Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
21
271
I looked at her, from her small feet, to her ankles and calves, her sweet thighs, the sweet belly of her, her waist, and marvelous breasts, her shoulders, and arms and hands, her fair throat, chained, her lovely lips, her sensitive, delicate features, her deep, vulnerable eyes, and the marvelous wealth of her dark, cascading hair, perhaps never cut, except for shaping, since she had been brought to Gor.
I looked at her, from her small feet, to her ankles and calves, her sweet thighs, the sweet belly of her, her waist, and marvelous breasts, her shoulders, and arms and hands, her fair throat, chained, her lovely lips, her sensitive, delicate features, her deep, vulnerable eyes, and the marvelous wealth of her dark, cascading hair, perhaps never cut, except for shaping, since she had been brought to Gor.
- (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #271)
Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
21
268
"Finish the wine," I told her.
21
269
"Yes, Master," she said.
21
270
I put my own cup on the tray.
21
271
I looked at her, from her small feet, to her ankles and calves, her sweet thighs, the sweet belly of her, her waist, and marvelous breasts, her shoulders, and arms and hands, her fair throat, chained, her lovely lips, her sensitive, delicate features, her deep, vulnerable eyes, and the marvelous wealth of her dark, cascading hair, perhaps never cut, except for shaping, since she had been brought to Gor.
21
272
Timidly she put her own small cup on the tray.
21
273
"Master desires me," she said.
21
274
I moved the tray to the side, well away from the furs.
"Finish the wine," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she said.
I put my own cup on the tray.
I looked at her, from her small feet, to her ankles and calves, her sweet thighs, the sweet belly of her, her waist, and marvelous breasts, her shoulders, and arms and hands, her fair throat, chained, her lovely lips, her sensitive, delicate features, her deep, vulnerable eyes, and the marvelous wealth of her dark, cascading hair, perhaps never cut, except for shaping, since she had been brought to Gor.
Timidly she put her own small cup on the tray.
"Master desires me," she said.
I moved the tray to the side, well away from the furs.
- (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 21)