Bangalore Mongers Exchange

[Hardcore sex]

Since to see bro after a so many months 1 FR came. ..great effort ... appreciated

Iam in Bangalore pl help brother

 

[mongering2019]

i have few doorstep massage girls contact and few afro contacts. Considering Bangalore scene, these 2 are most cost effective. DM me, if you want.

Hello
Good Morning
I am in Bangalore for today and tomorrow
Can you help with the indi with place
I will be near by BTM
Thank you in advance
([email protected])

 

[MilkLover21]

FR of lactating milf

I recently visited Bangalore and found a milf from dating app. She is young milf. Since I am a milklover, I confirmed from her that she has a 10 months old baby. Met her and fulfilled all my desire. She is very cooperative. I sucked huge volume of milk from her boobs and she made no tantrums. In service she is average and nothing great. But her figure is good and boobs are good in shape. She is good for milk drinking sessions.

Can share only in exchange of a lactating girl.

Damage- 12k for 4 hours.

 

[gunda7inch]

Guys,
I am from Mumbai amd looking for a nice ladies damce bar just like we have in Mumbai / Navi Mumbai.

Any recommondations ? Which are open ?

A timely help is well appreciated.

 

[Funlover2903]

Hi any indie or spa in Mysore. New to this city.

 

[Kintcc]

Hello fellow mongers unexpected plan for Bangalore for tonight and tomorrow
Can anyone help me with any good contact or can suggest any pick-up points or any dam
Nothing to give you in return but can help you when visiting Mumbai.

 

[Funlover2903]

FR of lactating milf

I recently visited Bangalore and found a milf from dating app. She is young milf. Since I am a milklover, I confirmed from her that she has a 10 months old baby. Met her and fulfilled all my desire. She is very cooperative. I sucked huge volume of milk from her boobs and she made no tantrums. In service she is average and nothing great. But her figure is good and boobs are good in shape. She is good for milk drinking sessions.

Can share only in exchange of a lactating girl.

Damage- 12k for 4 hours.

Can I get her details

 

[MilkLover21]

Can I get her details

Only in exchange of a similar type

 

[badboyz]

Ah, Ryushka—though to be perfectly honest, her real name escapes me entirely. To me, she’ll always be Ryushka. If memory serves me right (which, let’s face it, it usually doesn’t), we crossed paths on one of those “dom-meets-sub” websites. You know the type: where nine out of ten girls claim they’re a “sub” but wouldn’t know submission if it came gift-wrapped with instructions and a user manual. But Ryushka—ah, she was different. I could tell right away that this one actually knew her ropes... pun fully intended.

The first impression? Let’s say she had more of a “resting villainess face” than a subservient demeanor. In fact, her profile came complete with her BDSM test results, which, as far as internet validation goes, is practically a PhD. I reached out, and our initial conversations were what I’d describe as “frosty.” Not a cold shoulder per se, but rather an entire cold wardrobe. She later confessed that she wasn’t much for texting—said it didn’t suit her. And my word, was she right.

When we finally met, it was a transformation of Dickensian proportions. Gone was the distant, icy persona I’d encountered online. Instead, I was greeted by someone charming, radiant, and—let’s not forget—ridiculously attractive. We were supposed to meet at a café, but the suggestion came up (from her, no less) that my apartment might be a better venue. She stepped out of the taxi, and let’s just say… my evening was already made.

At my place, things started slow—conversation, drinks, nothing untoward. She did mention she wasn’t into physical stuff on a first meet, which I graciously accepted with the dignity of a saint. Of course, as the night progressed and the wine flowed, we… how shall I put it… stretched the boundaries a little. The evening ended on a high note (well, for me at least), with a lovely bit of kissing and some other recreational activities, the details of which I’ll leave to your imagination. I did refrain from pushing things further, not wanting to come off as some desperate caveman. I have standards, after all.

Our second meet was less public. We started in a coffee shop, but the setting felt too… ordinary for us. She, being the queen of improvisation, suggested we go to her building—an exclusive place in South Bombay where entry was like trying to sneak past Buckingham Palace security. Once inside, she took me to a floor under construction, her private little lair for a bit of privacy and, dare I say, a sneaky joint. Between stolen kisses and the view that could make the Mona Lisa weep, it was the perfect blend of romantic and slightly illegal.

Over time, I realised Ryushka was more “brat” than sub—she thrived on being a cheeky tease who craved discipline. Naturally, I obliged. We had incredible moments together, each time more intense than the last. I could tell she was more experienced in this whole dom-sub thing than I was, and her little “requests” would leave me both amazed and slightly bewildered at times. She knew what she was doing, and I was happy to follow her lead, like a lost puppy in a world of… well, let’s not go there.

But all good things come with a price—literally. Ryushka was no gold-digger, but she did like her Zara. She didn’t ask for money, mind you, but “a few things” from Zara turned into a shopping spree that could finance a small country’s GDP. I didn’t bat an eyelid, though. By then, I was so smitten, I could’ve bought the entire store.

Our time together reached its crescendo when she asked to stay over. But this time, her shopping list had tripled, and I quickly realised this wasn’t sustainable—neither for my wallet nor my fragile heart. So, I decided to go for the classic British exit. When she asked for my credit card details to check out her shopping cart, I ghosted her. Poof, gone. I figured it was better she think of me as a tight-fisted git than get too emotionally attached and heartbroken. Call it a pre-emptive strike.

Months later, I stumbled upon her WhatsApp status—it looked like she’d settled down with someone. Naturally, I messaged her my congratulations, which she promptly responded to by blocking me. The next thing I knew, her number belonged to someone else entirely.

And that, dear reader, is the end of Ryushka and me. A whirlwind romance filled with Zara bags, under-construction buildings, and lessons learned in love and shopping. I’ll never forget her. Mostly because I’m still paying off that Zara bill.

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