Book 25. (1 results) Magicians of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 66 | And then she began to twist and moan, and try to remain still, and thrust against me, and to hold my head where it was not letting it go and her fingers were tight in my hair and this hurt but I did not beat her but relished her so moaning and then bucking and trying to remain still and thrusting against me and how needful and helpless she was and so much in my power and so responsive and how such helpless movements and cries could be elicited by such tiny, persistent, patient, delicate attentions and she cried out begging me and I took her hands from my hair and looked down into her wild pleading eyes. |
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Book 25. (7 results) Magicians of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 20 | 63 | "Yes, Master!" she said, in joy. |
| 20 | 64 | I felt her small fingers, clutching, in my hair. |
| 20 | 65 | "Oh, Master!" she suddenly wept. |
| 20 | 66 | And then she began to twist and moan, and try to remain still, and thrust against me, and to hold my head where it was not letting it go and her fingers were tight in my hair and this hurt but I did not beat her but relished her so moaning and then bucking and trying to remain still and thrusting against me and how needful and helpless she was and so much in my power and so responsive and how such helpless movements and cries could be elicited by such tiny, persistent, patient, delicate attentions and she cried out begging me and I took her hands from my hair and looked down into her wild pleading eyes. |
| 20 | 67 | "What is it you wish?" I asked. |
| 20 | 68 | "I am ready, my master! I am so ready, my master!" she said. |
| 20 | 69 | "Do you wish to serve?" I asked. |
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"Yes, Master!" she said, in joy.
I felt her small fingers, clutching, in my hair.
"Oh, Master!" she suddenly wept.
And then she began to twist and moan, and try to remain still, and thrust against me, and to hold my head where it was not letting it go and her fingers were tight in my hair and this hurt but I did not beat her but relished her so moaning and then bucking and trying to remain still and thrusting against me and how needful and helpless she was and so much in my power and so responsive and how such helpless movements and cries could be elicited by such tiny, persistent, patient, delicate attentions and she cried out begging me and I took her hands from my hair and looked down into her wild pleading eyes.
"What is it you wish?" I asked.
"I am ready, my master! I am so ready, my master!" she said.
"Do you wish to serve?" I asked.
- (Magicians of Gor, Chapter 20)