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giffsmaster_pro · 04-03-2026, 12:25 AM

(02-03-2026, 08:21 PM)Aavesh9 Wrote: Sorry I don't know if I can do anything from my end. But, dear administrator(s), please allow this user to reply with pics or gifs.

Thank you Aavesh9 i have asked Sarit to help me, lets see if he allows.

In the mean while I will just post the link.

upblown · 06-03-2026, 11:40 PM

please update soon

xossissippi · 07-03-2026, 12:34 AM

(26-02-2026, 06:26 PM)Aavesh9 Wrote: Hi Sir,
Can't agree more to your kind and thoughtful words. I am sure YLTS would definitely be watching and reading your thoughts with appreciation. You wrote what I wanted to say in simple language...absolutely and totally felt like I was literally witnessing the scene in front of my eyes.

Sometimes, I never feel like reading something so long as usually half-way thru I get bored or even feel the need to continue later. But, since start, I could't stop spending the time enough to read every word of what YLTS wrote because it's simply too 'absorbing' and by default forced me to complete every post.

Once again, I got an additional post from YLTS that I am going to share in few minutes. Can't follow the weight of what's written or what was the underlying message that YLTS wanted to convey...but posting it 'as-was'.

Thank you for your kind and appreciative words Aavesh sir. I couldn't thank you enough already, you have really kept the spirit of YLTS alive. Each update posted feels like it is actually YLTS who is posting these updates here. The great care and efforts you have taken shows here, Great job sir! The entire xossipy community is grateful to you!
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xossissippi · 07-03-2026, 01:11 AM

(26-02-2026, 06:48 PM)Aavesh9 Wrote: Note from our dear YLTS:

Please share this note to my readers...if it happens a day that I may not be present to receive their feelings on what I am writing...

A soliloquy (it's mine alone):
"Meri dua hai ke aapke dil ka aangan hamesha us noor se munaa'war rahe jo kabhi dhal'ti nahi"
"Main jis dast'aan ki girah khol rahi hoon, us ka kinara abhi uf'aq se bhi paa'r hai; ye silsila sa'diyon par mou'hit hai"
"Is musaa'fat mein mere saath chalne aap sabr ki rida ohdh'ni hogi, kyunke ekhte'taam abhi meri nazron se bhi ojh'al hai"

Message to my dears:
Real life can never be imprisoned within words because emotions have no language to express how one really feels inside their respectful hearts.
Whatever I am writing, consider it mere fiction or a tale of absurdity and forget it; reality is far deeper and filled with unworldly complex knots than these.

A humble request
It is 'empathy' alone that prevails and sustain over every human relationship. Love can indeed co-exist, but it is never the first step upon which the foundation of relationships rests...
So, be empathetic to others, please don't allow your personal ego get the upperhand at all times, even at your worst life moments...but, I wish none of you go through such moments...
My love and respect to all...live your lives in full...spare few moments here to say anything that you feel about what I am scribbling...

Tanvi has just begun a new chapter of her life...let's all wait and see where she leads her life to...

Can't even begin to describe how much of a multi-talented person YLTS is. I believe only an emotional yet highly intelligent being is capable to write poems. My mediocre brain can understand only some lines but can feel they are very profound.

Plus YLTS knows Japanese as well! and Urdu! and that command over English language! I mean C'mon! talk about sheer talent here. Let's take a moment and appreciate these skills. It must've taken years to master.

I had to lookup what 'soliloquy' means. After reading it I thought I would share. Apologies for shamelessly copying from wikipedia -

"A soliloquy is a monologue in drama in which a character speaks their thoughts aloud, typically while alone on stage or onscreen. It is used to reveal the character's inner feelings, motivations, or plans directly to the audience."

"The primary function of a soliloquy is to provide audiences with direct and unmediated access to a character's internal thoughts, emotions, and motivations. Unlike dialogue, which involves interaction between characters, a soliloquy creates a situation where the character's private world is made publicly visible without the need for interaction with other characters."

Example - William Shakespeare employed soliloquies extensively in his plays, using them to convey pivotal moments of decision, doubt, or revelation. Juliet delivers a soliloquy on the balcony, unaware that Romeo is listening in act 2, scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet.

I think this is (could be one of many) magic sauce YLTS uses, YLTS employs soliloquy through out the story. The author makes the internal conflicts, emotions, vulnerability of Tanvi visible to the audience through intense detailed wording.

YLTS could be the William Shakespeare of erotica! YLTS was beyond this world!

Nobita · 07-03-2026, 07:59 PM

Waiting brother

giffsmaster_pro · Yesterday, 12:05 AM

"Am I doing it right, Khurramji?"

fantasywriter · Yesterday, 03:31 PM

(01-03-2026, 05:33 PM)Aavesh9 Wrote: Hi Sir,

Thank you so much for these words and I am sure your appreciations is seen and ready by YLTS, despite...However, just like how you felt I also feel the same because many readers by looking at sheer size of each post would at first think twice or more before starting to read these posts. But once a person starts, i am sure it is impossible to stop finishing it (also I do agree that the writing is long and in full describing to minute details).

I knew YLTS in person and the fact that this beautiful human is no longer with us, still haunts me and I am unable to come to terms with it. I was tasked with posting the stories at given intervals defined by YLTS, and I am trying my level best to honor that wonderful human's ask.

The last few chapters came with an instruction to post one-after-other-day so readers could have the flow of how Tanvi finally reached a place of no-return...that is why multiple chapters got posted in a rush...it is same like YLTS asked for.

