Book 25. (1 results) Magicians of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Quote
3
748
Then, the dance ended, men striking their left shoulders in Gorean applause, shouting their vociferous approval, some armed warriors striking their shields with spear blades, she sank to the ground, on her back, breathless, breasts heaving, covered with a sheen of sweat, before her master, her left knee raised, her head turned toward him, the palms of her hands, at her sides, vulnerably exposed.
Then, the dance ended, men striking their left shoulders in Gorean applause, shouting their vociferous approval, some armed warriors striking their shields with spear blades, she sank to the ground, on her back, breathless, breasts heaving, covered with a sheen of sweat, before her master, her left knee raised, her head turned toward him, the palms of her hands, at her sides, vulnerably exposed.
- (Magicians of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #748)
Book 25. (7 results) Magicians of Gor (Context Quote)
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Sentence #
Quote
3
745
I had noted, too, interestingly, just before she had whirled away, that she was shy.
3
746
I assessed her as being quite intelligent, extremely sensitive, and an excellent slave.
3
747
She had now, as the music swirled to its finish, returned to move before her master.
3
748
Then, the dance ended, men striking their left shoulders in Gorean applause, shouting their vociferous approval, some armed warriors striking their shields with spear blades, she sank to the ground, on her back, breathless, breasts heaving, covered with a sheen of sweat, before her master, her left knee raised, her head turned toward him, the palms of her hands, at her sides, vulnerably exposed.
3
749
She had been superb.
3
750
My shoulder was sore where I had much struck it.
3
751
Then with a sensuous, fluid movement she rose to her knees before her master.
I had noted, too, interestingly, just before she had whirled away, that she was shy.
I assessed her as being quite intelligent, extremely sensitive, and an excellent slave.
She had now, as the music swirled to its finish, returned to move before her master.
Then, the dance ended, men striking their left shoulders in Gorean applause, shouting their vociferous approval, some armed warriors striking their shields with spear blades, she sank to the ground, on her back, breathless, breasts heaving, covered with a sheen of sweat, before her master, her left knee raised, her head turned toward him, the palms of her hands, at her sides, vulnerably exposed.
She had been superb.
My shoulder was sore where I had much struck it.
Then with a sensuous, fluid movement she rose to her knees before her master.
- (Magicians of Gor, Chapter 3)