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"The Ultimate Guide to Mumbai Airport to Pune Taxi Service"

Mumbai and Pune are two of the most important cities in Maharashtra and are well-connected by a network of highways. One of the best ways to travel from Mumbai to Pune is by taxi, and One Way Travel Cab provides a convenient and affordable option for travelers. Here is a comprehensive guide to everything you need to know about the Mumbai Airport to Pune taxi service:

Booking Process: You can easily book your Mumbai Airport to Pune taxi service online by visiting the One Way Travel Cab website. You can choose from a range of vehicles, including sedans, SUVs, and luxury cars, depending on your budget and travel needs. You will receive an instant confirmation of your booking, along with details of the driver and vehicle.

Types of Vehicles: One Way Travel Cab offers a range of vehicles to choose from, including hatchbacks, sedans, SUVs, and luxury cars. You can choose the vehicle based on your budget, the number of passengers, and the amount of luggage you have.

Route Options: There are several route options available for traveling from Mumbai Airport to Pune, including the Mumbai-Pune Expressway, the NH 48, and the SH 92. The Mumbai-Pune Expressway is the fastest and most popular route, which covers a distance of 149 km and takes around 3 hours to complete.

Estimated Travel Time and Distance: The estimated travel time and distance from Mumbai Airport to Pune depends on the route you choose and the traffic conditions. On average, it takes around 3 hours to travel from Mumbai Airport to Pune, covering a distance of approximately 150 km.

"Top 5 Things to Do During Your Mumbai Airport to Pune Taxi Ride"

If you're traveling from Mumbai Airport to Pune by taxi, there are several sightseeing stops and activities that you can enjoy along the way. Here are the top 5 things to do during your Mumbai Airport to Pune taxi ride:

Visit Lonavala: Lonavala is a popular hill station located on the Mumbai-Pune Expressway, and is known for its scenic beauty and pleasant climate. You can take a break from your journey and enjoy the views of the Sahyadri Mountains, visit the Bhushi Dam, or enjoy a hot cup of tea and some local snacks.

Stop at Tiger Point: Tiger Point is another popular tourist attraction located near Lonavala. It offers panoramic views of the valley and the surrounding hills, and is a great place to take photos and enjoy the fresh air.

Try Local Cuisine: Maharashtra is known for its delicious food, and there are several restaurants and food stalls along the Mumbai-Pune Expressway where you can try local delicacies like vada pav, misal pav, and bhakri.

Visit Shaniwar Wada: Shaniwar Wada is a historic fort located in Pune, and is a popular tourist attraction. It was built in the 18th century by the Peshwas and has a rich history and cultural significance.

Explore Local Markets: Pune is known for its vibrant street markets, where you can find everything from handicrafts and textiles to fresh produce and spices. Take some time to explore the local markets and pick up some souvenirs or gifts for your loved ones.

"Safety Tips for Traveling from Mumbai Airport to Pune by Taxi"

While traveling from Mumbai Airport to Pune by taxi is a convenient and comfortable option, it's important to keep safety in mind. Here are some important safety tips to keep in mind during your journey:

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glare-gryphon · 8 years ago

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GOOD LORD YOUR TAGS ON THE OVERSHARING VIA BOND POST. "ARE YOU JEALOUS ~MASTER~" *HE SAYS PINNING OBI AGAINST A WALL* MY GOSH THE IMAGE I would like to formally request a tumblr one shot obikin/obianidala about that on your prompt list for if/when you want to write but need a break from your wonderful glorious stories that I also adore

I’ll have to dig around to like the post this was in reference to, but here you are ‘nonnie! In summary: it was about Obi-Wan feeling it every time Anakin & Padme have sex & getting frustrated about it.

Oversharing

Rating: E

Pairings: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker/Padme Amidala

Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, That’s Not How the Force Works, Porn Without Plot, Polyamory

~2500 Words

A Force Bond is a versatile thing. It can allow a Master to aid there Padawan in learning the nuances of the Force; it can allow a Bonded pair to keep track of one another outside immediate line of sight; a strong enough connection can even allow communication of thoughts and feelings between those it connects.

The strength of this connection varies from pair to pair, and Obi-Wan’s connection to his former student is truly exceptional. It’s a gift of the battlefield: moving and breathing and their hearts beating in sync. It’s a nightmare on shore leave: forcing the Councilor to excuse himself to his rooms as his body is wracked by an alien pleasure.

Anakin’s thoughts are loud, his feelings consuming. No matter how much Obi-Wan tries, he cannot block the sensation out. Tight, wet heat around his cock, lips skipping across the skin of his throat, nails biting at the skin of his back—all the while he lays alone in their quarters, his fingers tangled in the fabric of the sheets to stop himself from chasing his own pleasure.

Anakin comes back to their quarters sated and smug; Padme flashes him a teasing smile when she passes him in the halls of the Senate. They know what they’re do to him.

Until, of course, they aren’t. There has been none of that phantom pleasure for days, and Anakin looks about ready to crawl out of his skin. Obi-Wan knows Padme is busy—has been called out to the Senate more than once to consult on the vote over an upcoming bill. He’s seen the way Anakin paces their quarters, pent up energy shortening his attention span and setting his temper on edge. He’s noticed the way Anakin begins to stare at him as the days past, considering and hungry.

Therefore Obi-Wan is not altogether surprised when Anakin pins him to the wall in their quarters, hands braced to either side of his head. “Get off of me, Anakin,” Obi-Wan warns, placing his own hands on the younger man’s chest to prevent him from further closing the distance between them.

“I need you,” Anakin replies, as though he hasn’t even heard the protest.

“If you need this so bad, why don’t you go fuck your wife,” Kenobi hisses back, and realizes his misstep only when Anakin’s eyes narrow in smug delight.

“Such vehemence,” the younger man murmurs, leaning his weight into Obi-Wan’s bracing hands until his arms fold, allowing Anakin to press himself fully against his Master. Obi-Wan can feel the jut of his erection against his hip already. “What’s the matter, Master?” he asks, slow and sweet, and one of his hands comes up to brush teasing finger against the flush of his cheeks. “What’s got you so wound up?”

“Padawan,” Kenobi growls in warning, sinking a hand into the hair at the nape of Anakin’s neck and pulling—forcing his head back and the younger man out of his space. “Would you like to find out?” He says, and hears the hitch in Anakin’s breath, sees the flush blossoms across his cheeks. This is the reaction he wanted when he began pushing Obi-Wan’s buttons. Neither of them has the patience anymore to pretend otherwise.

Anakin nods shallowly, the grip his Master has on his hair preventing anything more. “Yes,” he gasps, “stars, yes.”

Obi-Wan needs no further permission, pulling Anakin down for a biting kiss. The younger Knight’s hands fumble for Obi-Wan’s belt, tugging it open and letting it fall to the floor without a thought to what might be contained in its pockets, nor to the lightsaber hilt still attached. The disgruntled noise Kenobi makes at the action is swallowed down before it can even pass his lips, Anakin pressing eagerly into his personal space and forcing him back across the room. Pieces of fallen clothing mark their path, Anakin eagerly divesting them both of their garments as he corrals Obi-Wan back toward the closest bed—Obi-Wan’s own, as it were.

The Master’s knees hit the mattress, and a strong push from Anakin is enough to send him falling down onto the bed. He doesn’t particularly mind, with how Anakin stares when he stretches himself out against the blankets. Left in only his undergarments, his erection strains the fabric as he presents himself to his lover. Anakin is similarly affected, pupils blown wide and pants similarly tented.

Pushing himself back to lean against the headboard, Obi-Wan gestures to Anakin—permission to approach. He’s quick to scramble up the bed, eagerly dropping into Obi-Wan’s lap. They kiss again, heated and luxurious, while Obi-Wan’s fingers map the lines of Anakin’s body. Trail down his side, squeeze briefly at his hips, before coming to rest on his ass. He kneads at the boy’s cheeks appreciatively before using his grip to pull Anakin down against him, grinding their still-clothed erections together. Anakin gasps, momentarily startled, but is quick to pick up the rhythm Obi-Wan sets.

