dance bars in navi mumbai

[Dr.Drunkenstein]

Office provides the best opportunity to get free pussies. So that’s about it

Is your employer cheap to not have a non-fraternization policy or possibility of sexual harrassment at workplace?

Either way - Someone gets free pussies at work and enjoys being a VIP member on a Mongering forum.

 

[krysalis]

Is your employer cheap to not have a non-fraternization policy or possibility of sexual harrassment at workplace?

Either way - Someone gets free pussies at work and enjoys being a VIP member on a Mongering forum.

Third generation in the same business

 

[cypher]

I was there for my muse , who comes at heaven.

I'm reaching to my place to do some settlements.

Note : Mere Navi Mumbai Jaisa Maza kahi nahi hai....... & Thanks a lot to Basuda for suggesting some places. Ek line me sab OB milenge.

Kopar Khairane?

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[krysalis]

Is your employer cheap to not have a non-fraternization policy or possibility of sexual harrassment at workplace?

Either way - Someone gets free pussies at work and enjoys being a VIP member on a Mongering forum.

We have our own business. Third generation in the same business with activities majorly overseas. Grandpa had the foresight to expand overseas rather than in India during license raj

Some guys do have all the luck. Birth is the biggest lottery. Family wealth, clout and connections offer huge opportunities.

 

[Dr.Drunkenstein]

We have our own business. Third generation in the same business with activities majorly overseas. Grandpa had the foresight to expand overseas rather than in India during license raj

Some guys do have all the luck. Birth is the biggest lottery. Family wealth, clout and connections offer huge opportunities.

Is your business as good as your auto program?
Swing and a miss...

 

[Priapus76]

We have our own business. Third generation in the same business with activities majorly overseas. Grandpa had the foresight to expand overseas rather than in India during license raj

Some guys do have all the luck. Birth is the biggest lottery. Family wealth, clout and connections offer huge opportunities.

You are walking down a slippery slope...

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[orient longman]

Aaj ki shaam apne Basuda ke naam !

Hope you guys have a great time DB/OB hopping as always. Convey my regards to @Basu1970 and gang. His reviews are sorely missed in this thread.

 

[krysalis]

Is your business as good as your auto program?
Swing and a miss...

That was a Uncle Scam/Scum special

 

[krysalis]

You are walking down a slippery slope...

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Culturally India is different so are many other countries. So unless one has lived and worked in other countries. One shouldn’t comment. I for one hardly stay in India. Maximum 3-4 weeks a year in segments.

 

[krysalis]

Is your business as good as your auto program?
Swing and a miss...

Orgasm Nahi toh Sarcasm sahi

 

[krysalis]

Orgasm Nahi toh Sarcasm sahi

Chalo guys leaving the form for a week as will be traveling CIAO

 

[Dr.Drunkenstein]

Orgasm Nahi toh Sarcasm sahi

Take a look at CP’s Tapatalk username and do a pattern match.

Also - do/say something better. Something better than your previous attempts of promoting your fake auto program.

Once a fake, always a fake.

 

[Shraavan]

The Seniors told me that if I am not choosy while mongering sooner or later IT would happen to me.
"But things like IT only happen to others. Not to me", I argued.
Seniors forewarned me not to let my dick override by brain. I argued, "You have to be really unlucky for something like IT to happen. I can't be that unlucky"
The Senior laughed it off and said "You are only saying that because you haven't ran into HER yet"
"But I am a heartless man. I look upon all the bar girls as nothing but a life-support-system for two boobs and a cunt.", I argued.
And the Senior told me again "Wait till you run into HER. Everybody has a HER / SHE mapped to him. Dread the day you find her. She will teach you that women are more than just a life-support-system for boobs and cunt.". This time I laughed it off.

But then one rainy afternoon, IT happened to me. I was sitting at an SB in NM. SHE sauntered in and caught my eye. SHE looked delicious.
But of course, to me she was nothing more than a life-support-system for two boobs and one cunt. I called her. SHE came over. I ordered a beer and began my stuff. My hands were aggressive. My fingers found their targets. All was well.

But SHE kept talking incessantly. I usually don't like that. I tried to shut her down by devouring his mouth with my lips. But she began the moment my lips came off. SHE began with her story. And what a fascinating story it was. It started from a small village in Bangladesh. It moved to another small village on the outskirts of Kolkata. IT had started lurking in the corner. All set to pounce upon innocent me. I was unaware of ITs presence. HER story had it all. A early, young-age arranged marriage. An oppressive family. A nocturnal escape with a potential suitor. Cross-over into West Bengal avoiding BSF. Oppression by a Zamindar in Kolkata. And then the final entry on the SB scene.

As HER story progressed, my hands had lost direction. My fingers had lost purpose. My mouth was almost dry. The warnings of the Senior monger were nowhere in my conscious mind. I listened with fascination. As she came to an end, her voice and eyes both trailed off. SHE was looking into a nothingness. I noticed a tear forming. I pulled her close and squeezed her waist. SHE became even more uncomfortable. SHE tried to make an excuse and tried to get away. But I was in no mood to let her go. This was the first bar girl I had come across who was something more than a life-support-system for boobs and cunt. I squeezed her closer to my body. SHE gave up struggling to get away. Her eyes still fixated into a nothingness, she slowly tilted her head towards me. I opened up my torso and arms towards her. HER head came close to my chest. I sensed her vulnerability for the moment. I pulled her head closer and rested it on my chest. I was not letting hergo for another hour I decided.

And then ..... IT happened. Unexpectedly IT crept upon me. IT leapt upon me when my emotional guard was completely down. My heart was at its most vulnerable ever with its doors wide open and unguarded.

YES. AND SO IT HAPPENED TO ME.
.
.
.
.
.
.
SHE FARTED. And I am not talking about a lady-like, feminine, suppressed lyrical breakage of air. She exploded like a pressurized can of rotten chick-peas.
Three uninhibited explosions in a row.
POK...POK...POK.
I was stunned with this sudden biological attack. I decided to pay the bill and get away.

I had learnt 3 lessons for today.
1) Women are more than just a life-support-system for boobs and a vagina. They also have digestive systems that can malfunction into gaseous outputs
2) Always heed the warnings of Senior mongers. Yeh Zaate unhone dhoop mein safed nahin kiye hain. They speak from experience.
3) The dick can over-ride the brain. But burnt nasal hair will always over-ride the dick.

Happy Mongering, fellow Mongers. Stay safe. Keep an eye out for HER for IT might happen to you too.

 

[Kooldude11]

So.. it's the grand finale of ICC World Cup today....
World Cup is one of the best time to visit the bars specially when India is playing.... to Talk about SBs.. since the crowd is dismal.. you get great deals..
First you get to choose among the best of lots available.... Normally I go for the top 3 or may be top 5 depending on the bars anytime.... but still you get a great choice... Since customer flow is less even the best lot avoid doing nakhras.......they give fantastic service because they want to squeeze out as much money they can out of you since They know they might not get another customer... Plus you get to hang out with the most desirable gal of your choice..
So I must thank ICC and hope there will be at least one ICC tournament like this every six months...
We already have IPL .. so that's two months and another two months like this every year would be great!!
Happy mongering..... Cheers!!!


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[Zorba]

The Seniors told me that if I am not choosy while mongering sooner or later IT would happen to me.
"But things like IT only happen to others. Not to me", I argued.
Seniors forewarned me not to let my dick override by brain. I argued, "You have to be really unlucky for something like IT to happen. I can't be that unlucky"
The Senior laughed it off and said "You are only saying that because you haven't ran into HER yet"
"But I am a heartless man. I look upon all the bar girls as nothing but a life-support-system for two boobs and a cunt.", I argued.
And the Senior told me again "Wait till you run into HER. Everybody has a HER / SHE mapped to him. Dread the day you find her. She will teach you that women are more than just a life-support-system for boobs and cunt.". This time I laughed it off.

But then one rainy afternoon, IT happened to me. I was sitting at an SB in NM. SHE sauntered in and caught my eye. SHE looked delicious.
But of course, to me she was nothing more than a life-support-system for two boobs and one cunt. I called her. SHE came over. I ordered a beer and began my stuff. My hands were aggressive. My fingers found their targets. All was well.

But SHE kept talking incessantly. I usually don't like that. I tried to shut her down by devouring his mouth with my lips. But she began the moment my lips came off. SHE began with her story. And what a fascinating story it was. It started from a small village in Bangladesh. It moved to another small village on the outskirts of Kolkata. IT had started lurking in the corner. All set to pounce upon innocent me. I was unaware of ITs presence. HER story had it all. A early, young-age arranged marriage. An oppressive family. A nocturnal escape with a potential suitor. Cross-over into West Bengal avoiding BSF. Oppression by a Zamindar in Kolkata. And then the final entry on the SB scene.

As HER story progressed, my hands had lost direction. My fingers had lost purpose. My mouth was almost dry. The warnings of the Senior monger were nowhere in my conscious mind. I listened with fascination. As she came to an end, her voice and eyes both trailed off. SHE was looking into a nothingness. I noticed a tear forming. I pulled her close and squeezed her waist. SHE became even more uncomfortable. SHE tried to make an excuse and tried to get away. But I was in no mood to let her go. This was the first bar girl I had come across who was something more than a life-support-system for boobs and cunt. I squeezed her closer to my body. SHE gave up struggling to get away. Her eyes still fixated into a nothingness, she slowly tilted her head towards me. I opened up my torso and arms towards her. HER head came close to my chest. I sensed her vulnerability for the moment. I pulled her head closer and rested it on my chest. I was not letting hergo for another hour I decided.

And then ..... IT happened. Unexpectedly IT crept upon me. IT leapt upon me when my emotional guard was completely down. My heart was at its most vulnerable ever with its doors wide open and unguarded.

YES. AND SO IT HAPPENED TO ME.
.
.
.
.
.
.
SHE FARTED. And I am not talking about a lady-like, feminine, suppressed lyrical breakage of air. She exploded like a pressurized can of rotten chick-peas.
Three uninhibited explosions in a row.
POK...POK...POK.
I was stunned with this sudden biological attack. I decided to pay the bill and get away.

I had learnt 3 lessons for today.
1) Women are more than just a life-support-system for boobs and a vagina. They also have digestive systems that can malfunction into gaseous outputs
2) Always heed the warnings of Senior mongers. Yeh Zaate unhone dhoop mein safed nahin kiye hain. They speak from experience.
3) The dick can over-ride the brain. But burnt nasal hair will always over-ride the dick.

Happy Mongering, fellow Mongers. Stay safe. Keep an eye out for HER for IT might happen to you too.

Just bravo.

Brave people like you who experience IT and save the rest of the mongering species from IT.
And re-confirm the usefulness of this forum of experience sharing.

So the damages this time wasn’t just a hole on the wallet.

Cheers.

 

[Priapus76]

Culturally India is different so are many other countries. So unless one has lived and worked in other countries. One shouldn’t comment. I for one hardly stay in India. Maximum 3-4 weeks a year in segments.

Then its even worse, unless ofcourse you are living in sub-saharan Africa...or are a South American drug lord

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[kooldude1808]

The Seniors told me that if I am not choosy while mongering sooner or later IT would happen to me.
"But things like IT only happen to others. Not to me", I argued.
Seniors forewarned me not to let my dick override by brain. I argued, "You have to be really unlucky for something like IT to happen. I can't be that unlucky"
The Senior laughed it off and said "You are only saying that because you haven't ran into HER yet"
"But I am a heartless man. I look upon all the bar girls as nothing but a life-support-system for two boobs and a cunt.", I argued.
And the Senior told me again "Wait till you run into HER. Everybody has a HER / SHE mapped to him. Dread the day you find her. She will teach you that women are more than just a life-support-system for boobs and cunt.". This time I laughed it off.

But then one rainy afternoon, IT happened to me. I was sitting at an SB in NM. SHE sauntered in and caught my eye. SHE looked delicious.
But of course, to me she was nothing more than a life-support-system for two boobs and one cunt. I called her. SHE came over. I ordered a beer and began my stuff. My hands were aggressive. My fingers found their targets. All was well.

But SHE kept talking incessantly. I usually don't like that. I tried to shut her down by devouring his mouth with my lips. But she began the moment my lips came off. SHE began with her story. And what a fascinating story it was. It started from a small village in Bangladesh. It moved to another small village on the outskirts of Kolkata. IT had started lurking in the corner. All set to pounce upon innocent me. I was unaware of ITs presence. HER story had it all. A early, young-age arranged marriage. An oppressive family. A nocturnal escape with a potential suitor. Cross-over into West Bengal avoiding BSF. Oppression by a Zamindar in Kolkata. And then the final entry on the SB scene.

As HER story progressed, my hands had lost direction. My fingers had lost purpose. My mouth was almost dry. The warnings of the Senior monger were nowhere in my conscious mind. I listened with fascination. As she came to an end, her voice and eyes both trailed off. SHE was looking into a nothingness. I noticed a tear forming. I pulled her close and squeezed her waist. SHE became even more uncomfortable. SHE tried to make an excuse and tried to get away. But I was in no mood to let her go. This was the first bar girl I had come across who was something more than a life-support-system for boobs and cunt. I squeezed her closer to my body. SHE gave up struggling to get away. Her eyes still fixated into a nothingness, she slowly tilted her head towards me. I opened up my torso and arms towards her. HER head came close to my chest. I sensed her vulnerability for the moment. I pulled her head closer and rested it on my chest. I was not letting hergo for another hour I decided.

And then ..... IT happened. Unexpectedly IT crept upon me. IT leapt upon me when my emotional guard was completely down. My heart was at its most vulnerable ever with its doors wide open and unguarded.

YES. AND SO IT HAPPENED TO ME.
.
.
.
.
.
.
SHE FARTED. And I am not talking about a lady-like, feminine, suppressed lyrical breakage of air. She exploded like a pressurized can of rotten chick-peas.
Three uninhibited explosions in a row.
POK...POK...POK.
I was stunned with this sudden biological attack. I decided to pay the bill and get away.

I had learnt 3 lessons for today.
1) Women are more than just a life-support-system for boobs and a vagina. They also have digestive systems that can malfunction into gaseous outputs
2) Always heed the warnings of Senior mongers. Yeh Zaate unhone dhoop mein safed nahin kiye hain. They speak from experience.
3) The dick can over-ride the brain. But burnt nasal hair will always over-ride the dick.

Happy Mongering, fellow Mongers. Stay safe. Keep an eye out for HER for IT might happen to you too.

Lol ....pls tell me u didn't have it hand inside her panty when she farted

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[Shraavan]

Lol ....pls tell me u didn't have it hand inside her panty when she farted

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Had that been the case, I would have had to type this FR with my nose.

 

[orient longman]

...
3) The dick can over-ride the brain. But burnt nasal hair will always over-ride the dick.
...

Hilarious

 

[dms100091]

Hello All.. Mumbai calling again. Couple of questions

1) Have seen lot of info on Ramesh bar recently. Is it a service bar? If it is a service bar is the quality better than Sneha (Sneha is perhaps a benchmark on this forum). Also is the gmap location of Ramesh bar correct.

2) Last time I went to locate Rasna through gmaps (nearest landmark is the hanuman temple and petrol pump showing on gmaps). But unfortunately could not find anything there. I need a bit of more help on that front (I know a lot of threads on location but please understand that I am an outsider to Mumbai and so generic directions are slightly confusing for me)

Regards