April 10, 2025 • 17 mins
A glittering jewel-adorned gift sits in her drawer, purchased after weeks of curiosity and quiet contemplation. Tonight is the night she's finally ready to explore a new dimension of pleasure.
Between patient guidance and tender exploration, what begins as nervous anticipation transforms into an intense journey of discovery that pushes boundaries and unlocks sensations she never knew possible.
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Producer: Stef MacFie
Writer: Alix Nicholson
Audio Producer: Tegan Sadler
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hi, Welcome to Butter by Mona Mia, the spiciest podcast
we have ever made. So slip in your headphones, take
a nice deep breath, and enjoy yourself.
Speaker 2 (00:24):
I've always been curious about backdoor play, but never game
to try. But all that changes tonight. I think the
bejeweled plug I bought earlier heavy in my hand as
I placed it in the drawer of my bedside table.
It looks cute sat between my hot pink vibrator and
the bottle of lube or gleaming silver with a pink
(00:47):
heart shaped jewel. It's the perfect new addition to my
little toy collection. The sound of him clearing his throat
has me turning towards the doorway, and there is a
slight smile teasing his lips as he leans against the
door frame. I feel the weight of his gaze on
(01:08):
me as I sit down on the edge of the bed,
anticipation threading through my veins. The room is bathed in soft,
golden lamplight, stretching the shadows and making everything feel warmer, deeper,
and the anticipation is palpable. He just stands there, hands
(01:31):
in his pockets, his eyes roaming down every inch of
my body, setting every nerve on fire. His gaze travels slowly,
so slowly, back up to my face, that half smile growing.
As his eyes meet mine, A charge pulses through the
(01:51):
air between us. Because tonight is different. Tonight we're stepping
into something new, something unhe for us. He walks slowly
towards me, steps slow, easy, confident, and my stomach tightens
in anticipation. He reaches me, and I place a hand
(02:15):
on his stomach, feeling the hard lines of his body
under his white T shirt. I fist the cotton and
pull his top, guiding him down to me, capturing his
lips with my own. The kiss is unhurried. It's full
of slow burning heat, and a groan rumbles deep in
(02:36):
my throat. Take this off, I tell him, leaning back
on my elbows. His eyes never leave mine as he
lifts the tea over his head, exposing the rugged planes
of his chest, his body. He stands before me, his
bare chest a canvas of heat against my cool fingertips.
As I reach out to touch him. The air between
(02:59):
us is thick, charged, every moment measured, deliberate. He leans down,
his lips, grazing my jaw, his breath warm. His fingers
trace the curve of my back, lingering. His touch is
careful but wanting, exploring the dips and hollows of my
(03:23):
body with reverence and restraint. He is patient, maddeningly so,
drawing out the anticipation like a taut string, ready to snap.
My breath hitches as his fingers skim lower, teasing the
edge of my skirt. His touch is electric, sending shivers
(03:44):
across my skin. I lift my hips slightly. It's an invitation,
one that he accepts, and his fingers dip beneath the fabric,
his calloused thumb tracing circles on my inner thigh. Yes,
I breathe to his silent question, the word barely audible,
(04:05):
as his fingers entire teasing me through the thin lace
of my underwear. He can feel the wetness soaking through
my body, already ready for his touch. I have something
to show you, I say. My voice is breathy. Close
your eyes and hold your hand. A grin spreads across
(04:26):
his face as I reach for the drawer, take out
the plug and drop it into his outstretched palm. His
eyes fly open, but he doesn't say a word, just
moves his hand up and down slightly, like he's testing
the weight. His eyes darken, the metal catches the golden lamplight.
(04:48):
You know, I've been talking about this for a while.
I start to explain, but he abruptly shifts his weight
forward and cuts off my words, claiming my mouth with
his own. I feel his hard length pressing into me.