He could, probably, get the boy off like this. He could make Anakin come in his pants like an oversensitive adolescent, but he’s feeling generous. And perhaps a bit vindictive.

“Please,” Anakin whines into Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Please, Master, please.”

“What do you want?” Obi-Wan asks, taking hold of the boy’s hips and stilling his increasingly frantic movements.

“Please—”

“Use your words, Anakin. Tell me what you want.”

“I want—” The younger man groans, pressing his face into Obi-Wan’s neck as he tries to stifle his embarrassment. “I w-want… I want your cock. Please, Master, please.”

“Good boy,” Obi-Wan croons, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Anakin’s undergarments and slowly peeling them off the boy’s ass. He shimmies out of them obediently, lifting himself to allow Obi-Wan to tug his own off.

There’s lube in the dresser, used more for his solo exploits than events like these. The bottle in his quarters on their Star Destroyer see more use in partnered affairs. Obi-Wan presses this bottle into Anakin’s hands, raising a pointed brow when Anakin looks at him with confusion. He understands after that, face further flushing as he squeezes the viscous fluid onto his fingers before reaching back to begin opening himself up. Obi-Wan watches the proceedings with hooded eyes, keeping a grip on Anakin’s already shaking thighs and digging his nails into the flesh with the boy’s every hushed gasp and groan.

Eventually Anakin decides he ready, bracing both hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulders as he sinks down onto his Master’s cock. Obi-Wan guides himself in with a grip on himself and on Anakin’s waist, letting go to hold the boy’s prominent hips when he feels the head of his cock breach Anakin’s entrance.

“Good,” he murmurs, pulling Anakin to his chest when the boy has taken him as far as he can. Anakin shutters under his palm as he strokes soothingly down his back, keeping him still while he adjusts to the feeling of Obi-Wan’s length within him. “You’re doing so well, darling.”

The boy nuzzles into his shoulder, rocking himself carefully in Obi-Wan’s lap at first, growing bolder as he becomes more comfortable. Soon they’re both breathing hard, and a firm hand around Anakin’s throat has the boy spilling over himself without ever being touched.

He whines when Obi-Wan shoves him off his cock, hazy and pliant in the wake of his orgasm. Obi-Wan flips Anakin onto his belly, draping himself over the younger man’s back when he pulls him up onto his knees.

“Ah! Master—” Anakin gasps when Obi-Wan sinks back into, flushed and panting as he squirms in his sensitivity.

“Sh… Sh… It’s ok, Ani.”

It’s difficult to hold still until Anakin finds himself again, coaxed slowly back to hardness under Obi-Wan’s hand. He’s just begun to resume their previous pace—begun to rock back into Anakin’s tight heat, when a com begins to sound from the floor.

Obi-Wan, already suspecting who may be calling, summons Anakin’s comlink from the folds of his robes with a lazy pull of the force. “A-Ani?” A confused, very flustered voice floats through the speakers. “Are you there?”

“I’m afraid Anakin is otherwise occupied at the moment, darling,” Obi-Wan purrs.There’s a pause as Padme processes what she’s hearing: Obi-Wan answering Anakin’s com, the younger man panting and whining in the background. “Obi-Wan, are you—?”

‘Fucking my husband’ does not get said aloud, though Obi-Wan thinks he would have rather enjoyed hearing it. Instead, Padme launches into:

“I was in the middle of a Senate session! I had to make an excuse to leave!”

There is no reprimand for the fact that he’s currently buried to the hilt into her husband, though he wasn’t expecting there to be. This is a matter they’ve discussed before, in the rare moments they get with each other without their nosy partner listening in. No, her outrage is simply at the ill-timing. Which Obi-Wan knows a thing or two about.