One most important point - I am posting exact to exact (if you find any grammatical or word errors, please ping me and I shall edit it accordingly)...

Sirr, on "A Wife's Predicament" - the way that story was written (as explained by YLTS) was with external coercing and YLTS have re-wrote everything and kept for posting here in Xossipy (to my understanding, one of our reader and follower to YLTS posted it here and YLTS requested it to be removed. I will be posting it at a later date...but kindly be patient...focus given by YLTS is on Tanvi's story and from what I see ... this is going to be a 'REAL' SAGA!

On Clandestine Prosecution - same as above. YLTS have given certain timeline to publish it as well, honestly I am not sure if this is completed or not...but will continue my task.

Finally, as a fellow reader and admirer to YLTS, let's appreciate the kind and loving human thru our words and emotions here...let's not stop our thoughts within ourselves...

I am sure YLTS would luv to know what we feel about this SAGA...

Thanks Aavesh!

I am not much active in this thread because I know YTLS from "Clandestine Prosecution" and so attached to it that I would not read anything lesser than that. Although it is unfair to comment without reading "A Banana Muffin Saga" . But I will read that first if that masterpiece will see light again.

Thanks again !

Aavesh9 · Yesterday, 05:39 PM

Chapter-73:

She turned her back to Dattu to head inside, and the keys from her other hand dropped to the floor as a sudden, calculated accident.

If her face was towards Dattu, he would've seen how red her cheeks were from the extreme shame she felt from the deliberate exposure to the low-class milkman who could hardly even dream of such a thing in real-life...but this was real...all too real...

Dattu, whose breath was caught in his throat, saw the woman of his wild, filthy dreams crouching down to her shins for a moment, and then slowly standing up.

Then!

His eyes couldn't believe what he saw, and his heart nearly stopped.

Right in front of him, hardly two feet from his face...was the half-naked woman standing up with the keys caught from the floor, and while doing it, the back of her tee-shirt...that thin, flimsy hem...lifting automatically as her body straightened.

Through her gloriously naked ass-cheeks, he saw a glimpse of the forbidden fruit he had only ever imagined in his darkest and filthiest fantasies.

Dattu finally got the first view of Tanvi's naked ass; it wasn't fully displayed, but half of her pale yellow, firm ass-cheeks were exposed as the hem lifted and bunched up when she crouched and stood.

The lowlife milkman from Basti finally got the first view of Tanvi's naked ass, though it wasn't fully displayed...but, half of her ass-cheeks were exposed as the hem lifted and bunched up when she crouched and stood.

With a slow, sideway nod at Dattu, a silent, heavy message passed between them...an understanding of some dark, devilish and primal sort that neither could take back.

Tanvi closed and locked the main door and let out a deep, long moan as her breath passed outside in a heavy gasp, her heart racing at the sheer ecstasy of the exposure.

Dattu took his first real breath only once he saw the door getting closed, his head spinning with the explicit image of her bared skin.

Both, Tanvi and Dattu stood gasping and panting for breaths in their extremely heated space...

A male unable to believe the vision he had just been gifted with, and a female who failed miserably with utter shame to find a single reason of her being unable to control her worst and dirtiest scandalous craving she had just fallen prey to...

The two humans were paralyzed on opposite sides of her home, unresponsive and unable to collect any rationale for their mutual misdeeds…but unknown to both…their respective pubic spots were already drenched!

Dattu took his first breath once he saw the door getting closed.

Was there an unspoken evil pact that got sealed between the 'Madamji' and the low-life milkman from Basti...???

OR...

Was it really a despoiled mistake of Tanvi's judgement gone wrong...???

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Tanvi's movements were robotic and hollow until she scrubbed the scent of Khurram off her skin in the shower, ate a few dry loaves of bread, and finally settled on her bed to sleep. She felt drained, like a carcass that had released the last drop of blood remaining in its veins, her body aching from the relentless pounding it had endured. The soreness between her thighs was a constant, throbbing reminder of the ordeal, making her feel like a woman who had finally finished unloading the last drop of filth her body could possibly contain.

When she forced her heavy eyelids to close, her mind betrayed her, conjuring the image of that very same atrocious penis laying soft and spread on Khurram's thigh earlier when she had woken up in his bed.

An unwilling, bitter chuckle escaped her lips while she thought...despite taking multiple rounds of being used and stretched...she was able to take that massive thing.

She had finally accepted to take a penis other than her husband's to enter deep inside her, enduring every thrust from another man's cock until she finally made that unholy shaft to become soft and spent, taming the beast that had violated her. That very thought and the vivid view of him defeated sent a sharp flicker of a jolt through her spine, a perverse heat that she didn’t want to concur but could not ignore.

In her lost, drifting sense of sleep, her brain began to claw at her, questioning the scandalous display she had performed for Dattu just an hour earlier.

All of a sudden, Khurram’s sophisticated cruelty was no longer the centerpiece of her thoughts; it was replaced by her lowlife milkman...Dattu. The image of his dark, hungry face burned in her mind, and her brain failed to rationalize why she had beckoned to him. She had no logical answer, only the realization that it was a visceral, reflex response to her own depraved cravings that had been suppressed for too long.

For some reason, the deliberate self-exposure she had performed for the low-class milkman gave her a more jagged, electric satisfaction than she had felt from the forceful, clinical sex delivered by Khurram.

She reminisced about the moment when she had purposefully stood up from her crouching stance with Dattu looming behind her like a vulture; she remembered how she had made an extra, calculated arch of her hips to ensure the hem of the tee-shirt stretched up her ass to expose her.