He's clearly into this idea too. The kiss deepens as
his free hand tangles in my hair, tugging just enough
(05:11):
to expose my neck to his hungry mouth. His stubble
grazes my sensitive skin as he trails hot, open mouthed
kisses down to my collar bone. His hands are everywhere,
urgent and demanding. The restraint from before dissolves as he
pushes me back onto the bed, crawling over me. I
(05:32):
gasp as his teeth graze my neck, my pulse point,
sending shivers down my spine. His thumb traces the jelled
base of the plug, and I watch his eyes dark
and further with desire. There's something primal in his graze now,
(05:53):
something unleashed that makes heat pool low in My belly
arch into him as his hand slides up my thigh,
bunching my skirt around my waist. His fingers hook into
my underwear, tugging them down with deliberate slowness. The cool
(06:13):
air hits my exposed heat, making me squirm. He reaches
for the door again, retrieving the bottle of loop. The
snap of the cap echoes in the quiet room, A
watch mesmerized as he warms the cool gel between his fingers.
My legs fall open, instinctively, inviting him closer. His eyes
(06:37):
lock with mine, seeking silent permission. Once more, I nod.
The first touch of his slick finger circling my ass
makes me gasp. He takes his time, massaging, preparing, watching
my face for every reaction. I exhale, melting into the sensation.
(07:02):
My body adjuned to every tiny shift, every featherlight press.
His patience is exquisite, each movement designed to tease rather
than take. The plug sits on the bed beside us,
a promise of what's to come. My heart hammers against
(07:22):
my ribs, a mixture of nervousness and desperate want coursing
through me. He leans down to capture my mouth again
as his finger pushes gently inside the unfamiliar sensation, making
me tense. Momentarily His kiss swallows my moan As he
(07:43):
works me open with excruciating patients. One finger becomes too, stretching, exploring,
finding places inside me I never knew existed. My back
arches of the bed, A whimper, escaping my lips as
(08:04):
pleasure blooms from this new sensation. More, I breathe, my
body writhing beneath his touch without question. His other hand
moves to my pussy and he strikes my clip gently, purposefully,
drawing agonizingly perfect circles on my most sensitive part. Already
(08:24):
I can feel my climax building low in my stomach.
More I insist again, rocking on his fingers. Desperate and needy,
He withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving me aching for fullness,
and reaches again for the loop with deliberate movements. He
coats the jeweled plug generously, the thick liquid glistening in
(08:47):
the lamp light. I feel my cheeks flush hot with
a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. But his eyes never
leave mine, holding me in place with their intensity. The
anticipation is almost unbearable as he positions the plug against me,
(09:08):
the cool metal a stark contrast to my heated skin.
Pressure builds as he pushes forward with gentle persistence. The
pressure is foreign, but not unwelcome. As he continues to push,
gentle but insistent, My body resists at first, then gradually
(09:30):
yields as I get accustomed to the feeling. My breath catches,
and I focus on my breathing, on relaxing, suspended between
discomfort and pleasure. As my body opens, my fingers curl
into the sheets, a breathless moan slipping past my lips.
(09:50):
As he soothes me, worships me with touch and murmured praise.
He doesn't rush, He savors He's free and stroking my
inner thigh, soothing, encouraging as the widest part of me stretches. Then,
with a soft gasp from my lips, my body accepts
(10:12):
it fully, the jewel base coming to rest against my
sensitive skin. The feeling is like nothing else. I'm impossibly full,
my nerves singing with new sensation. He watches my face, intently,
caging my reaction, his own breathing raged and shallow. His
(10:34):
fingers continue to stroke lazy circles around my clip, and
we lay there while I get used to the absolute fullness.
The sensation overwhelming. My hips begin to move inbting more
movement from him. He shifts his position, lowering his head
between my thighs. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but in the
(10:58):
most exquisite way. As he lowers his head to press
a kiss to my inner thigh, His breath is hot
against my most sensitive flesh, making me tremble in anticipation.
The first broad stroke of his tongue against my clip
makes my hips buck involuntarily, the movement causing the plug
(11:19):
to shift inside me. The dual sensation rips a cry
from my throat, louder than I intended. He grips my
hips firmly, holding me in place as his mouth works
against me, his tongue exploring my folds with hungry precision.
