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Book 36. (1 results) Avengers of Gor (Individual Quote)

I noted that she had dared to turn her hands, putting the backs of her hands on her thighs, this exposing the beautiful open softness of her palms, the sensitivity of which tender, concave, living tissue is such that a mere touch can make her cry out in need. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #225)
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17 225 I View more quotes about noted">noted that she had dared to turn her hands, putting the backs of her hands on her thighs, this exposing the beautiful open softness of her palms, the sensitivity of which tender, concave, living tissue is such that a mere touch can make her cry out in need.

Book 36. (7 results) Avengers of Gor (Context Quote)

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17 222 In this position the slave is in little doubt that she is a slave and what she, being a slave, is for.
17 223 The nadu position is that of the Pleasure Slave.
17 224 Tears of gratitude coursed down the cheeks of the slave.
17 225 I noted that she had dared to turn her hands, putting the backs of her hands on her thighs, this exposing the beautiful open softness of her palms, the sensitivity of which tender, concave, living tissue is such that a mere touch can make her cry out in need.
17 226 It, like the soft bondage knot in the hair, is a way in which the slave may appeal to be noticed, may beg for attention, may mutely make known to her Master the desperation of her need.
17 227 "Palms down on your thighs," I said.
17 228 "Yes, Master," she whispered, obeying, her voice breaking a little.
In this position the slave is in little doubt that she is a slave and what she, being a slave, is for. The nadu position is that of the Pleasure Slave. Tears of gratitude coursed down the cheeks of the slave. I noted that she had dared to turn her hands, putting the backs of her hands on her thighs, this exposing the beautiful open softness of her palms, the sensitivity of which tender, concave, living tissue is such that a mere touch can make her cry out in need. It, like the soft bondage knot in the hair, is a way in which the slave may appeal to be noticed, may beg for attention, may mutely make known to her Master the desperation of her need. "Palms down on your thighs," I said. "Yes, Master," she whispered, obeying, her voice breaking a little. - (Avengers of Gor)