Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 22 | 472 | Then he had not View more quotes about expected">expected to find her here in the festival camp! Trembling, she lifted her head again and looked at him. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 22 | 469 | Too, it is often thought presumptuous for a slave to meet the eyes of a free man. |
| 22 | 470 | Such can be an occasion for discipline. |
| 22 | 471 | In the instant their eyes had met she saw that he seemed startled. |
| 22 | 472 | Then he had not expected to find her here in the festival camp! Trembling, she lifted her head again and looked at him. |
| 22 | 473 | He was regarding her, regarding her now as a man regards a slave, candidly, appraisingly, speculatively. |
| 22 | 474 | She wondered if, after all, he recognized her. |
| 22 | 475 | His glance went slowly, lingeringly, from her small feet, to her trim ankles, to the lovely calves and thighs, to the love cradle of her, to the narrow waist, to the swelling sweetness, the vulnerable softness, of her breasts, to the soft shoulders and her white throat, now innocent of a steel circlet, to her glossy hair, now of slave length, to the face, thought beautiful, and surely exquisitely feminine, by many, and to the trembling lips, and the darkly lashed, longly lashed, gray, wide, frightened eyes. |
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Too, it is often thought presumptuous for a slave to meet the eyes of a free man.
Such can be an occasion for discipline.
In the instant their eyes had met she saw that he seemed startled.
Then he had not expected to find her here in the festival camp! Trembling, she lifted her head again and looked at him.
He was regarding her, regarding her now as a man regards a slave, candidly, appraisingly, speculatively.
She wondered if, after all, he recognized her.
His glance went slowly, lingeringly, from her small feet, to her trim ankles, to the lovely calves and thighs, to the love cradle of her, to the narrow waist, to the swelling sweetness, the vulnerable softness, of her breasts, to the soft shoulders and her white throat, now innocent of a steel circlet, to her glossy hair, now of slave length, to the face, thought beautiful, and surely exquisitely feminine, by many, and to the trembling lips, and the darkly lashed, longly lashed, gray, wide, frightened eyes.
- (Prize of Gor)