Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
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Quote
21
181
Though any Gorean male might make me, in spite of myself, a panting, orgasmic slave in his arms, I knew it had been only he, Clitus Vitellius, whom I had truly loved, and yet loved.
Though any Gorean male might make me, in spite of myself, a panting, orgasmic slave in his arms, I knew it had been only he, Clitus Vitellius, whom I had truly loved, and yet loved.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #181)
Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
21
178
Again I could not help my responsiveness to men, true men, Gorean men.
21
179
To an Earth girl, accustomed to the hypocrisy and weakness of the men of Earth, their shame, their inhibitions and pretenses, the Gorean male, in his honesty, his power, his lust, his manhood, is a hurricane of joy.
21
180
Clitus Vitellius, I knew, had been angry that I could not help but respond to men, scorning me for this rightly, perhaps, as the slave and slut I was, but I did not care.
21
181
Though any Gorean male might make me, in spite of myself, a panting, orgasmic slave in his arms, I knew it had been only he, Clitus Vitellius, whom I had truly loved, and yet loved.
21
182
In his arms I had always been the most helpless.
21
183
He was my love master.
21
184
The officer gestured to the sailor who had first chained me, and he approached.
Again I could not help my responsiveness to men, true men, Gorean men.
To an Earth girl, accustomed to the hypocrisy and weakness of the men of Earth, their shame, their inhibitions and pretenses, the Gorean male, in his honesty, his power, his lust, his manhood, is a hurricane of joy.
Clitus Vitellius, I knew, had been angry that I could not help but respond to men, scorning me for this rightly, perhaps, as the slave and slut I was, but I did not care.
Though any Gorean male might make me, in spite of myself, a panting, orgasmic slave in his arms, I knew it had been only he, Clitus Vitellius, whom I had truly loved, and yet loved.
In his arms I had always been the most helpless.
He was my love master.
The officer gestured to the sailor who had first chained me, and he approached.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 21)