Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 22 | 446 | How magnificent he looked, seeing him now, once again, he in rich robes, at ease, rich, prosperous, secure, self-assured, splendid, more so than she had ever dreamed he might be. |
| 22 | 447 | He was the sort of man at whose feet a trembling slave would cringe, the sort of man at whose feet belonged women, the sort of man at whose feet a queen might beg her collar. |
| 22 | 448 | He was here! She gasped with terror, eagerness and desire. |
| 22 | 449 | She was shocked, she felt weak, her heart beat wildly, she feared her legs would give way beneath her, she was vulnerable, she was stripped, she felt giddy, and feared that she might faint. |
| 22 | 450 | Never had she expected to see him again! She fought to gain her breath. |
| 22 | 451 | She tried to stand very steadily. |
| 22 | 452 | She held the handles of the pitcher, hard, as though for support, as though for a renewed contact with what was solid and real. |
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How magnificent he looked, seeing him now, once again, he in rich robes, at ease, rich, prosperous, secure, self-assured, splendid, more so than she had ever dreamed he might be.
He was the sort of man at whose feet a trembling slave would cringe, the sort of man at whose feet belonged women, the sort of man at whose feet a queen might beg her collar.
He was here! She gasped with terror, eagerness and desire.
She was shocked, she felt weak, her heart beat wildly, she feared her legs would give way beneath her, she was vulnerable, she was stripped, she felt giddy, and feared that she might faint.
Never had she expected to see him again! She fought to gain her breath.
She tried to stand very steadily.
She held the handles of the pitcher, hard, as though for support, as though for a renewed contact with what was solid and real.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )