Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
22
310
She fell to kissing me, with the lascivious, wanton joy of the slave girl, given no choice but to reveal and liberate, and act upon, completely and with perfection, her deepest, most hidden desires, even though she might, in misery, scorn herself for possessing them.
She fell to kissing me, with the lascivious, wanton joy of the slave girl, given no choice but to reveal and liberate, and act upon, completely and with perfection, her deepest, most hidden desires, even though she might, in misery, scorn herself for possessing them.
- (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #310)
Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
22
307
Then, wrapping my sword belt about my scabbard, the blade within, I placed the weapon, belt and scabbard within the bag, that they be protected from moisture.
22
308
I then slipped into the bag.
22
309
"May your slave, Leah," whispered Leah, "attempt to please her master?" "Yes," I told her.
22
310
She fell to kissing me, with the lascivious, wanton joy of the slave girl, given no choice but to reveal and liberate, and act upon, completely and with perfection, her deepest, most hidden desires, even though she might, in misery, scorn herself for possessing them.
22
311
Toward morning Leah slept, and I held her to me.
22
312
I looked up at the sail, the stars over the mast.
22
313
I left the sleeping bag and drew my clothes about me, belting, too, to my side, the steel sword of Gor.
Then, wrapping my sword belt about my scabbard, the blade within, I placed the weapon, belt and scabbard within the bag, that they be protected from moisture.
I then slipped into the bag.
"May your slave, Leah," whispered Leah, "attempt to please her master?" "Yes," I told her.
She fell to kissing me, with the lascivious, wanton joy of the slave girl, given no choice but to reveal and liberate, and act upon, completely and with perfection, her deepest, most hidden desires, even though she might, in misery, scorn herself for possessing them.
Toward morning Leah slept, and I held her to me.
I looked up at the sail, the stars over the mast.
I left the sleeping bag and drew my clothes about me, belting, too, to my side, the steel sword of Gor.
- (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 22)