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Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)

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)
Chapter # Sentence # 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.

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)