Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 30 | 336 | He cast View more quotes about aside">aside his tunic. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 30 | 333 | "No, Master," she said. |
| 30 | 334 | "You are smiling," he said. |
| 30 | 335 | "Forgive me, Master," she said. |
| 30 | 336 | He cast aside his tunic. |
| 30 | 337 | Then he rushed upon the slave and half lifted her from her knees and looked fiercely into her eyes, and she gasped, so regarded by a man, and one a master, with such ferocity and passion. |
| 30 | 338 | "Master!" she cried. |
| 30 | 339 | And he threw her to his feet and, crouching beside her, she first, startled, on all fours, and then thrust to her belly, tore away her tunic, shred by silken shred, flinging these narrow, delicate, yellow, rent scraps behind him, they fluttering away to alight, scattered, like startled flowers, on the narrow boards of the dark, hardwood floor. |
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"No, Master," she said.
"You are smiling," he said.
"Forgive me, Master," she said.
He cast aside his tunic.
Then he rushed upon the slave and half lifted her from her knees and looked fiercely into her eyes, and she gasped, so regarded by a man, and one a master, with such ferocity and passion.
"Master!" she cried.
And he threw her to his feet and, crouching beside her, she first, startled, on all fours, and then thrust to her belly, tore away her tunic, shred by silken shred, flinging these narrow, delicate, yellow, rent scraps behind him, they fluttering away to alight, scattered, like startled flowers, on the narrow boards of the dark, hardwood floor.
- (Prize of Gor)