Each sweep of his tongue sands shock waves through my system,
(11:41):
amplified by the fullness behind my fingers twisted in his hair.
As every slight movement sends waves of pleasure radiating through me,
The unfamiliar fullness, combined with the pressure against sensitive nerves,
has me writhing against the sheets. His hand slides between
(12:04):
my thighs, again, fighting me slick and swollen, and I
cry out as his fingers slide inside me while the
plug fills my ass. The stretch of the plug, the
fullness of his fingers, and the relentless attention of his
tongue threatened to consume me. My body arches off the
bed as pleasure builds in impossible waves. His fingers curl
(12:29):
inside me, and I'm caught between his mouth and his hand,
completely full and at his mercy, with nowhere to go
but deeper into sensation. I feel myself clenching around his
fingers the plug, my body greedy for more. My thighs
(12:51):
begin to tremble, my breathing shallow and quick as tension
coils tighter in my core. His tongue continues to circle
my it with deliberate precision, while his fingers pump steadily
inside me. Every moment jostles the plug, sending shock waves
of pleasure racing through me. I feel myself balancing on
(13:13):
the knife edge of climax, every nerve ending alive with electricity.
His fingers curve inside me, pressing on my inner wall,
while the plug creates a delicious pressure from behind. The
combination is intoxicating, overwhelming, unlike anything I've felt before. Oh God,
(13:38):
I gasp, my head thrashing against the pillow as my
inner walls begin to pulse. My entire body titans, muscles
tensing as the first tremors of orgasms start deep within
my core. The pleasure builds like a way you, gathering fource,
starting from where the jeweled plug sits snugly inside me,
(13:58):
radiating outwards in concentric circles of heat. My toes curl,
my back arches further off the bed as the sensation intensifies,
becoming something primal and all consuming. My world narrows to
just this, his mouth, his fingers, the fullness from behind,
(14:20):
stretching me in ways I never imagined. Each tiny movement
of the plug sends ripples of pleasure racing through my body.
I'm trembling uncontrollably, now hovering at the edge something monumental.
He must sense how close I am, because he shifts slightly,
(14:41):
angling his fingers to press more firmly against my front wall,
while his mouth intensifies its rhythm against my clit. The
pressure builds with each deliberate stroke, each calculated curl of
his fingers inside me. The sensation crests suddenly, like a
dam breaking, and I shatter completely. My body convulses, and
(15:03):
I fall apart as the orgasm tears through me with
unexpected force. It starts deep where the plug fills me,
a pulsing, throbbing release that radiates outward in waves. Unlike
any climax I've experienced before, this one builds from somewhere primal,
(15:23):
somewhere deep in my core, and takes over every nerve,
every fiber of my being. My inner muscles clamp down
hard around his fingers while simultaneously gripping the plug. Each
contraction pushes the jeweled base against sensitive nerve endings, triggering
(15:43):
another pulse, another wave. I'm caught in a cycle of
release that refuses to abate. The world falls away, and
I hear myself making sounds i've never made before, half
sob half moan, as spiral into a cascade of pleasure
so intense I lose track of where I end, and
(16:06):
sensation begins. My voice breaks into raged cries as the
pleasure radiates from my core, and my fingers claw at
his shoulders, desperate for an anchor. As my consciousness narrows
to this single, perfect moment of release, the plug shifts
with each convulsion and my thighs clamp around his head
(16:29):
as stars burst behind my closed eyelids. I'm floating, drowning,
being remade over and over. His fingers slow, but don't stop,
drawing out every last tremor, every after shock that ripples
through my oversensitized body. I'm gasping for air, my chest
(16:54):
heaving as if I've run miles. My thighs tremble uncontrollably,
my breath coming enraged gasps as I ride out the
final waves, and then, with excruciating gentleness, he eases his
fingers from me, every small movement, sending another jolt through
my hypersensitive body. The plug, still seated inside me, throbs
(17:19):
with my pulse spent, panting and covered in a sheen
of sweat, I light it boneless as he slowly pulls
the plug from my trembling body. He sets it aside,
his gaze never leaving mine, then shifts us both to
our sides, wrapping me in his arms,
Hi, Welcome to Butter by Mona Mia, the spiciest podcast
we have ever made. So slip in your headphones, take
a nice deep breath, and enjoy yourself.
