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

She put one finger to the side of the vessel and found the arrested trickle of wine. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #422)
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22 422 She put one finger to the View more quotes about side">side of the vessel and found the arrested trickle of wine.

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

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22 419 We continue to wear our collars at the pleasure of men.
22 420 And they do not free us! They keep us as they want us, as what we are, their slaves! She felt moisture on the side of the pitcher she carried, and she recalled, too, that a little ka-la-na had run from the lip of the pitcher to its side, and onto her hip.
22 421 Too, this sort of thing, a trickle of ka-la-na on the vessel, is not that uncommon in pouring.
22 422 She put one finger to the side of the vessel and found the arrested trickle of wine.
22 423 Looking about, and determining to her satisfaction that no one was looking, she put the tip of her finger to the trickle, and then lifted her finger to her lips, and tongue.
22 424 Her eyes widened.
22 425 How startling, how wonderful, she breathed, for this common wine, dispensed so lavishly at the festival camp, was better than any she had tasted on Earth.
We continue to wear our collars at the pleasure of men. And they do not free us! They keep us as they want us, as what we are, their slaves! She felt moisture on the side of the pitcher she carried, and she recalled, too, that a little ka-la-na had run from the lip of the pitcher to its side, and onto her hip. Too, this sort of thing, a trickle of ka-la-na on the vessel, is not that uncommon in pouring. She put one finger to the side of the vessel and found the arrested trickle of wine. Looking about, and determining to her satisfaction that no one was looking, she put the tip of her finger to the trickle, and then lifted her finger to her lips, and tongue. Her eyes widened. How startling, how wonderful, she breathed, for this common wine, dispensed so lavishly at the festival camp, was better than any she had tasted on Earth. - (Prize of Gor)