Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 13 | 184 | How I loved his View more quotes about arms">arms about me! "You are a splendid natural slave," he said. |
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Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 13 | 181 | "No, Master," I said. |
| 13 | 182 | "Because you are a slave," he said. |
| 13 | 183 | "Yes, Master," I said. |
| 13 | 184 | How I loved his arms about me! "You are a splendid natural slave," he said. |
| 13 | 185 | "I knew it even on Earth," I whispered to him. |
| 13 | 186 | Indeed, I had even wondered, strangely, at times, I supposed, if I might not have been a slave in former lives, in other eras, perhaps in the Ancient World or in the Medieval Middle East, in times more in tune with the true natures of human beings, natures as they really were, in themselves, and not as they might be when denied, thwarted, twisted and perverted by ideological insanities. |
| 13 | 187 | And, at times, recollecting, or seeming to recollect, such times and places, and their naturalness, and rightness, and their fulfillments and ecstasies, I, lonely and yearning, seemingly an exile in the sexual deserts of my own world and time, had wept. |
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"No, Master," I said.
"Because you are a slave," he said.
"Yes, Master," I said.
How I loved his arms about me! "You are a splendid natural slave," he said.
"I knew it even on Earth," I whispered to him.
Indeed, I had even wondered, strangely, at times, I supposed, if I might not have been a slave in former lives, in other eras, perhaps in the Ancient World or in the Medieval Middle East, in times more in tune with the true natures of human beings, natures as they really were, in themselves, and not as they might be when denied, thwarted, twisted and perverted by ideological insanities.
And, at times, recollecting, or seeming to recollect, such times and places, and their naturalness, and rightness, and their fulfillments and ecstasies, I, lonely and yearning, seemingly an exile in the sexual deserts of my own world and time, had wept.
- (Dancer of Gor)