She knew she wasn't wearing a single stitch of lace inside; she was fully aware that her bare, unprotected skin was inches from his face. She knew that even an inch further, and Dattu would have been presented with the full, stark sight of her naked buttocks.

Tanvi was fully aware it was all going too far...some of it had already crossed a line she never thought she’d touch...but a main question remained screaming and unasnwered inside her head..."Wasn't this what she was desperate for? All this while?"

Tanvi slept through the rest of the day in a state of terminal exhaustion, waking up a few times only to refresh herself before succumbing to the darkness again.

Each time she drifted off, her dreams became a theater of filth, filled with images of Dattu taking her, his rough and dirty hands mauling her delicate skin as she allowed herself to succumb to his primitive strength. She saw his black, unwashed shaft defiling her high-class chastity, and the vivid image of a pool of their combined cum glistening under her ass as the ultimate proof of her torn chastity and her descent into the Basti's shadow.

For some reason, amidst the horror and the soreness, she felt a terrifying sense of freedom.

The heavy, gold shackles that had held her marriage vows together were finally broken, shattered into pieces that faded into remoteness. She was no longer bound under the suffocating weight of her own purity; it was gone, incinerated by the gaze of a milkman and the touch of a predator. She was no longer a wife or a lady of status; she was a woman who had finally let the filth in, and as she closed her eyes one last time, she realized she never wanted to wash it away.

For some reason unknown, she felt free of all bindings. The very shackles had faded into remoteness...she was no longer connected under the wows she made to her husband...it was gone...forever? that question loomed over her sleeping subconscious mind...

A sort of liberation...unbounding...came over into her through her tired and spent slumber.

Later that day, Tanvi called her Mother and spoke with her children, trying to bring some normalcy inside her head. After her call, she sat with a coffee while recalling last night's events.

Then her phone rang, and she paused. It was Hansa. She didn't want to answer but she did. Talking with someone...anyone would take the carnal thoughts away.

"Hello Hansaji"

"Hi Tanvi"

"Yes, anything I can do for you, maybe make another video?", a sarcastic question to Hansa.

"Tanvi. I wanted to call you all this while and the very thought of how I can explain stopped me from making this call. I am sorry...I am so sorry it happened", Hansa's tone was sincere.

"But it did?"

"Yes. See, I called to apologise. The only person I wanted to come clean with is you, Tanvi"

"Sure"

"Yes, I know what you are going through"

"You do? Really?"

"Yes. I am fully aware of it. See, Tanvi, I want to tell you one thing. Just one thing"

"Tell me that you are sorry?"

"Yes, that too...I am sorry and I apologise with all my heart, till you find some means to forgive me someday. Another thing is, these people around you...everyone...are bad, really vile and venomous. They intend no good for you. Every single one of them, each has their own agenda on you. I want you to be aware of it"

"And, you don't?", Tanvi was still sarcastic, but her interest piqued.

"Me? Yes, me too...I had...but now...", she paused. "Listen Tanvi, I am not a good person either. But, I hate the fact that I am also part of something that would hurt you...hurt your life and I don't want it to be that way, Tanvi"

"Okay, and what is it, Hansaji?

"I know, Tanvi, that you won't believe a word I am saying after what happened...after what I did to you. But, please, trust me on this...I want to make it right, once...please trust me"

"I...I don't understand what you are saying, Hansaji"

"Right, yes. Look, Tanvi. That day when you were at Upendra's home with your family, I left my phone on the kitchen counter and while making my coffee, Maahi opened it and found our video. She shared it with Upendra without me knowing. When you were about to leave, Upendra updated you about it and I was shocked and sad. I was lost on how it happened and how much I hurt you...an apology will not be enough to cover the damage I did to you. I am truly sorry...I am telling the truth...because I want your trust once again"

"Ji"

"Tanvi, Khurram is a dangerous person, toxic and extremely egoistic. He planned something to do with you, and got Upendra and Maahi into it. Seducing Sanjoth with Maahi was part of that plan. I know that he made Safiya do what he asked of her as well. She was and still is completely against what Khurram has in his mind, but she is too weak to take any action against him. But, Maahi, being a business woman, just wants her business to thrive and she doesn't care about anything else", Hansa paused a bit.

"Ji"

"Why I tell you this is, for you to be prepared and I am also gearing up some strings at my end. Khurram actually put a stop to his depravity when Mehta's wife died...I can't say it was a simple death...it was a murder...with or without other hands in it...but it was so. Once it happened, Khurram stopped everything for the last few years. It was when you entered your apartment complex that he restarted all this madness. It was he who brought Mehta into the loop. They were not in talking terms till Khurram offered him something to do with you. I am sure with Sanjoth not being there now at home with you, Khurram would've made a move on you already, if not, it will happen"

"No, it happened already", Tanvi sobbed a bit.

"Oh God! Oh my God! My poor girl...he...he is a monster...I will not forgive that Bastard!", Hansa seethed into the phone.

"He did bad things with me already, Hansaji. I...I had nothing to stop him...I could not...there was no one to ask for help...even Sanjoth left me alone", she sobbed hard.

"Tanvi, Tanvi...relax. I know it's a stupid word, but try to relax. He deliberately made Sanjoth walk out of your home for next two weeks, to make his plan into motion. If he did it already, then the worst is yet to come. I...I don't know what it could be...but I can say that whatever he has in mind, have both Upendra and Mehta also in it"

"Ash'i'ga'su'kum!" (Oh-God!), Tanvi yelped in Japanese expressing her true horror.

