Book 29. (1 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 38 | 44 | He View more quotes about fears">fears she might become of interest to him, and so, finished with her, he spurns her, thrusting her aside with his foot, leaving her behind him, in her chains, unable to follow, in tears. |
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Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 38 | 41 | He tests her body and discovers, to his interest, that her responses to his touch are extraordinary, and piteous. |
| 38 | 42 | With what hope she looks at him and presses her lips to his whip. |
| 38 | 43 | There seems something special in her responsiveness. |
| 38 | 44 | He fears she might become of interest to him, and so, finished with her, he spurns her, thrusting her aside with his foot, leaving her behind him, in her chains, unable to follow, in tears. |
| 38 | 45 | But he finds it difficult to forget her, her startled eyes, the leaping of her body. |
| 38 | 46 | He recalls the slight sound of her silk, almost inaudible, as she knelt by the table, and how it fell about her, with its diaphanous mockery of concealment, as she preceded him obediently to the alcove. |
| 38 | 47 | He recalls, in the alcove, how, writhing, she grasped the chain above her wrist rings, how she lifted her body and implored him not to desist in his touch, and, later, the wild jangle of the bells on her ankle as, ungovernedly in his power, she kicked wildly. |
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He tests her body and discovers, to his interest, that her responses to his touch are extraordinary, and piteous.
With what hope she looks at him and presses her lips to his whip.
There seems something special in her responsiveness.
He fears she might become of interest to him, and so, finished with her, he spurns her, thrusting her aside with his foot, leaving her behind him, in her chains, unable to follow, in tears.
But he finds it difficult to forget her, her startled eyes, the leaping of her body.
He recalls the slight sound of her silk, almost inaudible, as she knelt by the table, and how it fell about her, with its diaphanous mockery of concealment, as she preceded him obediently to the alcove.
He recalls, in the alcove, how, writhing, she grasped the chain above her wrist rings, how she lifted her body and implored him not to desist in his touch, and, later, the wild jangle of the bells on her ankle as, ungovernedly in his power, she kicked wildly.
- (Swordsmen of Gor)