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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

She was, of course, pleased, perhaps inordinately so, with the fresh, lissome contours of her new figure. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #571)
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15 571 She was, of View more quotes about course">course, pleased, perhaps inordinately so, with the fresh, lissome contours of her new figure.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 568 "Please do not speak so, Master!" "You have been complimented," he said.
15 569 "Thank you, Master," she wept.
15 570 Strangely she had never really thought of herself in such a way.
15 571 She was, of course, pleased, perhaps inordinately so, with the fresh, lissome contours of her new figure.
15 572 But how vulgar had seemed his compliment.
15 573 To be sure, the young, slim, sweet curvatures of her body were of a piece, of a whole, an indissoluble, coherent delight, from her small feet and ankles, to her calves and thighs, her hips, her love cradle, her narrow waist, and sweet bosom, to her soft, white shoulders and lovely throat, all a melody of softness, texture and line, and surely no part of her was without its role and portion in the new and exquisite she of her.
15 574 She recalled, briefly, fashions of centuries in which clothing itself had been designed to call attention to, and emphasize, just such features.
"Please do not speak so, Master!" "You have been complimented," he said. "Thank you, Master," she wept. Strangely she had never really thought of herself in such a way. She was, of course, pleased, perhaps inordinately so, with the fresh, lissome contours of her new figure. But how vulgar had seemed his compliment. To be sure, the young, slim, sweet curvatures of her body were of a piece, of a whole, an indissoluble, coherent delight, from her small feet and ankles, to her calves and thighs, her hips, her love cradle, her narrow waist, and sweet bosom, to her soft, white shoulders and lovely throat, all a melody of softness, texture and line, and surely no part of her was without its role and portion in the new and exquisite she of her. She recalled, briefly, fashions of centuries in which clothing itself had been designed to call attention to, and emphasize, just such features. - (Prize of Gor)