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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

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)
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.

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)