Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 16 | 144 | Please want me, Master! I rolled on my back and looked up at the moons. |
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Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 16 | 141 | They would decide when, and if, they were to be satisfied. |
| 16 | 142 | I wanted to seek the feet of Rask of Treve, on my belly, abjectly, as befits a slave; I wanted to cover them with soft, abundant cascades of hair, water them with salty, plentiful tears; I wanted to lick them, deferentially, lengthily, with a small, warm tongue; I wanted to kiss them, timidly, tenderly, again and again, over and over, pressing moist, hot, pleading, hopeful lips to them, not even daring to raise my eyes to his. |
| 16 | 143 | Please want me, Rask of Treve, I whispered to myself. |
| 16 | 144 | Please want me, Master! I rolled on my back and looked up at the moons. |
| 16 | 145 | I lay there, my fists clenched. |
| 16 | 146 | Then I closed my eyes. |
| 16 | 147 | I could not dare to look upon them again, the great, white, looming moons of Gor, dominating the sky. |
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They would decide when, and if, they were to be satisfied.
I wanted to seek the feet of Rask of Treve, on my belly, abjectly, as befits a slave; I wanted to cover them with soft, abundant cascades of hair, water them with salty, plentiful tears; I wanted to lick them, deferentially, lengthily, with a small, warm tongue; I wanted to kiss them, timidly, tenderly, again and again, over and over, pressing moist, hot, pleading, hopeful lips to them, not even daring to raise my eyes to his.
Please want me, Rask of Treve, I whispered to myself.
Please want me, Master! I rolled on my back and looked up at the moons.
I lay there, my fists clenched.
Then I closed my eyes.
I could not dare to look upon them again, the great, white, looming moons of Gor, dominating the sky.
- (Captive of Gor, Chapter 16)