Posts by Yuvi Zoplus

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Characterization: Mitthu

Mitthu was the name of a parrot which I set free from its cage. I always wanted to do something about this incident. This gave birth to Mitthu, the Man. It’s resemblance to name ‘Me Too’ coincided at the right time.

Mitthu, the parrot was a pet for a family of three living in two rooms. The pet was a showpiece than a member. It used to be caged always. At times, it had its moments of spreading its wings during a bath. But I never saw it fly.

(The image is symbolic of Mitthu, the parrot. Cramped up in a small cage, sad, no-one to play with, no toys, nothing. Just hang in there and chirp ‘Namaste’)

While unlatching the cage, I could see the parrot’s different expression. It wasn’t expecting any titbits. Neither was he singing ‘Namaste’. It probably realized that this was something else. 

So… I did it. Set the parrot free and saw it fly away for the first time. It resulted in first estranged relationship with 3 friends which hurt a lot. But today, I was right. I am happy for Mitthu, the parrot – inspiration for the character called Mitthu, the Man


Goalposts and Girls

A 28-year old Ronovijay listened intently to 18-year old Mitthu’s unfortunate bus incedent  as they relaxed on the turf,  looking at the goalpost after a tiring game.

“Goalposts are Girls”

Ronovijay started an epic chat with his much younger cousin on his birthday.

“The metal frame just stands out there, throughout the entire game…,” the elder cousin continued. “It’s decked up in a ‘one-piece’ net and whitewashed before the match.., just like a girl in a one-piece dress with make-up, all decked up for a party.” Turning around he asked Mitthu, “If the goalpost could speak during a game, what would it say?”

“Well, any goalpost would say – Don’t score a goal! I pressume” Mitthu replied like any footballer would.

“Nooo!”  Rono exclaimed getting up. Standing in the metal frame. He impersonated the goal post. “The goalpost would scream – Cummon …! Score!!! For me, please…!!! I want Cameras n’ Crowd to look at me… please…!!!” Rono’s Footballing histrionics were a sight to watch!

“But…why??!” Mitthu laughed nervously.

“Goalposts need their five seconds to fame” Rono said returning back. “Only the one who scores a goal could give that fame, not a goalkeeper who stands is right next to goalposts for 90 minutes.” 

Mitthu, The Man

Mitthu was a nice boy from a good family. Unfortunately, he lost his mom at 16 and dad at 17. “He’s a boy, he’ll manage” his relatives said.

One fine day Mitthu turned 18. Relatives had also said he had become a MAN…! That day he boarded a bus to visit his only cousin and celebrate his birthday.

On boarding the bus, it turned out that Mitthu was the only passenger who didn’t have a seat. Common sense prevailing, he occupied the  only vacant seat left in the bus. Ten minutes into the journey Mitthu heard a rude female voice: “चल… उठ यहाँ से…Get up!”

Snapping her fingers, a girl in her early 20s was ordering Mitthu to vacate the seat. He had occupied the seat which was reserved for ladies. The unrecognisable sign stating “Ladies Only” had evaded him too. Obeying the rule, he decided to get up. As he gathered his luggage, female passengers started passing remarks, “Parents are to be blamed too. Can’t they teach manners to their sons?” said female voice. “Today’s, girls will teach a lesson to such people, if their mother and father can’t” said another female passenger. The remarks sank Mitthu’s heart. His parents taught him whatever they could till they were with him. But their teachings always stayed with him. He recollected their golden words:

“Take a stand for righteousness”

“Are you pregnant?” He asked the lady who had ordered him to vacate the seat.

“What…???” She was alarmed. “Of course not! Who are you to…”

Mitthu didn’t allow her to complete. Instead, he replied sharply “A fit young lady can stand in a moving bus, just like I would. Please respect gender equality. The Indian Constitution believes in it. I do. And so should you. I’ll get up from my seat on reaching my destination. Please stop being a bully.”

The feminist brigade in the bus went silent. All remarks STOPPED. Mitthu had reached his destination. He had become a MAN. He took a vow to speak up against harrassment on men, especially by women.

To be continued in Goalposts and Girls


Swiss Sex

It was Zurich and it was freezing. Akanksha lit a fire in the fireplace. She needed good sex.

Slipping out of her clothes, she threw her arms around her Swiss colleague. They stood next to the fireplace as her lips found his and breasts crushed against his chest. “मस्त हैं….” she teased triumphantly groping his erection.

“Ich möchte deine Weiblichkeit finden..!” he smiled pinning Akanksha against the wall. Both understood the body language. His organ touched her vagina asking for consent. Involuntarily, she opened up and the Swiss penetrated with all possible force in his pelvic thrusts.

