Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
26
936
She tried to remember the lessons of her training, limited though they might have been, the kisses, the pneumaticities, the subtleties, the delicacies, the gentleness, the deeper grasps, the swirlings of the tongue, the touchings with the side of her face, the caress of her breasts and hair, the occasional, seemingly inadvertent brushing even of the eyelashes, light as feathers, her face beside him.
She tried to remember the lessons of her training, limited though they might have been, the kisses, the pneumaticities, the subtleties, the delicacies, the gentleness, the deeper grasps, the swirlings of the tongue, the touchings with the side of her face, the caress of her breasts and hair, the occasional, seemingly inadvertent brushing even of the eyelashes, light as feathers, her face beside him.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #936)
Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
26
933
Please, forgive me, Master".
26
934
Then, as he reared up in futile protest, she bent to his body.
26
935
Ellen then, to the best of her ability, pleased him.
26
936
She tried to remember the lessons of her training, limited though they might have been, the kisses, the pneumaticities, the subtleties, the delicacies, the gentleness, the deeper grasps, the swirlings of the tongue, the touchings with the side of her face, the caress of her breasts and hair, the occasional, seemingly inadvertent brushing even of the eyelashes, light as feathers, her face beside him.
26
937
"Please forgive me, Master," she whispered.
26
938
"I must do what I am told.
26
939
Please forgive me".
Please, forgive me, Master".
Then, as he reared up in futile protest, she bent to his body.
Ellen then, to the best of her ability, pleased him.
She tried to remember the lessons of her training, limited though they might have been, the kisses, the pneumaticities, the subtleties, the delicacies, the gentleness, the deeper grasps, the swirlings of the tongue, the touchings with the side of her face, the caress of her breasts and hair, the occasional, seemingly inadvertent brushing even of the eyelashes, light as feathers, her face beside him.
"Please forgive me, Master," she whispered.
"I must do what I am told.
Please forgive me".
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26)