I will do anything for them! How terrible, how wicked I am! Mirus, Mirus, she thought, what have you done to me? It was a slave orgasm, she thought, or something like one.
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I must have it again! I will do anything for it! Could I do so, were I not so chained, I would kiss my fingers and press them to my collar.
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And yet it was not a matter of simple sensation, no simple episode, even lingering, of the excitation of tissues.
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It was muchly other than simply that.
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It was flames and clouds, forces of nature, winds and storms, earthquakes, tornadoes, volcanoes, floods, an entirety of experience, a coming of seasons of being, a time of wholeness.
How terrible, how unworthy I am, she thought.
I must have those sensations again.
I will do anything for them! How terrible, how wicked I am! Mirus, Mirus, she thought, what have you done to me? It was a slave orgasm, she thought, or something like one.
I must have it again! I will do anything for it! Could I do so, were I not so chained, I would kiss my fingers and press them to my collar.
And yet it was not a matter of simple sensation, no simple episode, even lingering, of the excitation of tissues.
It was muchly other than simply that.
It was flames and clouds, forces of nature, winds and storms, earthquakes, tornadoes, volcanoes, floods, an entirety of experience, a coming of seasons of being, a time of wholeness.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )