Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 16 | 145 | I lay there, my fists View more quotes about clenched">clenched. |
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Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 16 | 142 | I wanted to seek the feet of Rask of Treve, on my belly, abjectly, as befits a slave; I wanted to cover them with soft, abundant cascades of hair, water them with salty, plentiful tears; I wanted to lick them, deferentially, lengthily, with a small, warm tongue; I wanted to kiss them, timidly, tenderly, again and again, over and over, pressing moist, hot, pleading, hopeful lips to them, not even daring to raise my eyes to his. |
| 16 | 143 | Please want me, Rask of Treve, I whispered to myself. |
| 16 | 144 | Please want me, Master! I rolled on my back and looked up at the moons. |
| 16 | 145 | I lay there, my fists clenched. |
| 16 | 146 | Then I closed my eyes. |
| 16 | 147 | I could not dare to look upon them again, the great, white, looming moons of Gor, dominating the sky. |
| 16 | 148 | I pounded the grass with the sides of my fists, in misery. |
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I wanted to seek the feet of Rask of Treve, on my belly, abjectly, as befits a slave; I wanted to cover them with soft, abundant cascades of hair, water them with salty, plentiful tears; I wanted to lick them, deferentially, lengthily, with a small, warm tongue; I wanted to kiss them, timidly, tenderly, again and again, over and over, pressing moist, hot, pleading, hopeful lips to them, not even daring to raise my eyes to his.
Please want me, Rask of Treve, I whispered to myself.
Please want me, Master! I rolled on my back and looked up at the moons.
I lay there, my fists clenched.
Then I closed my eyes.
I could not dare to look upon them again, the great, white, looming moons of Gor, dominating the sky.
I pounded the grass with the sides of my fists, in misery.
- (Captive of Gor)