"Look. As I told you just now, I am getting ready for something that will close the chapter of Upendra and Maahi, forever. There are certain things that I have in my hands to make it happen. It would destroy everything they built up so far, by reducing other humans as puppets...they morally destroyed me...using me as their business partner, they forced me to do so many bad things, campaigning young women to do very bad things in the pretext of my photography. I don't want it anymore...harming you was the last straw that I could bite. That morning, when you looked at me, that look you gave me, that alone was enough for me to stop every bad things that I did for them, with them...and I have my plans...it involves you...not to harm you...but, I will soon have something to save you from this mess that I also contributed to...few days...just few more day...if you can...I request you, Tanvi...just endure that mad bastard for a few days more...show him that you are part of his plans...and I will hit back...pull you out of this misery...it's my promise to you. Tanvi...my promise", Hansa also felt her voice breaking as her eyes teared up.

"I understand, Hansaji. I am alone in this mess...and I will try my best to overcome...I will try"

"Promise me one thing. If you are heart broken and feel the need to take any drastic step...call me...just call me...and I will be with you...wherever I am, I will reach you"

"Thank you, Hansaji. I won't do anything as such. I am the only one for my children...I won't forget it"

"Yes, please keep it in your mind, always"

"Ji, yes"

They closed the call.

Tanvi sat back wiping her tears away as she felt some sort of comfort spreading her body and mind. Suddenly, it felt like she wasn't alone. Though Hansa's updates were on a positive note, she felt something was missing, then she knew what it was. Picking her phone again, she dialled for Sylvie.

Sylvie picked at the first ring.

"Tanvi, are you alright?", Sylvie's first question was enough for Tanvi to break down. She explained everything that happened between her and Khurram. Then about Hansa's call. Blurted everything she held in her heart.

"Sylvie, I don't know if I am a good woman or not. There were times, especially when he made his last moves when I actually, wholeheartedly accepted it. Deep inside me, I knew it was what I wanted all along. To cheat my marriage...to feel that freedom of having no shackles of marriage locks...I was someone else, Sylvie...I was forcing him to have sex with me...I welcomed him...I should die...I don't deserve to live this life anymore"

Sylvie was mortified as she listened to all of it. "Tanvi, first of all, it was good that you sent the kids away, otherwise it would've been something else. So, relax first. Next, he told you that he will come tonight also, right? And, with what Hansa told you, now we are sure that Khurram has some plans with you to do with Upendra and Mehta. Look, one thing I didn't tell you so far was how Upendra and Maahi treated me. They made me do things with their customers, making me a pawn in their games, once he bangd me as well...I lodged a complaint then, with all the proof, but it backfired...it became like I made a wrong accusation and was forced to work for them. I know that Hansa knows about it as well, she has been nice to me then on. So, with all of this happening, I suggest you relax, let Khurram come over and make him talk. You have to do it Tanvi...make sure to make him talk okay"

"I will try, Sylvie...I don't know how much I can stop him...but I will try. This madness is not to continue and I will make sure to remove these people from my life, one way or another", Tanvi took a deep breath as she closed their conversation.

It was a bit later as darkness clouded on her part of the world when Tanvi started to get paranoid. She knew Khurram would walk in any moment and by thinking about the bitter realization of her reality, or maybe the fact that it was always there and she just refused to acknowledge it, made her heart sink in a very bad way.

Khurram was right on many things he said the previous night. He made her do certain things yes, but there were numerous times that she could've walked out and she didn't. Suddenly, she felt like everything she said since the moment she walked into her apartment where she lived now, was only a facade...just a trick that her brain played to mask her actual, innermost cravings.

She recognized the hard fact that every choice she made was actually a call from her inner self. She wanted to believe it was over as she received what she was longing for, from the old man of course...but even when that ray of thought entered, she dismissed it immediately. The woman, the married and loyal wife, the proud mother, was long gone...it was someone else breathing in her body...instead, the presence of a sexual predator in female body that sat, waiting for her man to come and quench that filthy hunger inside her...she wanted more of it...more of him...more of her...

"Tanvi", Khurram's deep voice came from outside.

She didn't reply as she held her breath.

"Open the door, Tanvi", a second call.

She stood up on shaky legs, buttoning the house-gown as she took forward steps to her living room door. Her legs trembled, her heart heaved, with the knowledge that she was about to submit her perfect life into destruction...a choice...deliberate choice of her own.

Another night...at her house? or his?

A second night...to spend with the wretched old man!

A celebration! Maybe?

With doubtful steps, she opened the door with a shaking heart. She wasn’t sure if the decision to open was right or not, but she knew if she didn't, he would break in and whatever damage that could follow would be something beyond repair...her life.

She noticed with dread that suddenly she wasn't afraid. For the first time after getting introduced to the giant old man, she wasn’t feeling fearful. It confused her poor heart.

"Why did you lock this grille?", his gaze was blazing, anger of course.

She didn’t reply and unlocked the grille.

Once he walked inside, he went straight to the recliner and sat. Tanvi saw that he was carrying a pouch, and wondered what he had inside it. Without asking what was in her mind, she sat on the large couch adjacent to where he sat...close...but not too close.

"So, you didn't tell me. Why did you lock the grille?", he asked again with his usual gruff voice.

"I...I was sleeping"

"Hmm...okay. Get me that Wine, it was great"

Without answering again, she went to Kitchen and kept the half finished bottle and two glasses. She knew the drill and he smiled knowingly acknowledging her actions.

"I got a special Beer, for you", he updated and pulled four bottles of Japanese brand beer from his pouch and opened two. Without additional words, he opened two bottles, and poured into the glasses, and mixed the Wine along with it.

"Now, this will be a great drink, for tonight", he deliberately added the last word of 'tonight' making it obvious that he was in for another repetition of their previous night together.

It was hard, sour, and Tanvi almost choked as she took the first sip.

"It's hard at the start, after a few sips, it will be okay", he comforted in a mellow tone.

She nodded back and took another sip. It wasn’t bitter at first.

"Now, Tanvi, a couple of things to say", Khurram started and saw her listening to him like a child. With a grin, he continued.

"Yesterday was a test, and you passed in flying colors", he paused and saw her grimacing.

"And, everything that I said during our good time, are not just jokes. I was serious in all aspects", he paused again.

"So, what I want to say is, you are mine now, there's no turning back on it. No more Sanjoth, no more any other dick who might give a thrill to you...and I mean it when I say, you are mine"

"Khurramji, I heard everything you said yesterday and now. But, why do I keep on saying I did something with someone else...I honestly didn't do anything. That is a fact"

"No. You are lying with me. Even now. You will tell me everything by tonight. Now, THIS is THE only fact!"

She wanted to reply, but kept quiet.

"Right, finish it now. It's only our first bottle, we need to finish this...before...", he paused long enough and the words made her face go red.

Tanvi gulped the balance and saw him refilling her glass and his. She sipped again, as she wanted to feel a bit of courage...to fight the smug bastard who was treating her like nobody.

"Right, so, first things first. Did you shave?"

"N...no"

"Why not?"

"I...I never did in my life before. I...I think a woman need to keep hair...there"

"No, Tanvi. It was your body till yesterday. Now, you are mine. I am your man. And, you will listen to everything that I asked of you, got it?"

She wanted to retort, but held. This wasn't the time to fight, she heard her voice inside.

"I guessed as much", he gave a gruff laugh and continued. "Tanvi, go and change into this", as he said, he pulled up his tee-shirt from his torso and extended it to a confused looking mother. "You looked hot wearing my tee-shirt today morning. I want to see you in this one now...go and change"

"No, Khurramji, please no", she protested and was suddenly horrified that he was about to restart what he did the previous night.

"You won't? Okay, then I can help", he suggested as he pushed up slowly from where he sat.

Tanvi snatched the tee from him and jumped to rush into her bedroom. She knew very well what was to happen and with no option with her, she removed her housecoat and stood thinking for a moment. Her head was already dazed with the Beer and Wine. Adding fuel to it, the awful images of the last night flashed into her head like a storm.

She removed her inner wear quickly and pulled the most sleazy pair she ever had...the one he asked to wear at the Gym. She wanted to wear it then, but couldn't. She couldn't pass the greed of her cunt anymore. She pulled the thong panty and slitted bra that clung on her like there was nothing on her. Just a few strings. Once satisfied to see how slutty and whorish she looked in the mirror, she pulled the tee-shirt over her, and gasped. The sleeveless sides of his tee-shirt exposed more than it covered. A large portion of her breasts and shoulders were exposed sideways, and the only solace was it's length...it was longer than the one she wore in the morning. It reached mid-thigh. With a snort, she walked out and sat pensively on the large couch. She had to take a large sip of her drink to make her a bit comfortable and less embarrassed.

"Now, this is what I was telling you. My tee-shirts are made for you", he chuckled loudly, making her face redder.

"Alright, let's start cleaning up then", Khurram announced and she was confused when she saw him standing up to his full length.

"Come, my hot woman", he announced and held her wrists, to make her stand, and forced her to sit on the same recliner where he cleared off.

In her confused state, Tanvi failed to register the vile intentions. She watched him kneeling next to her, and openingthe pouch.

"Move your tee-shirt", Khurram growled with a wicked smile.

Tanvi scooted up a bit, and with an embarrassment of being naked, pulled the hem of the long tee-shirt to her waist.

"My my, you are really prepared for tonight, aren't you, slut?", Khurram chuckled when he saw what she had worn inside. Last of his unspoken questions went answered.

As she sat bewildered, questions rushed into her head. She was belittled of course and the degratory curses were continuing to spill from the wretched old man like it was.a normal speech.

"Is he going to fuck here, same like yesterday? Would he lick me again? Da'me!", shivers went through her vertebrae and it was not going away from her body at any cost.

She was yet again half-splooted with legs lifted up and spread wide like a ragged piece of meat.

With an appreciating grunt, Khurram took a small tube and squirted a large dollop of white cream on one finger. Then with the other hand, he moved her panty, to sideways, under her ass, removing the tiny cover from her pussy, making it bare naked.

Her dense, black pubic hair got exposed.

He came closer to her with his smug grin. "I knew you wouldn't clean it...it's time for a little...clean up"

Tanvi knew she was absolutely vulnerable against the dark cloud shrouded over her. The beer and wine gave some comfort, yes, but it wasn't helpful when the giant brown man reached such proximity.

The calamity that overlooked her helpless form was nothing compared to her inner turmoil. She had never dreamt of cleaning her privates in her life.

Her head tilted back and she whimpered as the soft recliner cushion accepted her weight.

Khurram lifted her legs one after another, placing both in a wide angle over each armrest...making her thoroughly spread...and embarrassingly exposed.

Yet, a large part of her conscious brain kept on shouting and screaming at her to stop this madness.

Khurram grinned devilishly when he saw Tanvi jolting the moment he touched her pubic hair with the shaving cream on his finger.

Worst for Tanvi, she was now naked from waist down, with increased suffocation, she groaned her discomfort when his large and thick fingers started to spread the thick cream all over her upper groin, then moved down slowly to lather her vaginal outer area, and the way he used his hand, now more or less using all his fingers, sliced across her soft, pink folds...touching...but not close enough!

Within the next few minutes, Tanvi's entire groin and pubic area, including her rectal ring was covered with the white foam. It's smell, the heavy odour of the shaving cream, hit and entered her nostrils making her dizzy with increased suffocation.

"Hmm...looks okay, shall we start?", Khurram's voice made her eyes flutter open.

"What! Oh-No...Khurramji, please, I have never done this before, I don't know. It looks dangerous there", somehow she blurted what she actually felt.

"Oh yes, it is dangerous but, I have been waiting for this moment, slut. It's been ages since I shaved a woman...in a few minutes from now, this slut pussy will look like baby-skin", he chuckled.

"Khu...Khurramji, please...don't clean it away...fully...I don't like having without...I mean...it", she wanted to say STOP, but the words came out differently.

"Right...I will try my best. Take some deep breaths, slut", he grunted back as he started his art work.

Tanvi couldn't look down any further and closed her eyes with soft moans of fear and whimpers of mild protests. She felt the cold blade moving across her groin, her labials, sliding over the sensitive skin around her unprotected anus, then back again, each time making her shudder when Khurram applied more cream and cleaned. Time and between, Tanvi flicked her eyes open and found a very focused Khurram moving the razor, gliding it over her intimate areas, and exposing her clear, smooth skin. He wasn't angry, from his look, but she knew he would take every opportunity to rap at her for not shaving it herself as he instructed her to do and it was true that she was scared by thinking of what was coming to hit her next.

Khurram continued his activity with complete focus. While shaving her, he was amused by the skin tone of the Japanese-Indian woman below him.

Every female that he scored in his life had darker groin, even if they were fair skinned. When it came to underthighs and especially pussy and asshole, they were deep brown to almost black. But right there with him, was a woman whose entire skin was glowing yellow, a single tone all over, from head to toe. When he removed the cream from her lower belly to pussy to asshole, she was fair everywhere, her cunt and asshole was a bit deeper pink in color, but not dark, not at all dark, a female body of wonder...he marvelled at his efforts to bag this young mother.

Tanvi took another sip from her that Khurram handed over along with another deep breath. She sensed her helplessness moving away slowly and turning into lust...the same feelings of depravity taking over while Khurram, holding her legs and moving both wider to groom her into the way he wanted to.

She groaned lightly to convey her acknowledgement that her pussy was already moist as the old man would've already seen and noted. Possibly for that reason, and to torment her, he was tactful when he cleaned her pubic hair, avoiding even a graze over her cunt lips.

She grimaced when she thought that she, a married woman, a mother, who was allowing and accepting herselt to be changed, re-moulded into the puppet that the vile old man wanted her to be. He was forcing her to turn into something more dangerous than her life itself.

Khurram grunted with appreciation as he pulled away another set of her thick pubic hair with his razor, swirling it around, making her shudder with jolt.

“This pussy is perfect without anything to cover it, you know", he paused and didn't wait for her to reply. "It means that you are mine, this slutty pussy is mine, and I own it"

Tanvi groaned and kept her eyes closed as she heard him. She felt her hardened nipples against the tee-shirt. Her inner lust was already taking her over. Without him making her do anything. She wanted him to drive his massive size into her, that was what she wanted right then.

With regret and sadness, she recognized that the lecherous old man was making her feel things that her husband never did, or anyone else for that fact. She bit her lips to suppress a moan while her back arched up a bit along with her legs spreading wider over the armrests, allowing him more space, giving him maximum access.

She thought that possibly spreading herself would coax the vile old bastard to lick her...allowing her pussy to quench it's dirty and foul needs.

"Done"

Tanvi had to open her eyes. But, she couldn’t bring herself to dare to take a look down.

"Go, and wash yourself. Oh...and Tanvi, change into your black yoga pants and that black sports bra. Nothing else, nothing inside, clear?", he growled while looking into her eyes.

With a meek acceptance, and repulsed confusion, Tanvi stood and walked into her toilet feeling completely hollow inside of her. Once inside, she pulled off the tee-shirt and stood naked. It was only then she looked at her groin. The silence of the toilet and the brutally cleaned up pubic area in the flush of the toilet light forced her to feel the depth of the violation that the venomous old man had brought upon her.

Tanvi gasped with shock!

An audible gasp tore past from her throat when clearly saw the carnage of her dignity shattered to nothingness and that breath caught hitching in her chest with a sort of suffocation that made her eyes swell and tear with silent sobs. Tanvi literally felt the weight of her own moral betrayal. Though her glossed eyes, she found her groin once guarded by a modest, thicket of her black pubic hair, was a black triangle hardly even there to cover her womanhood, leave the entire portion a stark, bare and obscenely cleaned up pink flesh and that black triangle stood so prominent between her yellow skin was like a cruel, aesthetic branding of the old man over her body.

She froze where she stood!!

Another sob left her lips when she noticed that Khurram was kind enough to leave a patch of triangle...but by listening to her request, he left that small black patch above her clitoris, as a reminder. Worst was her engorged clitoris itself.