Speaker 2 (00:24):
I've always been curious about backdoor play, but never game
to try. But all that changes tonight. I think the
bejeweled plug I bought earlier heavy in my hand as
I placed it in the drawer of my bedside table.
It looks cute sat between my hot pink vibrator and
the bottle of lube or gleaming silver with a pink
(00:47):
heart shaped jewel. It's the perfect new addition to my
little toy collection. The sound of him clearing his throat
has me turning towards the doorway, and there is a
slight smile teasing his lips as he leans against the
door frame. I feel the weight of his gaze on
(01:08):
me as I sit down on the edge of the bed,
anticipation threading through my veins. The room is bathed in soft,
golden lamplight, stretching the shadows and making everything feel warmer, deeper,
and the anticipation is palpable. He just stands there, hands
(01:31):
in his pockets, his eyes roaming down every inch of
my body, setting every nerve on fire. His gaze travels slowly,
so slowly, back up to my face, that half smile growing.
As his eyes meet mine, A charge pulses through the
(01:51):
air between us. Because tonight is different. Tonight we're stepping
into something new, something unhe for us. He walks slowly
towards me, steps slow, easy, confident, and my stomach tightens
in anticipation. He reaches me, and I place a hand
(02:15):
on his stomach, feeling the hard lines of his body
under his white T shirt. I fist the cotton and
pull his top, guiding him down to me, capturing his
lips with my own. The kiss is unhurried. It's full
of slow burning heat, and a groan rumbles deep in
(02:36):
my throat. Take this off, I tell him, leaning back
on my elbows. His eyes never leave mine as he
lifts the tea over his head, exposing the rugged planes
of his chest, his body. He stands before me, his
bare chest a canvas of heat against my cool fingertips.
As I reach out to touch him. The air between
(02:59):
us is thick, charged, every moment measured, deliberate. He leans down,
his lips, grazing my jaw, his breath warm. His fingers
trace the curve of my back, lingering. His touch is
careful but wanting, exploring the dips and hollows of my
(03:23):
body with reverence and restraint. He is patient, maddeningly so,
drawing out the anticipation like a taut string, ready to snap.
My breath hitches as his fingers skim lower, teasing the
edge of my skirt. His touch is electric, sending shivers
(03:44):
across my skin. I lift my hips slightly. It's an invitation,
one that he accepts, and his fingers dip beneath the fabric,
his calloused thumb tracing circles on my inner thigh. Yes,
I breathe to his silent question, the word barely audible,
(04:05):
as his fingers entire teasing me through the thin lace
of my underwear. He can feel the wetness soaking through
my body, already ready for his touch. I have something
to show you, I say. My voice is breathy. Close
your eyes and hold your hand. A grin spreads across
(04:26):
his face as I reach for the drawer, take out
the plug and drop it into his outstretched palm. His
eyes fly open, but he doesn't say a word, just
moves his hand up and down slightly, like he's testing
the weight. His eyes darken, the metal catches the golden lamplight.
(04:48):
You know, I've been talking about this for a while.
I start to explain, but he abruptly shifts his weight
forward and cuts off my words, claiming my mouth with
his own. I feel his hard length pressing into me.
