Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 12 | 5 | How View more quotes about hard">hard and rough they might be on his body, not soft, silken, as should be the hands of a slave. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 12 | 2 | How reddened, how rough, how wrinkled, they seemed to be. |
| 12 | 3 | How could a master care for them? She and the other girls, you see, in this terrible place, were not permitted lotions. |
| 12 | 4 | How hard and rough were her hands. |
| 12 | 5 | How hard and rough they might be on his body, not soft, silken, as should be the hands of a slave. |
| 12 | 6 | Would a master not recoil from contact with such hands? Surely we should have at least lotions, she thought. |
| 12 | 7 | That is not so much. |
| 12 | 8 | Are we not slaves? Surely the touch of a slave should be as soft as the timid pressing of her lips on the master's chest or thigh, as gentle, as stimulating, as caressing as the flow of scented slave silk drawn across his belly, as piteously sweet as a tender whisper in the night, at his feet, from the slave ring, begging for his touch. |
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How reddened, how rough, how wrinkled, they seemed to be.
How could a master care for them? She and the other girls, you see, in this terrible place, were not permitted lotions.
How hard and rough were her hands.
How hard and rough they might be on his body, not soft, silken, as should be the hands of a slave.
Would a master not recoil from contact with such hands? Surely we should have at least lotions, she thought.
That is not so much.
Are we not slaves? Surely the touch of a slave should be as soft as the timid pressing of her lips on the master's chest or thigh, as gentle, as stimulating, as caressing as the flow of scented slave silk drawn across his belly, as piteously sweet as a tender whisper in the night, at his feet, from the slave ring, begging for his touch.
- (Prize of Gor)