should one be any more ashamed of vitality, health and need, than of one's complexion, or the color of one's hair or eyes? I suspected that he with whom I was most familiar well understood these things. I was sure that he, if the others did not, understood women, or some women. - (Kajira of Gor)