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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

I thrust my wet hair back about my head, and, keeping my hands behind my head, put my head far back, and lifted it to the late-afternoon sky, my back arched, the water streaming from my body, sparkling in its droplets falling to the river. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 41, Sentence #65)
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41 65 I View more quotes about thrust">thrust my wet hair back about my head, and, keeping my hands behind my head, put my head far back, and lifted it to the late-afternoon sky, my back arched, the water streaming from my body, sparkling in its droplets falling to the river.

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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41 62 I had, of course, heard rumors of such a world, but who had not? But, of course, it did not exist.
41 63 And then I had found myself on a slave block, under torches, naked, being vended in Brundisium! I wished he was watching me.
41 64 How I would make him suffer! I submerged my head in the water and lifted it up, almost immediately.
41 65 I thrust my wet hair back about my head, and, keeping my hands behind my head, put my head far back, and lifted it to the late-afternoon sky, my back arched, the water streaming from my body, sparkling in its droplets falling to the river.
41 66 How I hated him! I wondered if he were watching, from the shore, if he saw me, as I was now.
41 67 I hoped so.
41 68 I would make him suffer! I thought that I had even now improved on my block measurements.
I had, of course, heard rumors of such a world, but who had not? But, of course, it did not exist. And then I had found myself on a slave block, under torches, naked, being vended in Brundisium! I wished he was watching me. How I would make him suffer! I submerged my head in the water and lifted it up, almost immediately. I thrust my wet hair back about my head, and, keeping my hands behind my head, put my head far back, and lifted it to the late-afternoon sky, my back arched, the water streaming from my body, sparkling in its droplets falling to the river. How I hated him! I wondered if he were watching, from the shore, if he saw me, as I was now. I hoped so. I would make him suffer! I thought that I had even now improved on my block measurements. - (Smugglers of Gor)