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Book 15. (1 results) Rogue of Gor (Individual Quote)

I considered her ankles and thighs, the sweet belly of her, her breasts, and shoulders and throat, the loveliness of her, her face and eyes, the latitudes of her swirling blond hair, the shimmering, restless jewelry on her body, the metal locked on her wrists and ankles, her collar, the pearl at her forehead. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #127)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
1 127 I considered her ankles and thighs, the sweet belly of her, her breasts, and shoulders and throat, the loveliness of her, her face and eyes, the latitudes of her swirling blond hair, the shimmering, restless jewelry on her body, the metal locked on her wrists and ankles, her collar, the pearl at her forehead.

Book 15. (7 results) Rogue of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
1 124 My cup, clearly, was still almost full.
1 125 She had been offering me something else, other wares of the tavern.
1 126 The dancer now, as the music was mounting in crescendo, was again approaching me.
1 127 I considered her ankles and thighs, the sweet belly of her, her breasts, and shoulders and throat, the loveliness of her, her face and eyes, the latitudes of her swirling blond hair, the shimmering, restless jewelry on her body, the metal locked on her wrists and ankles, her collar, the pearl at her forehead.
1 128 "Master," she said, dancing before me.
1 129 I regarded her, through narrowly lidded eyes.
1 130 Then she sank to her knees and, on her knees, leaning backwards, danced before me as a kneeling slave.
My cup, clearly, was still almost full. She had been offering me something else, other wares of the tavern. The dancer now, as the music was mounting in crescendo, was again approaching me. I considered her ankles and thighs, the sweet belly of her, her breasts, and shoulders and throat, the loveliness of her, her face and eyes, the latitudes of her swirling blond hair, the shimmering, restless jewelry on her body, the metal locked on her wrists and ankles, her collar, the pearl at her forehead. "Master," she said, dancing before me. I regarded her, through narrowly lidded eyes. Then she sank to her knees and, on her knees, leaning backwards, danced before me as a kneeling slave. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 1)