Book 15. (1 results) Rogue of Gor (Individual Quote)
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33
I examined the lineaments of her body, the beauty of her breasts held high, as she was braceleted, the latitudes of her belly, the flare of her hips, the sweetness of her knees and thighs, the lovely curve of her calves, her ankles, the left clasped in steel, and her small feet.
I examined the lineaments of her body, the beauty of her breasts held high, as she was braceleted, the latitudes of her belly, the flare of her hips, the sweetness of her knees and thighs, the lovely curve of her calves, her ankles, the left clasped in steel, and her small feet.
- (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #33)
Book 15. (7 results) Rogue of Gor (Context Quote)
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Her hands were braceleted above and behind her head, the linking chain on the bracelets passing behind the slave ring.
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31
She also wore an ankle ring with a chain which looped up to the same slave ring, and was locked about it.
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32
The soft, rounded flesh of her forearms, below the steel, and the sweet, swelling flesh of her palms, above the steel, were lovely.
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33
I examined the lineaments of her body, the beauty of her breasts held high, as she was braceleted, the latitudes of her belly, the flare of her hips, the sweetness of her knees and thighs, the lovely curve of her calves, her ankles, the left clasped in steel, and her small feet.
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She was barefoot, of course, as slaves are commonly kept.
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35
"You are astonishingly beautiful, Florence," I said.
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36
"Thank you, Master," she said.
Her hands were braceleted above and behind her head, the linking chain on the bracelets passing behind the slave ring.
She also wore an ankle ring with a chain which looped up to the same slave ring, and was locked about it.
The soft, rounded flesh of her forearms, below the steel, and the sweet, swelling flesh of her palms, above the steel, were lovely.
I examined the lineaments of her body, the beauty of her breasts held high, as she was braceleted, the latitudes of her belly, the flare of her hips, the sweetness of her knees and thighs, the lovely curve of her calves, her ankles, the left clasped in steel, and her small feet.
She was barefoot, of course, as slaves are commonly kept.
"You are astonishingly beautiful, Florence," I said.
"Thank you, Master," she said.
- (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 26)