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Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)

She touched the imaginary larma to her body, caressing her swaying beauty with it, and then, eyes piteous, held her hands forth, as though begging me to accept the lush fruit. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #632)
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1 632 She View more quotes about touched">touched the imaginary larma to her body, caressing her swaying beauty with it, and then, eyes piteous, held her hands forth, as though begging me to accept the lush fruit.

Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
1 629 Her eyes were on me.
1 630 It seemed, in her hands, she held ripe fruits for me, lush larma, fresh picked.
1 631 Her wrists were close together, as though confined by the links of slave bracelets.
1 632 She touched the imaginary larma to her body, caressing her swaying beauty with it, and then, eyes piteous, held her hands forth, as though begging me to accept the lush fruit.
1 633 Men at the table clapped their hands on the wood, and looked at me.
1 634 Others smote their left shoulders.
1 635 I smiled.
Her eyes were on me. It seemed, in her hands, she held ripe fruits for me, lush larma, fresh picked. Her wrists were close together, as though confined by the links of slave bracelets. She touched the imaginary larma to her body, caressing her swaying beauty with it, and then, eyes piteous, held her hands forth, as though begging me to accept the lush fruit. Men at the table clapped their hands on the wood, and looked at me. Others smote their left shoulders. I smiled. - (Tribesmen of Gor)