Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
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Indeed, it was often thought that lower-caste women, for all their jollity and looseness, or perhaps in virtue of it, commonly tended to live a more genuinely satisfactory life than their sisters of the higher, nobler castes.
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745
To be sure, much depends on the particular woman, the caste, the city, and sometimes, I understand, even the neighborhood or district within the city, as a Gorean city, as many cities, often contains a medley of subcultures.
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746
I had encountered something of these distinctions on Earth, and even in the sorority, in which we had tended to pride ourselves on our station, our aloofness, and, in a sense, our frigidity.
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747
"No man will ever turn me into something like that," I had heard, "some gasping, whimpering, squirming, moaning, begging plaything!" I had taken her seriously until I had inadvertently come upon her in one of the house's bedrooms, late, during a party, naked, on her knees before a male, his belt wrapped and buckled about her neck, her hands tied behind her with a stocking, leaning forward, kissing at his legs, begging to be touched again.
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She had turned about, seeing me, tears in her eyes, frightened, agonized, discovered.
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749
I had turned away.
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750
Oddly, I did not feel dismayed at what I had seen.
Indeed, it was often thought that lower-caste women, for all their jollity and looseness, or perhaps in virtue of it, commonly tended to live a more genuinely satisfactory life than their sisters of the higher, nobler castes.
To be sure, much depends on the particular woman, the caste, the city, and sometimes, I understand, even the neighborhood or district within the city, as a Gorean city, as many cities, often contains a medley of subcultures.
I had encountered something of these distinctions on Earth, and even in the sorority, in which we had tended to pride ourselves on our station, our aloofness, and, in a sense, our frigidity.
"No man will ever turn me into something like that," I had heard, "some gasping, whimpering, squirming, moaning, begging plaything!" I had taken her seriously until I had inadvertently come upon her in one of the house's bedrooms, late, during a party, naked, on her knees before a male, his belt wrapped and buckled about her neck, her hands tied behind her with a stocking, leaning forward, kissing at his legs, begging to be touched again.
She had turned about, seeing me, tears in her eyes, frightened, agonized, discovered.
I had turned away.
Oddly, I did not feel dismayed at what I had seen.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter )