dance bars in navi mumbai

[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

 

[themonger]

So, Saturday, I could not post in detail but had a very long mongering night.

The visits are in chronological order, and I think I went over-board with the hopping.

1. Sneha - reached about 4pm and found a new young girl for the first time in this bar, which has always had MILFs. She was good and we on the 1st floor, totally empty and waiters wanted me to sit down, but I ignored as I wanted to devour this new girl. Could see all the regulars get super jealous like (Rubeena, Priya, Sonia etc) and I'm sure that this one won't last long, coz as soon as I was done with her, another guy just picked her up. Sat with her for an hour and had my lust filled with a semi-BJ and then HJ; she wouldn't mount as she was unsure. She was a good dancer too and will probably move to a DB like Deepika. She had the moves, looks and skin.
Damages: 2 Beers (Rs 1100 + Tips Rs 100), Girl Rs 500

2. Mayur - next pit stop - compared to Sneha, this suddenly felt like a 5 star SB - sat with Beauty (she was earlier in Amit Palace), She's a voluptuous MILF and is known to throw tantrums at a drop of a hat - but is a wild cat (in SB and on entry - have taken her), proceeded with good stead and filled my lust hunger except Johnny was expecting more action and so were the eyes. Nothing more was left of Mayur, went to the DB hoping to find a new girl but there weren't any, so left
Damages: Beer (Rs 550, Girl Rs 400, tips Rs 50)

3. Ramesh - reached by about 8.30pm, but it was packed with a not a place to rest my ass, not even like the local trains where one can rest 10cms of one bum on the 4th seat, so exited and went behind to Vikas (again packed and exited)

4. Ankita (Mafco market road) - reached by about 9.15pm and one waiter from another bar recognised me, as did some girls, but I was in search of a new face (body). There was one girl dancing in a silver/black ghaghra choli and I set my eyes on her. The waiter knew what I wanted and went and spoke to her promptly. She perhaps thought that I would only take her and quoted 5K (which the waiter knew was not happening. Now Ankita has a sitting arrangement where everything is in the open, so a girl has to be daring enough to atleast kiss and allow to fondle/ grope. The waiter knew that his tip depended upon his success (I have tipped him well in the past and also penalised), so he knew..he tried a lot, some agreed but that same scene of Bhoni first - to which my retort was...do the deed and take Rs 500 as bhoni...and all backed out except a MILF (and I wasn't in Ankita for a MILF). Luckily got a call from Ramesh manager, that he has kept a table for me on 1st floor and can keep for 15 mins. So I quickly left
Damages - Rs 600 Beer - no tips

5. Call - this was to the NE girl with whom I had a romp last week in Manish Palace and the worst fear came through, it was a wrong number!!! That terrorist bitch!!, Now I know, that you cannot call the manager in any bar for a girl's number, but Johnny took over my brain and I made the call and no hello/ Sir kahan ho - straight - number galat mila naa!!!, he had forced her to give his 3rd number (which I never had), said entry to bar se hei hoga...I'll get the better of him next time for sure (hopefully)
Damages - Bruised EGO

6. Ramesh (Once again 10.15pm) - Spotted a girl in a green ghaghra choli and wondered if she was the same as @orient longman had posted. She was already though with another customer and he seemed content. Well, I reached the 1st floor and there were atleast 6 girls in waiting to see who the table was reserved for. All were new faces and all looked hotter than the other and I was spoilt for choice. I made it clear to what I wanted and that there would be entry and all agreed..(me looking sheepish now). The good part about Ramesh is that in the guise of OB (3-4 girls on the ground floor sing), the rest of the bar continues to operate like a normal DB/ mild SB. I ultimately picked a girl in a red ghaghra choli who also had a darker shade of skin (as compared to others and was the 6th in line), turned out to be a good bet as she wasn't expecting to get called and thereafter it was a free flow conversation (from her side), my hands were pre-occupied obviously and it was good for the lust in me. Sat with her for about 2.5 hours and then was non-stop entertainment [dance, DFK, grope, dry humps (in the corridor)] and satisfaction to the core. Now, wanted to take her to entry and that's when the bomb dropped. She wouldn't get free in another 2 hours approx (Ramesh is open till 1.30) and she wanted to sit and milk more (dough) and my johny wanted pure action. So dumped her and took another one who looked tipsy and was eyeing me constantly. Now, I never pick a girl who is already with another customer and wanteed to bang her. She took a trip to the loo and so did I...a good smooch outside and we were on) (apologies if any monger brother lost a girl on saturday night suddenly - she was in a white saree) and went to Hotel Highway Touch (it's got clean and big rooms as compared to other lodges) and she gave a good service. Everything was on the menu, since I carry my own safety, she was surprised that it was dotted and flavoured KS, had some drinks and chakhna at hotel and spent about 3 hours with her and finally Johhny/ body/ brain, all are completely satisfied for a long time now.

In between, got to know of mongering activity of the famed basuda on the forum, but they were far off.

Damages 1 - (Girl Rs 750) (Drinks Rs 1800) Tips Rs 150
Damages 2 - (Girl Rs 3500) (Rs 900 bar fine + room + tips) (Rs 1000 drinks + chakhna)