As Khurram stripped it's natural veil of protection given by her pubic thicket, there stood her trembling and throbbing skin, a raw piece of deep pinkish-red meat, thrusting outward of it's yellowish-ping sheath, in a sort of aggression that made her stomach churn and jolt with shame. Tanvi's entire public area was cleaned out. Her clitoris stood proud and thrusting outside, it's clean pink sheath engorged and thrusted outwards obscenely yet erotically...with no hair to protect, nothing to hide it's swollen state...then her vaginal folds, again no hair...bald, only pinkish red skin...without knowing, she grazed a finger along her bald pussy lips to her anus, another shudder shook her body...there was absolutely no hair anywhere...she was smooth...her holes were smooth...her entire groin was clean like baby-skin...only a thick patch of triangular black patch remained above her clit...and it gave a vision of erotic sexuality. She wanted to rub herself immediately...to feel the silky smoothness by herself...but she had to go back to the mad man...otherwise...

Before walking out of the toilet's protective walls, Tanvi seriously felt the horror of cheating on her marriage. She could not see the chaste wife of Sanjoth, the reflection was not of the young mother of her two children, it was a half-exposed female, newly groomed and reshaped by the hands of the vile monster. Despite that dread overtaking herself, she saw her finger moving along the newly balded, swollen lips of her pussy, her body trembling when her finger traced along the smooth, hairless part all the way up to her most dirtiest hole creating another shudder of shame. But then the thought of the sex-crazed mad man waiting for her in the living room loomed over her.

Tanvi knew she was to return back to him, offering herself as his newly born slut, the risk of her utter destruction of being a normal female and a faithful wife and dutiful mother was systematically dismantled right in front of her eyes as she saw her legs moving forward to the living room.

With a winning grin, Khurram sat on the same recliner watching the young mother returning back by wearing the two-piece as he asked of her. Tanvi's leggings was black, and elastic...it started above her pussy patch, and stopped at mid-ankle and her black sports bra was sleeveless, it was short, causing the rest of her fair upper body to shimmer it's fairness against the black contrasting color of the apparel she had on her.

"Nice...good. We have one more thing to do, don't we?", he laughed and walked to where she stood. He took a slow walk around her, admiring what he saw.

Then finally, he stood behind her.

Tanvi's heart was beating out of her chest. Her nipples stood forward like two iron bolts.

Then she felt a tug at her back.

She gasped when she felt Khurram pulling her legging from her groin.

The next moment she gasped, loud and clutched her pussy.

Khurram, using his scissor, made a long cut at her bottom...creating a long slit...exposing her protected parts.

He walked and stood in front of her with a smug grin.

Then she gasped again.

He pulled at her sports bra, by giving a slight pinch to her throbbing nipple and did the same what he did below.

A cut, with his scissor...making a neat circular hole on her breast...exposing it outside...her left breast fell out of her bra cup as he removed the torn piece completely away. Then he repeated the same to her right breast.

She realized when she saw what he achieved.

She stood with her body covered, yes.

But, the protection of her main parts were gone. Both her breasts stood and spilled outside, exposed. Yet, she had her bra in place. Her pussy was exposed as well but concealing her ass-cheeks, and she still had her leggings on her.

"Now, sit"

Tanvi, with heart beating loud, and trembling legs, went to sit on the recliner that he emptied.

"Right. So, you know the drill", he grunted again.

With extreme embarrassment, and shame that killed her, Tanvi lifted her legs up, bending her knees, Tanvi placed her limbs over the two armrests.

Again, an upward sploot...

An unspoken invitation...

To be defiled, again...

By the sex crazed bastard...again...

"Drink this, and finish first. I don't want a pause any further. Finish it", Khurram handed over her glass, and his.

Tanvi's consent was negligent. She took the glasses and emptied both...she felt full...her stomach was filled and the dizziness conveyed that her intoxication level was going up by every passing second.

As she filled herself up, Khurram kneeled in front, between her widely splooted legs.

Tanvi was surprised to know why she wasn't shy or embarrassed with her privates exposed in such a vulgar display, and even when Khurram's face came closer, she didn't respond negatively. It felt like her body came to an understanding already, and was ready to go with it...whichever heights that Khurram was about to take her.

A burn...she felt that damn sweet burn once again!

A jolt..she felt the very same jolt that she did not want to enjoy...but she did!

A shock...a pure electric bolt of witnessing the unthinkable happening in front of her eyes!

Tanvi moaned and croaked in loud and low noises from her throat, while she squeezed and clamped as hard as her eyelids could.

It was all Khurram's doing. Without any words further, he leaned in and licked her hairless pussy, using his thick tongue, he started right at her asshole, slid it's pointed and spread legs, hsi tongue slithered and sliced through her wet slit, he ensured to suck her labilas at one shot, and clamped his lips on her ebbing clit.

That was what happened.

Tanvi's brain raced to reach the pace of her throbbing clit that was being swirled and squished by Khurram's lips and tongue. She had nothing else to do other than giving in. With a deep, guttural moan, her upper body arched and thrusted her hips towards Khurram's face.

The fire started to burn her alive.

Even before she could recognize, an orgasm shot out of her pussy's vacuum...pushing her into jolts of pleasure-release...a searing punch of burning pain shot came from her vertebrae...announcing the red-hot cum finally getting it's chance to spill...out...from her cheating pussy...right into the welcoming mouth...of the very man who she didn't wanted it to enjoy it...but, that's exactly what happened.

Khurram, holding her thighs from below, pulled her hard against his face, spreading her already spread legs further...making her feet dangled high up in air, and with added vigor, forced his mouth and lapped her cunt like he went crazed with maddening lust.

Tanvi's hand flew down and clutched the old man's bald head with whimpers and tried her best to push him away, as her spent cunt was too sensitive to accept his attack.

