Lacylegsulike
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I'm rather a fan of softcore. I guess for me its the difference between reading a book where my imagination provides most of the detail and a movie where you dont need your imagination so much.
The other problem, for me, is that at least in softcore you get some sort of a plot and better acting than in hardcore. Having said that I get a little annoyed that all the men in hard and softcore movies are well muscled young men and the only lesbian lovers, a fresh eyed young thing gets are also lithe and beautiful.
Although I tend to lust after (should that be letch) nubile young women, most of my fantasies involve old gay men. The stories, mostly written in my head are in the First Person....me at a young and tender age being forced to go further than I really want to.
When I try to write these stories Im afraid my libido gets in the way of the writing and............well you know and what.
So I'd like to put some of my story ideas here in the hope that someone will flesh them out. If this thread proves popular I'll add some more but for now I'll try to provide the skeleton of a story I call 'Out of Africa'
The story begins with a goodlooking young man of 18, fresh out of school with a glittering college career before him, but he wants to see a bit of the world first and takes up an offer to work at charity hospital in a 3rd world state somewhere in Africa. The small state has some problems with rebels, but they are far away in the south of the country. He reaches the place and is welcomed by the elderly Doctor. His duties are mainly fetching and carrying and he and the Doc are billeted in an old 3 storey ex-colonial hotel in a nearby town. All goes well for the first 2 weeks although the hotel manager, a halfcaste pudgy little man puts him off a little and he feels nervous around him , but cannot understand why.
Then one afternoon everything changes. On his way back to the hospital after fetching something from the hotel for the Doctor, he hears shots and sees smoke. Looking down on the compound from a bushy ridge he sees black men in combat fatigues and witnesses the Doctor being executed.
In a blind panic he flees the scene and only comes to his senses on the outskirts of the town.
Realising that the only person he can turn to for help is the hotel manager he makes his way to the hotel through silent streets, full of boarded up windows. The hotel is also boarded up but making his way round to the rear he attracts the attention of the manager who pulls him inside.
Comforting the young man he says he will hide him and escorts him to the top floor where he discloses a secret room, used by smugglers in the old colonial days.
It is very hot and the boy has no water but waits in fear as he hears the sounds of heavy boots and sounds of searching. Finally after many hours the manager reappears, carrying a glass and a jug of water. When the boy begs for a drink the manager tells him with a leer that he may purchase a sip, with an item of clothing
The other problem, for me, is that at least in softcore you get some sort of a plot and better acting than in hardcore. Having said that I get a little annoyed that all the men in hard and softcore movies are well muscled young men and the only lesbian lovers, a fresh eyed young thing gets are also lithe and beautiful.
Although I tend to lust after (should that be letch) nubile young women, most of my fantasies involve old gay men. The stories, mostly written in my head are in the First Person....me at a young and tender age being forced to go further than I really want to.
When I try to write these stories Im afraid my libido gets in the way of the writing and............well you know and what.
So I'd like to put some of my story ideas here in the hope that someone will flesh them out. If this thread proves popular I'll add some more but for now I'll try to provide the skeleton of a story I call 'Out of Africa'
The story begins with a goodlooking young man of 18, fresh out of school with a glittering college career before him, but he wants to see a bit of the world first and takes up an offer to work at charity hospital in a 3rd world state somewhere in Africa. The small state has some problems with rebels, but they are far away in the south of the country. He reaches the place and is welcomed by the elderly Doctor. His duties are mainly fetching and carrying and he and the Doc are billeted in an old 3 storey ex-colonial hotel in a nearby town. All goes well for the first 2 weeks although the hotel manager, a halfcaste pudgy little man puts him off a little and he feels nervous around him , but cannot understand why.
Then one afternoon everything changes. On his way back to the hospital after fetching something from the hotel for the Doctor, he hears shots and sees smoke. Looking down on the compound from a bushy ridge he sees black men in combat fatigues and witnesses the Doctor being executed.
In a blind panic he flees the scene and only comes to his senses on the outskirts of the town.
Realising that the only person he can turn to for help is the hotel manager he makes his way to the hotel through silent streets, full of boarded up windows. The hotel is also boarded up but making his way round to the rear he attracts the attention of the manager who pulls him inside.
Comforting the young man he says he will hide him and escorts him to the top floor where he discloses a secret room, used by smugglers in the old colonial days.
It is very hot and the boy has no water but waits in fear as he hears the sounds of heavy boots and sounds of searching. Finally after many hours the manager reappears, carrying a glass and a jug of water. When the boy begs for a drink the manager tells him with a leer that he may purchase a sip, with an item of clothing
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