A Night To Herself 🌶️ 🌶️

An evening of unexpected solitude. A steamy bathroom filled with vanilla scents and soft music. After months of constant family demands and work responsibilities, she finally has the house to herself.

Between the warm water caressing her skin and the peaceful quiet surrounding her, what begins as simple relaxation transforms into an indulgent night of rediscovering herself and the pleasure of her own touch.

Content Warning: This episode contains mature themes and is intended for adult audiences

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Producer: Stef MacFie 

Writer: Alix Nicholson 

Audio Producer: Tegan Sadler

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hi, Welcome to Butter by Mamma Mia, the spiciest podcast
we have ever made. So slip in your headphones, take
a nice, deep breath, and enjoy yourself.

Speaker 2 (00:22):
The house is unusually quiet tonight, and the stillness wraps
around me like a warm blanket as I turn on
the tap and fill the barth. No kids, no partner,
just me and some much needed time to myself. My
favorite candle, already lit, crackles on the vanity, filling the

(00:44):
room with the scent of a burnt caramel and vanilla.
Thick and heady, soft strains of my self care playlist
drift through my speaker. As the rushing water fills the
tub and steam kisses my skin, I take a deep
breath in and sigh out, feeling the stress of the

(01:09):
day begin to leave my muscles. I slip out of
my clothes, letting them fall to the floor, Savoring the
caress of the steam wrapping around my bare skin. I
gently pad over to the bath and lay my vibrator
on the edge, dipping my toes into the water, I

(01:31):
revel in the delicious heat As I slowly lower myself
into the top. The warmth envelops me caressing every curve
and plane of my body. As I sink deeper, another
contented sigh leaves my lips, and a smile lifts the

(01:58):
corners of my mouth. As the tent in my muscles
begin to melt into the delicious heat of the water,
my hands glide slowly over my soft skin, trailing droplets
in their wake. The water amplifies every sensation as I
trace lazy circles across my collar bone, inching down to

(02:22):
the swell of my breasts. My fingertips drag softly on
the sensitive flesh there As I circle closer and closer
to my nipples. At my touch, they harden, sending a
shiver of pleasure down my spine, and a pulse jolts
through my core. I cup my breasts, kneading gently as

(02:49):
I arch into my own caress. The water laps at
my skin, heightening my arousal and my breath quickens as
I drag my fingers lower, skimming over my ribs and abdomen.
As my fingers creep downwards, I slowly part my thighs,

(03:09):
letting the water rush between them. My fingers diplower, grazing
the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I'm already slick
with arousal as I run my fingers down my slit,
dipping it just inside to trace feather light circles around

(03:30):
my clid, building the tension exquisitely slowly m I slowly
drag my finger from my clid, sliding it inside me,
feeling the warmth and softness tightening around it. The sensation

(03:54):
is electric and drags a low moan from my lips.
Panic grips me for a second until I remember I'm alone.
There's no one here to hear my pleasure. I can
make as much noise as I want. I add a

(04:17):
second finger, feeling the gentle resistance give way as I
curl them slightly, exploring with deliberate teasing strokes, soft size
and gasps. My other hand continues to tease my breasts,

(04:37):
pinching and rolling my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure coursing
through me. I increase the pace, the water sloshing gently,
lapping at my skin gently as I rock my hips,
meeting the thrusts of my fingers. I close my eyes,

(05:01):
wondering what it would be like to have someone standing
at the end of the bath watching me. Wanting me
a lover, a partner. All they want from me is
to see me find my own pleasure, to send myself

(05:23):
over the brink. At this thought, tension begins to build faster,
a delicious pressure, coiling tighter and tighter low in my belly.
The water moves around me in gentle waves as I
rock my hand, gently caressing my skin. My fingers move faster,

(05:44):
dipping in and out with practiced precision. I brush my
thumb over my clip to circling it with firm, insistent strokes.
Pleasure washes through me in waves, building higher and higher
with each passing moment. My head falls back, resting against

(06:05):
the edge of the tub as I imagine them stepping closer,
sitting on the edge of the tub, watching me as
I moan under my own touch, my fingers a slick
inside me, my own wetness, turning me on more. The
candle flickers, casting dancing shadows across the steamy bathroom. As

(06:29):
I ride in the tub and I curl my fingers again,
finding that perfect spot inside me. My breasts peak above
the waterline, the cool night air, a sensuous grab to
the warmth of the water, a breathy moan escapes my lips.

(06:50):
My hips rock faster, chasing that elusive peak. Water sloshes
over the edge of the tub, but I'm too close
to my orgasm to care. Oh God, I gasp, my
voice echoing off the tiled walls. The tension inside me
coils tighter, every muscle in my body tight as a spring.

(07:14):
My fingers work frantically, now thrusting deeper, circling my clip
with desperate intensity. I'm so close, teetering on the edge
of release. With one hand, I reach for my vibrator,
fumbling slightly in my eagerness. The smooth silicon feels cool
against my flushed skin as I switch it on the

(07:34):
low hum barely audible over my raged breath. I trail
the buzzing toy slowly down my body, shuddering as I
drag it over my peaked nipples. They harden further, and
I writhe on my fingers, still deep inside, keeping me
on the edge of climax. I run the buzzing toy
down into the water, and the sound turns to a

(07:57):
barely audible hum. As I trail it down, my stuff
make slowly, finally stopping to hover over that sweet spot.
Before positioning it against my swollen clit. I gasp at
the sudden intensity the vibrations, sending shock waves coursing through me,
the water lapping at my body. I cry out my

(08:21):
back arching, and my orgasm draws closer. My hips buck wildly,
and I bite my lip, barely muffling a moan. As
the vibrations ripple through me, I increase the vibrator's intensity,
pressing it more firmly against my swollen, throbbing clit. The

(08:42):
coil of tension inside me winds impossibly tight as I
chase my release. I'm panting now, trembling, teetering on the
edge of my orgasm. The vibrator hums against my clip
as my fingers curl thrust stroke, hitting that perfect spot

(09:02):
with each movement. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Suddenly
the coil of tension snaps. I cry out my back
arching as waves of ecstasy crash over me. My inner
walls clench rhythmically around my fingers as I come pulsing

(09:23):
with each wave of my orgasm. The vibrator amplifies every sensation,
drawing out my climax. As I writhe, the water splashing
over the edge of the bath tub, but I don't care,
don't notice, as my toes curl and my thighs tremble,
and my climax crashes into me. As the last waves

(09:48):
of pleasure ripple through me, I slowly remove my fingers
and switch off the vibrator, let it slip into the
water beside me. My body feels boneless, utterly relaxed as
I sink deeper into the warm tub, letting the water

(10:09):
caress my curves, kiss my skin. The candle flickers, it's
soft light dancing across the steamy bathroom. As I catch
my breath, I tray all my fingers lazily through the water,

(10:31):
savoring the after glow and listening to the gentle lapping
of the water and my own slowing heartbeat. My sight
deep and contented, and my mind drifts to the second
most important part of my night alone. What do I

(10:54):
want for dinner?