Her spent pussy throbbed way too much than she could recall...his mouth and tongue created immeasurable suffocation and electrifying jolts to her entire body.

Tried cried louder at the wretched old man to stop what he was doing to her spent pussy and she used all her athletic energy to squeeze his head away from her thigh-gap.

Khurram wouldn't have any of it. Pushing her clamping thighs aside as much as he could, he inserted his middle finger into her velvety softness.

She shuddered as Khurram dominantly pushed and thrusted another finger into her, reaching her most sensitive spot inside of her woman-hole. The pressure inside her pussy sent tingles of painful pleasure through her entire body.

She was suddenly having another wave...

Khurram was breaking every bit of resistance she held in her mind and inside her married but succumbed pleasure cavern that she once protected from him.

“Come on, slut”, said Khurram in a dragging voice. “I know you are desperate for it...all you have to do is open that mouth and...ASK"

Tanvi heard him loud and clear.

She was desperate indeed, but her brain and body were in a state that despite all her tries, she couldn't make a sensible response to the man waiting. She had hundreds of reasons to run and escape but her pussy retaliated with just one reason...and that ONE reason was "how good it felt"..."how crazy it was"...to have the monstrous thing once again inside her.

"Let me give you a sample", Khurram was no longer sucking or licking her sex. He was just there...kneeling...with his huge appearance. He flicked her exposed and sharp nipples with both his hands...he made sure that he was not groping her breasts, which she was desperate for.

Tanvi's eyes were glazed with hunger...lust...as she looked at him, she felt her pussy opening itself...to welcome him again.

Khurram continued to give her his usual vile smirk by watching at her lost state, with his eyes, focused on every emotion that came on her face and caught every tiny reaction from her body.

"Nnngghh...aah", Tanvi squirmed on the recliner seat. Her legs turned their attention to Khurram by folding her knees, she tried to pull him towards her. She could not not utter a sensible word during those frustrating moments. She felt her pussy watering like it never did before.

She wanted Khurram to do something.

But, he wasn’t doing anything!

All he did was to flick her rock-hard nipples. Circling over both stone hard raspberries...tickling them...her hips jerked forward and tried to coax the wretched old man. But he wasn't budging...not at all.

Khurram, with his smug look, allowed himself to be drawn towards her as she pulled him with her legs. He kept his fingers to graze over her nipples...flicking them mildly...maddeningly slow...and circling over it's areolas.

"Tell me, slut...ask me", he grunted again.

Frustrated, angered and hungry for that soul-shattering action, Tanvi groaned in reply. She increased the pressure of her legs over Khurram's upper back.

"Please...pleeegh...sss", a whimper came out finally.

Khurram, with an ease, pushed his boxer down, and freed the tool that was hard, erect and engorged with blood and from the angry look of it, it seemed like every inch of his gigantic monstrosity waiting for that one 'ask'.

Tanvi's eyes blazed with primal lust once her eyes focused over his mammoth shaft finally coming outside...pointed straight...hard...like it was covered with veins of steel that seemed like earthworms running through it's entire length...it's bulbous and engorged head and it's narrow slit that looked like it would erupt the next second...to coat her all over...she gasped and stared at him...at his penis...

A silent plea came out of her eyes...

Aavesh9 · Yesterday, 06:05 PM

(06-03-2026, 11:40 PM)upblown Wrote: please update soon

Done Sir...Chapter-73 posted

Aavesh9 · Yesterday, 06:09 PM

(07-03-2026, 12:34 AM)xossissippi Wrote: Thank you for your kind and appreciative words Aavesh sir. I couldn't thank you enough already, you have really kept the spirit of YLTS alive. Each update posted feels like it is actually YLTS who is posting these updates here. The great care and efforts you have taken shows here, Great job sir! The entire xossipy community is grateful to you!

(07-03-2026, 01:11 AM)xossissippi Wrote: Can't even begin to describe how much of a multi-talented person YLTS is. I believe only an emotional yet highly intelligent being is capable to write poems. My mediocre brain can understand only some lines but can feel they are very profound.

Plus YLTS knows Japanese as well! and Urdu! and that command over English language! I mean C'mon! talk about sheer talent here. Let's take a moment and appreciate these skills. It must've taken years to master.

I had to lookup what 'soliloquy' means. After reading it I thought I would share. Apologies for shamelessly copying from wikipedia -

"A soliloquy is a monologue in drama in which a character speaks their thoughts aloud, typically while alone on stage or onscreen. It is used to reveal the character's inner feelings, motivations, or plans directly to the audience."

"The primary function of a soliloquy is to provide audiences with direct and unmediated access to a character's internal thoughts, emotions, and motivations. Unlike dialogue, which involves interaction between characters, a soliloquy creates a situation where the character's private world is made publicly visible without the need for interaction with other characters."

Example - William Shakespeare employed soliloquies extensively in his plays, using them to convey pivotal moments of decision, doubt, or revelation. Juliet delivers a soliloquy on the balcony, unaware that Romeo is listening in act 2, scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet.

I think this is (could be one of many) magic sauce YLTS uses, YLTS employs soliloquy through out the story. The author makes the internal conflicts, emotions, vulnerability of Tanvi visible to the audience through intense detailed wording.

YLTS could be the William Shakespeare of erotica! YLTS was beyond this world!

Truly agree an no further words from me to add on. Honestly there are many words that I couldn't understand and I think there is no shame in admitting that we all come across such situation to verify what such wods means, afterall even native speakers might not know certain words and it's real meanings. I am glad that there are more like me Big Grin