He's clearly into this idea too. The kiss deepens as
his free hand tangles in my hair, tugging just enough
(05:11):
to expose my neck to his hungry mouth. His stubble
grazes my sensitive skin as he trails hot, open mouthed
kisses down to my collar bone. His hands are everywhere,
urgent and demanding. The restraint from before dissolves as he
pushes me back onto the bed, crawling over me. I
(05:32):
gasp as his teeth graze my neck, my pulse point,
sending shivers down my spine. His thumb traces the jelled
base of the plug, and I watch his eyes dark
and further with desire. There's something primal in his graze now,
(05:53):
something unleashed that makes heat pool low in My belly
arch into him as his hand slides up my thigh,
bunching my skirt around my waist. His fingers hook into
my underwear, tugging them down with deliberate slowness. The cool
(06:13):
air hits my exposed heat, making me squirm. He reaches
for the door again, retrieving the bottle of loop. The
snap of the cap echoes in the quiet room, A
watch mesmerized as he warms the cool gel between his fingers.
My legs fall open, instinctively, inviting him closer. His eyes
(06:37):
lock with mine, seeking silent permission. Once more, I nod.
The first touch of his slick finger circling my ass
makes me gasp. He takes his time, massaging, preparing, watching
my face for every reaction. I exhale, melting into the sensation.
(07:02):
My body adjuned to every tiny shift, every featherlight press.
His patience is exquisite, each movement designed to tease rather
than take. The plug sits on the bed beside us,
a promise of what's to come. My heart hammers against
(07:22):
my ribs, a mixture of nervousness and desperate want coursing
through me. He leans down to capture my mouth again
as his finger pushes gently inside the unfamiliar sensation, making
me tense. Momentarily His kiss swallows my moan As he
(07:43):
works me open with excruciating patients. One finger becomes too, stretching, exploring,
finding places inside me I never knew existed. My back
arches of the bed, A whimper, escaping my lips as
(08:04):
pleasure blooms from this new sensation. More, I breathe, my
body writhing beneath his touch without question. His other hand
moves to my pussy and he strikes my clip gently, purposefully,
drawing agonizingly perfect circles on my most sensitive part. Already
(08:24):
I can feel my climax building low in my stomach.
More I insist again, rocking on his fingers. Desperate and needy,
He withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving me aching for fullness,
and reaches again for the loop with deliberate movements. He
coats the jeweled plug generously, the thick liquid glistening in
(08:47):
the lamp light. I feel my cheeks flush hot with
a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. But his eyes never
leave mine, holding me in place with their intensity. The
anticipation is almost unbearable as he positions the plug against me,
(09:08):
the cool metal a stark contrast to my heated skin.
Pressure builds as he pushes forward with gentle persistence. The
pressure is foreign, but not unwelcome. As he continues to push,
gentle but insistent, My body resists at first, then gradually
(09:30):
yields as I get accustomed to the feeling. My breath catches,
and I focus on my breathing, on relaxing, suspended between
discomfort and pleasure. As my body opens, my fingers curl
into the sheets, a breathless moan slipping past my lips.
(09:50):
As he soothes me, worships me with touch and murmured praise.
He doesn't rush, He savors He's free and stroking my
inner thigh, soothing, encouraging as the widest part of me stretches. Then,
with a soft gasp from my lips, my body accepts
(10:12):
it fully, the jewel base coming to rest against my
sensitive skin. The feeling is like nothing else. I'm impossibly full,
my nerves singing with new sensation. He watches my face, intently,
caging my reaction, his own breathing raged and shallow. His
(10:34):
fingers continue to stroke lazy circles around my clip, and
we lay there while I get used to the absolute fullness.
The sensation overwhelming. My hips begin to move inbting more
movement from him. He shifts his position, lowering his head
between my thighs. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but in the
(10:58):
most exquisite way. As he lowers his head to press
a kiss to my inner thigh, His breath is hot
against my most sensitive flesh, making me tremble in anticipation.
The first broad stroke of his tongue against my clip
makes my hips buck involuntarily, the movement causing the plug
(11:19):
to shift inside me. The dual sensation rips a cry
from my throat, louder than I intended. He grips my
hips firmly, holding me in place as his mouth works
against me, his tongue exploring my folds with hungry precision.
Each sweep of his tongue sands shock waves through my system,
(11:41):
amplified by the fullness behind my fingers twisted in his hair.