“And I was stuck an emergency Council meeting all night the last time you two were getting up to… Whatever it was you got up to.” he replies, thrusting shallowly into Anakin and enjoying the low whine it produces—enjoying the way the younger man tries to rock back and take more of him. It’s only when Obi-Wan presses a hand to the space between his shoulder blades—pushing down until Anakin’s arms give out—that the younger Knight stops, unable to get the leverage he needs. He’s horribly impatient; Obi-Wan files this thought away for later consideration. “You said you’ve excused yourself from session. Where are you now?”

“In one of the more private 'freshers. Not exactly private, but it seemed like too far a walk back to my office.”

“I suppose we better make this worth the risk, then.”

Obi-Wan drops the comlink onto the mattress at their side, the device’s volume turned up loud enough that he can still hear the rustle of fabric from Padme’s end of the line as she works to get beneath the ridiculous number of layers she wears—can still hear her sharp groan, only a hairsbreadth after Anakin’s own, when he presses back into the younger man, falling into a languid, luxurious rhythm. There is something exhilarating about knowing that Padme can feel everything Obi-Wan is doing to her husband, like his own sweet revenge for all the long nights he’d spent awake, desperately knotting his fingers in the bedsheets to keep from chasing his own pleasure while Anakin’s echoed in the back of his skull.

“Our boy is quite flexible, darling,” Obi-Wan purrs, running the hand previously pinning Anakin to the sheets along his skin and admiring the curl of his spine. For all the rumors that circulate through the Temple and Senate halls, Obi-Wan has actually only taken a few lovers in his lifetime. He doesn’t quite hold prowess he is believed to have between the sheets, but years of politics have left him with a silver tongue he isn’t afraid to use when he wants to get his way. “Do you take advantage of that when you take him to bed? You should see him now: on his knees for me, his face in the sheets. He arches so prettily; he’s so hungry for it.”

Padme doesn’t answer him beyond an appreciative groan, though he wasn’t expecting her to. He continues to narrate the sight before him, for her benefit: the sheen of sweat on Anakin’s skin, the heaving of his ribs as he tries to catch breath, the disarray Obi-Wan has forced his hair into when he’d grabbed Anakin by it earlier. The boy is gorgeous, and Obi-Wan tells them both just how much he enjoys taking him,

Beneath him, Anakin hisses, trying to work a hand to his groin to bring the phantom sensation of Padme pleasuring herself into the physical. Obi-Wan allows him this, returning his grip to Anakin’s hips and using the additional leverage to increase their pace.

Anakin is noisy in everything he does, so it is no surprise that he is loud in this, too. It’s astonishing that he and Padme have never been caught, with the way he wails his pleasure for anyone to hear. Obi-Wan’s name tumbles from his lips in a reverent chant, interspersed with Padme’s here and there when the woman does something particularly clever on the other end of their connection.

While Obi-Wan cannot experience that sensation himself, he sees the way Anakin writhes beneath him and reaches out with the Force, pressing past the younger’s shields and pouring his own feelings into Anakin’s mind. It is what Anakin wanted when he instigated this encounter: to share Obi-Wan’s pleasure the way he shares Padme’s. Anakin is greedy in his desire; he wants everything that his lovers can offer him. And Obi-Wan allows it.

Obi-Wan allows it, and loses himself in chasing his own end. In the rough pace they’ve somehow fallen into, Anakin hot and tight around him, and in Padme’s soft groans as she pleasures herself. It is intimate in a way Obi-Wan has never been intimate with another, knowing that he is as much fucking her as he is Anakin. She can feel the stiff line of his cock as he fills her husband, can feel its head catch on Anakin’s rim with every thrust. Anakin begs—begs for him harder and faster and please, please, please—and that power he holds over them both is a heady thing that swirls gold in Obi-Wan’s eyes, though Anakin is too delirious to recognize it.

Eventually Padme moans, louder than before, and Obi-Wan feels her orgasm rattle through Anakin’s own body. The boy spasms, chanting their names as he tumbles after her, painting the sheets with the evidence of his pleasure. The pressure, clamping tight around Obi-Wan’s cock, pulls him with them—driving as deep into Anakin as he can and filling the younger man with his seed.

“Fuck,” Anakin wheezes, muscles twitching beneath Obi-Wan’s cheek when he collapses atop him, spent. “Oh, fuck.”

“A fair assessment,” Obi-Wan chuckles, stroking a soothing hand down Anakin’s heaving ribs. “How are you doing, Padme darling?”

“I think Anakin summed it up nicely,” the Senator replies. “Stars, now I really don’t want to go back and argue with a bunch of blowhards.”This draws a chuckle from them all, and Obi-Wan listens dazedly as she cleans herself up. She is undoubtedly going to be back in perfect order in a matter of moments, ready to crush adversary under her heel with a ruthlessness he admires. Anakin, on the other hand, will most likely be out of it for the remainder of the afternoon, if not well into the evening. Sex like this, with his Bonds to his wife and Master so heavily involved, always wipes him out. At least, Obi-Wan thinks as he watches Anakin begin to drift off, he might actually be able to get some work done this evening without further interruption. He has a mountain of paperwork that needs seeing to before the next Council Session.“We must do this again sometime, General Kenobi,” Padme hums through the line.Obi-Wan looks down at the boy beneath him, already dozing off despite the fact that Obi-Wan has yet to pull out. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, Senator.”

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paytonspassport · 8 years ago

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A Freudian Trip: Day 28

This morning, Olivia and I woke up veeeeery early and got all of our stuff together to go to Budapest! We rolled up to the bus just in time, got on, and off we went! I spent a lot of the ride napping even though I was very excited. Three or so hours later, we got to Budapest and our bus driver carefully guided our bus through some way-too-narrow-for-a-bus streets until we were ultimately dropped off at the Dohány Street Synagogue which is either the second or third largest synagogue in the world. We got a tour that discussed how the building was like the cathedral of synagogues, and how it belongs to the neo-orthodox sect in Budapest. We got to go to learn a bit of the history of the Jews in Budapest, specifically a bit about how the synagogue is honoring memories and helping people to find information on and honor their family members. It was both interesting and a very powerful way of exploring a part of Hungarian history. The synagogue itself was beautiful and the little museum was nice as well, and would’ve been nicer if I wasn’t really really hungry...

The bus picked us up from the synagogue and then took us to our hotel, Hotel Hungaria. After much drama about who would have to share a room with who if they were 4 person rooms, they all ended up being double rooms with two little twin beds side by side and all the drama in the program subsided in an instant. Olivia and I stuck together as we have worked out a pretty good understanding of one another as roommates. We threw all our stuff in our rooms, then the program head gave us an hour and a half to convert money and find lunch all on our own. In Hungary, they use Forints, not Euros. They told us that 1 Euro = 307 Forints, and we figured out $1 = 276 Forints. Needless to say, these conversions boggled our minds.

Beyond the conversions, we had no idea what prices would be like. We all pulled out around 7000 Forints (about 25 USD) and then began our search of lunch. It was a very frustrating endeavor. The Hotel Hungaria City Center was a very safe hotel but felt like it was in a weird area. Olivia and I had ventured out with two other girls, Charis and Ellie, but after only finding a place that would be a buffet for 4000~ Forints (about 14 USD, which we decided was a bit much) we parted ways because they caved and decided to go back to the Burger King we passed on the way in. Olivia and I ran into another herd of discouraged IES students, and followed them a bit, pausing while I ducked into a bakery for a little pizza roll thing that cost less than a dollar because I was in no way going any further without some sort of food. We ran into the group again at one of the many many “Doner Kebab” stands we see in Vienna, and now in Budapest. It was hot food that was readily available and the price was cheap. We ravenously ate falafel sandwiches and sandwiches with the shwarma-like meat on the sidewalk before I dragged Olivia to the nearby Aldi so I could buy snacks, swearing to never get that hungry ever again ever.

After lunch, we all got back on our bus, now with a local Hungarian tour guide named Adam who took us on a walking/bus tour of Budapest. My favorite things I learned were 1) that Budapest used to be two cities, Buda and Pest and then they just smacked ‘em together and called them “Budapest.” It’s so simple and I love it. Also, tell me Buda and Pest (with that little “sh” sound on the s so it’s not straight up ‘pest’) wouldn’t make great cat names. Just sayin’. 2) I learned that the Hungarian people are a greatly sarcastic and self-depricating people. It’s like a whole country of angsty teens, but like the funny ones on the Internet that are very relatable. Our guide kept making jokes about how Hungary never won anything ever and was ALWAYS on the wrong side. He warned that, in the event of the (impending????) WWIII, choose the side that Hungary *isn’t* on and you’ll be good to go. He also peppered his tour with many digs at Vienna and Austria. Although it was the Austro-Hungarian Empire, Vienna totally had priority. Since the Hapsburgs lived in Vienna, it had to be the best. Sure, Budapest could have a state opera house, IF it’s smaller and uglier. Mostly, all the nice stuff in Budapest was built to entertain Sisi, the much-beloved wife of Franz Josef.

Beyond learning that we were in a weird country full of angsty teens with an identity struggle and some resentment issues, we went to the Citadel (fortress on a hill atop the city) for some stunning views of Budapest and to see the Soviet soldier monument there.

We learned yet another hilarious story about the Soviets after WWII, much like the Russian soldier monument in Vienna I ride by every day on my way to school, the Soviets had a sense of humor about their representation in Budapest too. During the Soviet occupation, the Soviets put up a lot of monuments to celebrate when they liberated Hungary (ya know, before occupying it again?) and after Hungary became its own thing again, they allowed their previous occupy-ers to chose one monument to leave up. Instead of choosing the one we saw (which overlooks everything and can be seen from great distances) they chose a single soldier monument that stares down the US Embassy, ya know, just to remind them who succeeded in liberating (then reoccupying??) Hungary. The Hungarians sorta changed the definition of the monument at the Citadel and called it good. (I was trying my best to remember everything, please never use my blog posts as a history lesson, also I never took AP Euro so my European history knowledge is severely lacking at best. In my defense, none of it seems to really be sensible anyways).

We bussed around a little more, driving by the Mambo “gentleman’s club” on our way down the Citadel. It used to be run by the Hungarian secret service which was just very amusing. It is no longer used to obtain blackmail or share government secrets, but the signs outside will let you know it is still serving its other function. We then went to the hero’s square to learn a bit about Hungary’s history and great leaders. It seems tumultuous at best, and like our guide said, they need a little more work in defining a national identity. It was very hot out and I was still in the dark jean capris I wore to be appropriately dressed in the synagogue so some was lost on me, but it was interesting to see who the Hungarians chose to have as their “heroes” in light of their interesting and frequently-occupied political history. Before I got too hot, I did know that the pillar in the middle houses the archangel Gabriel and the 7 men on horses below are the leaders of the 7 tribes that originally came to Hungary.

After our tour, we had about an hour at the hotel to apply more deodorant and quit sweating (hooray for AC! Living the luxury life). Then we went to dinner at the Trófea Grill, where there was an unlimited buffet for all of us to eat which was the nicest gift of all. I tried so many things (I even tried to eat my vegetables) including Hungarian beef goulash (yum!) and their sour cherry soup--which is not actually a dessert but was eaten with my dessert plate because that’s when I had a hand to carry it. It was really good, it tasted as pink as it looked but not in a sickening sweet way. It was a good tart-sweet. Also I got lots of dessert but come on people, I had to make up for the horrible rum cake incident in Semmering!

The place was also chandelier goals for the future. After dinner, I hung out in Crystal’s hotel room with her roommates Chelsea and Catie and our friend Erika. We wanted a quiet night and to get some sleep early because we have a busy day tomorrow.

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the-huntington · 6 days ago

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𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚒𝚏𝚝´𝚜

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onewaytravelcab · 2 years ago

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"The Ultimate Guide to Mumbai Airport to Pune Taxi Service"

"Top 5 Things to Do During Your Mumbai Airport to Pune Taxi Ride"

"Safety Tips for Traveling from Mumbai Airport to Pune by Taxi"

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