Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 21 | 4 | My View more quotes about left">left arm was about her, holding her to me, in my right hand, held in its grip of golden wire, was a great horn of steaming mead. |
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 21 | 1 | I Drink to the Honor of Tyros "Permit me to kiss you, Master," begged Leah. |
| 21 | 2 | She snuggled against me. |
| 21 | 3 | She was naked on the rough bench of the north. |
| 21 | 4 | My left arm was about her, holding her to me, in my right hand, held in its grip of golden wire, was a great horn of steaming mead. |
| 21 | 5 | The girl, in her need, pressed herself against the coarse woolen tunic of Torvaldsland. |
| 21 | 6 | I looked down into her uplifted eyes, pleading. |
| 21 | 7 | It was the need of a slave girl. |
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I Drink to the Honor of Tyros "Permit me to kiss you, Master," begged Leah.
She snuggled against me.
She was naked on the rough bench of the north.
My left arm was about her, holding her to me, in my right hand, held in its grip of golden wire, was a great horn of steaming mead.
The girl, in her need, pressed herself against the coarse woolen tunic of Torvaldsland.
I looked down into her uplifted eyes, pleading.
It was the need of a slave girl.
- (Marauders of Gor)