As every slight movement sends waves of pleasure radiating through me,
The unfamiliar fullness, combined with the pressure against sensitive nerves,
has me writhing against the sheets. His hand slides between
(12:04):
my thighs, again, fighting me slick and swollen, and I
cry out as his fingers slide inside me while the
plug fills my ass. The stretch of the plug, the
fullness of his fingers, and the relentless attention of his
tongue threatened to consume me. My body arches off the
bed as pleasure builds in impossible waves. His fingers curl
(12:29):
inside me, and I'm caught between his mouth and his hand,
completely full and at his mercy, with nowhere to go
but deeper into sensation. I feel myself clenching around his
fingers the plug, my body greedy for more. My thighs
(12:51):
begin to tremble, my breathing shallow and quick as tension
coils tighter in my core. His tongue continues to circle
my it with deliberate precision, while his fingers pump steadily
inside me. Every moment jostles the plug, sending shock waves
of pleasure racing through me. I feel myself balancing on
(13:13):
the knife edge of climax, every nerve ending alive with electricity.
His fingers curve inside me, pressing on my inner wall,
while the plug creates a delicious pressure from behind. The
combination is intoxicating, overwhelming, unlike anything I've felt before. Oh God,
(13:38):
I gasp, my head thrashing against the pillow as my
inner walls begin to pulse. My entire body titans, muscles
tensing as the first tremors of orgasms start deep within
my core. The pleasure builds like a way you, gathering fource,
starting from where the jeweled plug sits snugly inside me,
(13:58):
radiating outwards in concentric circles of heat. My toes curl,
my back arches further off the bed as the sensation intensifies,
becoming something primal and all consuming. My world narrows to
just this, his mouth, his fingers, the fullness from behind,
(14:20):
stretching me in ways I never imagined. Each tiny movement
of the plug sends ripples of pleasure racing through my body.
I'm trembling uncontrollably, now hovering at the edge something monumental.
He must sense how close I am, because he shifts slightly,
(14:41):
angling his fingers to press more firmly against my front wall,
while his mouth intensifies its rhythm against my clit. The
pressure builds with each deliberate stroke, each calculated curl of
his fingers inside me. The sensation crests suddenly, like a
dam breaking, and I shatter completely. My body convulses, and
(15:03):
I fall apart as the orgasm tears through me with
unexpected force. It starts deep where the plug fills me,
a pulsing, throbbing release that radiates outward in waves. Unlike
any climax I've experienced before, this one builds from somewhere primal,
(15:23):
somewhere deep in my core, and takes over every nerve,
every fiber of my being. My inner muscles clamp down
hard around his fingers while simultaneously gripping the plug. Each
contraction pushes the jeweled base against sensitive nerve endings, triggering
(15:43):
another pulse, another wave. I'm caught in a cycle of
release that refuses to abate. The world falls away, and
I hear myself making sounds i've never made before, half
sob half moan, as spiral into a cascade of pleasure
so intense I lose track of where I end, and
(16:06):
sensation begins. My voice breaks into raged cries as the
pleasure radiates from my core, and my fingers claw at
his shoulders, desperate for an anchor. As my consciousness narrows
to this single, perfect moment of release, the plug shifts
with each convulsion and my thighs clamp around his head
(16:29):
as stars burst behind my closed eyelids. I'm floating, drowning,
being remade over and over. His fingers slow, but don't stop,
drawing out every last tremor, every after shock that ripples
through my oversensitized body. I'm gasping for air, my chest
(16:54):
heaving as if I've run miles. My thighs tremble uncontrollably,
my breath coming enraged gasps as I ride out the
final waves, and then, with excruciating gentleness, he eases his
fingers from me, every small movement, sending another jolt through
my hypersensitive body. The plug, still seated inside me, throbs
(17:19):
with my pulse spent, panting and covered in a sheen
of sweat, I light it boneless as he slowly pulls
the plug from my trembling body. He sets it aside,
his gaze never leaving mine, then shifts us both to
our sides, wrapping me in his arms,
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