Cabot thought she would look well on her belly, licking and kissing a man's feet, hoping to be found pleasing.
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He supposed that she had had little experience of a certain sort of males, namely, men.
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He considered the interlocutor.
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He was sure he was male, but was perhaps a nondominant, a male who was forbidden to express his maleness, who does not practice it, who has not fulfilled it, such things.
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He wondered if many of the males of Earth were nondominants.
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Little wonder then, he thought, that so many of the women of Earth languish, deprived, in sexuality's polar wastes, that so many suffer seemingly inexplicable chronic ailments, that so many are mired in boredom or depression, that so many are twisted in neurosis, that so many are frustrated, miserable, petty, irritable, and nasty, that so many are unfulfilled and tragically unhappy.
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Send the better ones, he thought, to a Gorean slave block.
Cabot thought she would look well on her belly, licking and kissing a man's feet, hoping to be found pleasing.
He supposed that she had had little experience of a certain sort of males, namely, men.
He considered the interlocutor.
He was sure he was male, but was perhaps a nondominant, a male who was forbidden to express his maleness, who does not practice it, who has not fulfilled it, such things.
He wondered if many of the males of Earth were nondominants.
Little wonder then, he thought, that so many of the women of Earth languish, deprived, in sexuality's polar wastes, that so many suffer seemingly inexplicable chronic ailments, that so many are mired in boredom or depression, that so many are twisted in neurosis, that so many are frustrated, miserable, petty, irritable, and nasty, that so many are unfulfilled and tragically unhappy.
Send the better ones, he thought, to a Gorean slave block.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter )