You're listening to a Mother Mia podcast. Mamma Mia acknowledges the traditional owners of the land. We have recorded this podcast on the Gatigul people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their elders past and present, and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torus Rate islander cultures.
Hi, Welcome to Butter by Mama Mia. Essential audio experience you can enjoy anywhere. Things are about to get a little spicy, So now is the perfect time to slip in your headphones and turn on I mean up the volume. This is your time, clear your mind, take a deep breath, get nice and comfy, and most importantly, enjoy yourself.
The night is warm and the scent of jasmine hangs heavy in the air. My heart beats faster than it should as I sip my wine. The glass is cool in my hand, a stark contrast to the heat spreading through my body. I'm at her apartment, a cozy art field space that feels like an extension of her personality. Vibrant, warm, welcoming. She's always intrigued me. Ever since we met at book
club just a little over a year ago. I've always admired her confidence, the way she commands attention without trying, her easy laugh that makes everyone in the room turn and stare. She's beautiful, of course, her thick hair tumbling in waves just past her shoulders, her big eyes framed by thick lashes that seem to see right through me. But it's more than that. There's an energy about her, a magnetic pool I can't shake. She sits opposite me, her legs crossed, her dress riding up just enough to
reveal a sliver of thigh. What would it feel like to touch her? I wonder to run my fingers along her smooth skin, to trace the lines of her body. The thought sends a thrill through me, a low rumble of fear and excitement. I swallow hard, suddenly realizing I've been staring. As her eyes meet mine. She knows she's caught me out. She leans forward, gaze fixed on mine, her full lips tease a smile as she stands and holds out a hand, tilts her head slightly, a silent invertire.
I take another sip of my wine, never breaking eye contact. I place the glass on the coffee table and slide my hand into hers. The tension between us stretches taut, a coiled spring, ready to snap. The heat in her eyes sins, shock waves spearing through me, and an ache begins to build between my legs. God, I want this, I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry as she pulls me up from my seat to position and leads me to the couch. She sits, guiding me to straddle her lap.
My heart thunders in my chest as I settle on top of her, my hands resting on her shoulders. Her skin is soft, smooth and warm under my touch. Her hands slider my thighs. My breath quickens and catches. Her lips brush my neck, soft and teasing, and a shiver pulses down my spine. I close my eyes, leaning into her touch. The sensation of her mouth and my skin is making it impossible to think. Everything I am collects in the places her fingertips connect with my skin. The
knee between us is a living thing. I'm so aware of, every nerve ending, every place we touch. She kisses her way up my jaw, her hands moving to my waist, pulling me in closer. My hands tremble as I slide them into her. Silken strands of her hair and with her breasts pushed against my own. I feel her nipples hardened beneath thin cotton of her dress. I lean down and her mouth finds mine. As her lips claim my
own desire rips through me, settling at my center. Her mouth is soft but demanding, her tongue pushing against mine, and a wildness takes over. I nip at her bottom lip, and she moans She's as surprised at my baldness as I am, but it spurs her on, and it has become more desperate, more frenzied. Yes, her hips roll each of us, trying to find the.
Friction we desperately need to satisfy the building desire. Her hands glide up my back and she pulls my top over my head, exposing my breasts to the night air. My nipples peak under her gaze, and she leans forward, taking one in her mouth.
Ah.
He low grown pulses from my lips as she sucks, first gently, then harder. The way we're sitting puts me in the perfect position to simply enjoy this beautiful woman's mouth on me. Ah. Her soft hands roaming over every inch of my body, she gently nips and sucks my nipples, first one breast, then the other.
Ah.
My breath is coming in short gasps. Now my body trembling with need. The sensation of her mouth, her hands, the breasts of her body against mine. It's overwhelming, and I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
Ah.
She pulls back, pushing me down onto the couch, not once taking her eyes from mine as her fingertips trace the edge of my underwear. The heat in her eyes is so intense, and I feel the wetness between my thighs, soaked through my underwear. Ah Ah. I lay back and she explores my body with her mouth, her fingers. Her lips are soft, but there's an urgency to the way she moves her hands. Gentle but as sure. She strokes me through my underwear, and I learned out a soft,
slow moan. Ah Ah, my fingers tangling in her hair. She can definitely feel my witness now and I don't care. I want her to know how much she's turning me on, how much I want her.
Ah, I writhe under her touch as she trails kisses down my breast, my stomach, until her mouth is.
Teasing the outline of my underwear. She nips at the band with her teeth and I start to pull them off, but she pushes my hands away, taking back control as she slides my underwear over my hips, her fingers, leaving trails of fire on my skin. Ah ah. She runs a finger down the very center of me, and a cry escapes from my lips at her touch. Ah. She does it again, dragging her fingers slowly, so slowly through
my wetness. Ah. I whimper, begging for more. She lowers her head and then her tongue is on me, licking, tasting.
Ah.
Pleasure ripples through my every nerve as she massages my clip with her tongue. Her slow strokes get faster with every moan from my lips.
Ah ah.
Ah, Oh my god, yes, yes, I roll my hips, grinding against her soft mouth. My hands plunge into her hair as she licks and sucks. Her hand snake around my thighs, holding me in place against her mouth. Ah ah ah. I can't think, I can't speak, I cannot only feel as the delicious pressure feels. The intensity is almost too much, but I don't want it to stop. Waves of pleasure roll through me with every brush of her tongue, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge.
She senses my body dancing beneath her hands her mouth and picks up her face. I hear her moan from between my legs, and.
It's all I need to tip me over the edge, my orgasm flooding all my senses.
She keeps leaking, stroking, still holding my thighs, her mouth buried in me. As my back arches off the floor. The shock waves radiate from my core, rolling pleasure, igniting every nerve in me. Ah ah, She murmurs something softly, her lips still on mine, as the pleasure slowly EMPs into a cozy warmth. She trails kisses back up my body until we're face to face, wrapping her arms around me. Her hand gently strokes my back as I come down from the high, and the soundtrack of the summer night
wraps around us. Time to order that pizza.