Independent girls in Pune

[Funlover2903]

I would like to share a Dussehra encounters which I had with a lady in Mysore.
As I moved here recently so wanted to bang someone badly.
Here it goes after trying for a month from many options I came across this couple on FB showed as they from Mysore after chatting it came like they stay in Bangalore and come to Mysore on weekends. So after talks decided to meet over weekend. As they stay with family we decided to meet at an OYO nearby palace. We decided to meet and for a good cause I got to know the husband couldn't come coz of some work so it was just me and her. She was a lady in her mind 30s not a fair one but was a good looking one. We checked in to the OYO at around 12 noon. Talked for sometime and I asked if we can shower as we both didn't had any bath as I joined after my work and she had travelled to.
So we got undressed and went to the bathroom got eachother cleaned with soap and then we started kissing each other. Kissing finger was going and she was gently stroking my cock. She got down and started blowing she does have good BJ skills and as I love it deep throat and sloppy she was doing good. We got to 69 she has good clean pussy. Were into all this for 30 min then she took my dick inside her in WOT banged her and her moans made more tempting. Took her in missy in 15 min released on her pussy.
She didn't clean it and said me to finger her as she wanted to have an orgasm.
She then started fingering herself and sucked my cum covered dick. In next few min she came all the bed was filled with her pussy juice. Her fingers were all wet she. Stroked my cock and it was wet and the same she blowed.
She asked if I wanna have another round which I agreed.
She the asked me if I wanna try something different position I said we can for which she showed me to do Flatiron and Socket which I never have tried before.
So she started with good deep blowjob then she sat on my face and I was licking her pussy like hell. Then we start the deed as I had never been done but socket was much easier as she was moving and helping in doing it. So we moved to reverse cowgirl and we did it for 20 min it was a great sex with her at the time of cum she said she will take it on her boobd which I release.

After that we went to bath took shower and I asked if we do something more. She said it will be extra as I was not ready for it. So we deal at kisses and HJ and pussy lick. Done in bathroom came to bed. Had some talking for 30 minutes and then we both left.

GFE: 9/10
BJ 9/10
Pussy 7.5/10 ( it was clean as it's banged by many)
Damage 8k for 2 1k hotel.
She does CIM which she said without her husband knowledge but she takes 2k extra for CIM. Which she said after our deed while talking

 

[Biryani]

Hi horny mongers, starting a thread for independent experiences in and around Pune

Alright, folks, gather 'round for a little tale from the underbelly of BLR. After hopping from one country to another, chasing "memorable experiences," I finally found myself in Bangalore, a city where hope goes to die—or at least, that’s what I thought until today.

You see, for the past four weeks, I'd been testing out every so-called “top SP” and their “high-quality” lineup. Spoiler alert: the girls were always two hours late, the photos were faker than Bollywood CGI, and let’s not even talk about the “pay-in-advance” scam. But today, I might have finally struck gold—or at least bronze with some polish.

This one SP had been sending me pics for weeks (like a bad Netflix subscription). Finally, there was a girl who didn’t look like she had been photoshopped into oblivion. I triple-checked to make sure she was real and told the SP to get her to me ASAP. To my surprise, he even sent me her live taxi journey—Uber, but make it mongering.

She showed up on time (miracle!), looking better than her pics. Sweet, early 20s, a little curvy, and with just enough English to charm the pants off... well, you get it. We went upstairs, she asked for the lights off (almost romantic with the streetlights shining in), and we got down to business. Things heated up quickly, and let's just say she was as "genuine" as her photos suggested.

After some cozy cuddles, she even called her brother (not awkward at all), who said "Hello" like we were all old pals. Then, she kissed me on the cheek, hopped in her taxi, and off she went. The best part? The whole experience set me back just 6.5k.

If you're in BLR and she’s still around, do yourself a favor. Hit up her SP, or at least give her a try before she’s back in Delhi. Trust me, gems like this are rarer than an on-time taxi in Bangalore.

I guarantee it'll be the best story you never tell anyone.

Cheers!

Alright, folks, if you’re on the hunt for an unforgettable experience—look no further. This is where you go when you want a story so good, you won’t even whisper it to your closest friends.

I’m talking life-changing, jaw-dropping, "I-can’t-believe-this-is-actually-happening" kind of magic. It's not just the best in India; it’s the kind of encounter that will haunt your dreams—in a good way.

I guarantee it'll be the best story you never tell.

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[MrZC]

Can anyone help me understand what does incall and outcall mean?

I am new in this so trying out things.
Seek guidance from seniors

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[anilchauhan.hse]

Can anyone help me understand what does incall and outcall mean?

I am new in this so trying out things.
Seek guidance from seniors

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Party agar ghar pe ati hai to incall. Tum party ke paas jate ho to outcall.

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[badboyz]

Arabian Instrument Spa: A Curious Little Adventure in the Monkey Area​

Picture this: it’s a Sunday, I’ve got a few hours to burn before catching a flight, and I find myself wandering through the charmingly named Monkey Area (yes, that’s really a place). Rather than twiddling my thumbs at a café or pretending to enjoy overpriced airport snacks, I remembered something—a recommendation I’d seen ages ago about the Arabian Instrument Spa. Seemed like as good a time as any to put this so-called hidden gem to the test.

Naturally, I did the polite thing and rang ahead to ensure that "everything" (wink wink) was available. The gentleman on the other end enthusiastically said, "Yes, yes, everything!"—which was all the confirmation I needed. A quick appointment was made. Success! It was a Sunday, mind you, so I counted myself rather lucky.

The Arrival: So Far, So Good​

Arrived five minutes early—because being punctual is classy—and waltzed in. The counter charge? A not-too-shabby 3k for an hour. I was offered a choice between a soft massage or a hard one, and since I wasn’t in the mood to be pummelled like a stubborn piece of dough, I opted for the soft option.

Paid up, and off went my phone and wallet into a locker, which felt a bit like sending your kids off to boarding school, but I digress.

The Warm Welcome... Sort Of​

I was soon escorted to what I think was the first room, just past the reception. Felt like I was being led into Narnia—minus the magical creatures, although that would’ve been a twist. Once inside, I was given another crucial choice: local or Thai masseuse? Naturally, I went for Thai, because when in doubt, always go exotic.

Now, I donned the infamous disposable briefs—those flimsy things that make you feel like you’re auditioning for a budget superhero film—and waited. And waited. The AC was on full blast, turning the room into something akin to an Arctic research station, which wasn’t helping matters.

At long last, my therapist appeared. A lovely Thai woman, no older than 27 or 28. However, there was a catch—this one was as sensitive as a dormouse with a migraine. Even my whispering was deemed too loud. I’ve never been shushed so much in my life!

The Massage: Magic Fingers, Frozen Toes​

Despite her aversion to sound, the massage was fantastic. Her fingers were nothing short of magical, working out knots in my back I didn’t even know I had. Weeks of terrible mattresses were undone in half an hour. Just as I was wondering whether I’d drift off entirely, she popped the all-important question.

“Would you like... extra service?” (Cue dramatic music.)

The Negotiations: A Bit of Haggling, As One Does​

Naturally, I inquired about FS (full service, for the uninitiated). She quoted me 8k, but I managed to whittle it down to a more reasonable 6k. Feeling rather pleased with my haggling, I handed over my locker key, and one of the staff members fetched my wallet like a dutiful valet. Transaction complete, and then... off went her clothes.

Now, let’s not be crass. She looked quite decent—not the type to turn heads on the runway, but certainly well put together. A perky rack, a firm derrière, and an all-around pleasant demeanor.

Once Jonny was suitably wrapped up, she got down to business. She started on top, then graciously allowed me to switch to the classic missionary. The entire experience was rather engaging—not the usual robotic fare one sometimes encounters in these establishments. My only complaint? She enforced a strict no-grunting policy. Imagine trying to reach the finish line while barely breathing! She must moonlight as a librarian, I swear.

The Shower: A Comedy of Errors​

Once the main event was over, she invited me to join her in the shower. A charming touch, I thought. The shower itself, though, was an adventure. The temperature controls were clearly on strike, giving us two options: scalding inferno or Arctic plunge. We spent a good few minutes battling the knobs (no pun intended) and laughing like school kids.

It was the closest thing to a GFE (Girlfriend Experience) moment I’ve had in a massage parlour, and oddly endearing. If only the water had been more cooperative!

The Exit: A Slight Oversight​

After our unsuccessful tryst with the shower, we dressed, exchanged polite farewells, and off I went. It wasn’t until five minutes later that I realised I’d completely forgotten to ask for her name. Oh well, the nameless Thai enchantress will remain a fond, anonymous memory.

Yes, the whole thing was a tad on the pricey side—9k in total—but honestly, I had a grand time. Between the charming therapist and the bizarrely entertaining shower, it was worth it. Would I go back? Oh, absolutely.

Until next time, stay hydrated, stay quiet, and may your showers always be warm!

Cheers!

I’m talking life-changing, jaw-dropping, "I-can’t-believe-this-is-actually-happening" kind of magic. It's not just the best in India; it’s the kind of encounter that will haunt your dreams—in a good way.

I guarantee it'll be the best story you never tell.

Cheers!

I’m talking life-changing, jaw-dropping, "I-can’t-believe-this-is-actually-happening" kind of magic. It's not just the best in India; it’s the kind of encounter that will haunt your dreams—in a good way.

I guarantee it'll be the best story you never tell.

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