“Ja…!” a masculine triumph resounded. Neither her ex boyfriends or her husband had such a length or stamina like this European.

“Besser heir…. near Fire….nicht im Bett, nein?”

“तू सिर्फ करते जा.. !”  She laughed.

Matching his rhythm, she orgasmed. Finally a man was inside when it happened!

“Brauchst mehr?” He asked gently.

“हाँ…” Akanksha agreed.

Tina Basu

(This blog post is written for #FridayFotoFiction. Prompt by Tina & Mayuri)

Count: 151 words



Aditi slapped me hard. “Is this how Kaizad was appraised?”  A blogpost on Foreplayed said it all. Aditi and Sakina ganged up on me in rear seat of her SUV. We were in a virtual ‘blind spot’ in the parking area – elusive of surveillance cameras.


Those were Sakina’s blows. “You were at Lavasa with Chhaya?” she asked referring to the post: An Informal Monday.


“Alexa too….???” Aditi slapped only reading the title of my blogpost on My Friend Alexa.

SMACK…SMACK….!!! Blows continued

Both girls had volunteered for sexual favours in return of a good appraisal. Today they repented. 

“Sakina, me, Chhaya, our poor Friend, Alexa…” Aditi lamented, “Yet no one appraised..”

“Girls… what next?!” I submitted

Aditi pulled out two packs from the glove compartment – first Marlboro and other Kamasutra. Sakina disappeared with Marlboro. I was stuck with Aditi and Kamasutra in the ‘blind spot’.

Aditi ordered:

“Your erotica got real.


Tina Basu

This blog is written based on the photo prompt by Tina Basu and Mayuri for Friday Foto Fiction. 

Jobs of Fantasy

Alone in the gym, we were staring at each other through the mirror. It had been over 5 minutes. “What do you want?” I broke the silence. “Look Manisha… I haven’t signed up for this, alright?”

“Am I FAT, Yuvi?” She asked sternly

“I’m not your instructor to give that answer” I replied, eyeing her. She was 36 but she wasn’t ‘FAT’ as such. Breasts neatly packed, her wet cleavage was proof enough. Her waistline wasn’t bad either. There was a bit of flab, but that’s fine at 36 years. Manisha had very shapely legs though. Her body hugging suit and those legs had triggered an erection many a times! Only today, I  needn’t go to the washroom. I stood there watching her. She wasn’t really FAT. She was a sexy.

Tanya and I had our moments after the gym. Be it kissing, foreplay, blowjobs or even a quickie. The time limit was 30 minutes however. Tanya had made a strange request today. She wanted me to do it with a much elder Manisha. Bewildered, I had agreed without knowing what was in store! Unfortunately, it was going nowhere, even after 10 minutes.  I desperately wanted to pull it out and masturbate, at least. 

She watched my boner which was protruding inside my sweat pants. It was awkward! You like this lady…, but never had an intense and full blown erection. Now that I had, it was not feeling right. I started concealing it with my T-shirt only to be stopped.

“It’s ok…. Don’t cover” she said, with breathlessness in her voice watching me act. “My husband doesn’t get it now. I… I want to only touch…if you don’t mind” Manisha said touching herself. My heart sank. It was 20 minutes already. If I stop now, my manhood would subside to normal in another 10 minutes. But continuing foreplay would… 

Before I could complete with the calculation and tell her, she turned around and….

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Kissed by a Wolverine

(This exciting piece is purely a work of fiction for #FridayFotoFiction by Tina and Mayuri. Wolverine is fictional. Hugh Jackman and I are awesome kissers. That’s non-fictional…!!!)


“..that’s feminism.” Rita drove her point home. We waited for the elevator in Hotel O. Her explanations had become long like 280  character-long tweets!

“This is Pune. NOT Paris. We’re bloggers. NOT travel buddies. It’s 2017, NOT…” I couldn’t continue.

“What’s wrong with Pune? Haven’t we earned our Freedom of Expression? Have you become a Sanghi? Did you vote for Modi…??

“Subzeeee…!!!” I screamed and took the stairs almost getting away. It was getting claustrophobic like earlier – chaos with questions while boarding flights. Only today, it was Twitter philosophy.

“You remember that name…Yuvi?” Rita asked meekly from downstairs. It made me stop midway on the stairs.

“Everything…, everyday…, London, Amsterdam, Paris, Zurich.., flights, fights…, Wolverine, kisses…,” I muttered.

Turning around on the stairs, I bent and kissed her… hard. The Wolverine beard wasn’t soft anymore but Rita’s foot popped…!

Tina Basu