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The new keys barely make it out of the lock before they're inside, surveying empty rooms that belong entirely to them. No more landlords, no more flatmates, just possibility.

What begins as a triumphant house tour evolves into something more primal and urgent. But the celebration is cut short by a knock. It's the neighbour. And they've heard everything...

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

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CREDITS:
Producer: Stef MacFie

Writer: Alix Nicholson

Audio Producer: Tegan Sadler

Mamamia acknowledges the Traditional Owners of the Land we have recorded this podcast on, the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their Elders past and present, and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hi, Welcome to Butter by Mama Mia, the spiciest podcast
we have ever made. This is your time. Take a
big breath and enjoy yourself. The keys are heavy in

(00:24):
my hand as I walk up the three stairs leading
to the front door of my new place, our new place,
our first home. His hand slides around my waist as
he steps up behind me, and I slide the key
into the lock. The metal clinks softly, a quiet announcement
of our arrival. I take a deep breath, my fingers

(00:51):
curling around the door handle, and pushed the door open,
stepping over the threshold and into our future. The empty
house rereads up with silence. Our footsteps arechoing on the floorboards.
It's peaceful, the afternoon sun streaming through the windows, casting
long shadows on the bare floors. I scan the spacious

(01:13):
living room, taking in the high ceilings and the fireplace
that will soon crackle with cozy warmth on chilly nights.
I'm mentally placing furniture, imagining us curled up on the couch,
sipping wine and watching Netflix. When I hear the front
door click shut behind us, the weight of the house
settles into the air, thick expectant. It's empty, untouched, but

(01:40):
the space is already charged. I feel his eyes following
my every move as I slowly wander through our place.
I'll never get sick of saying that. I run my
fingers on the walls as I go, the faintest hint
of the new paint jobs still lingering in the air.
As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I turn

(02:01):
and there he is watching me, his eyes darkening with
something primal, something urgent. My pulse spikes. There's nothing stopping
us here, no paper thin walls, no upstairs neighbors, no
need to hold back. I barely have time to gasp
before he's on me, pushing me back against the staircase.

(02:25):
His mouth crashes against mine, urgent, demanding, his hands already
working at my jeans. The wood of the banister is
cool on my spine, through my singlet, a sharp contrast
to the heat rolling off his body. There's no time
for sweet words or slow seduction. The need is too sharp,

(02:46):
too consuming. My breath hitches as he nips at my
bottom lip and yanks the fabric over my hips, the
scrape of denim against my thighs making me shiver. His
fingers skim over my bare skin, rough teasing, slipping between
my legs without hesitation. His hands are rough, eager as

(03:07):
they grip my hips, pulling me flush against him. There's
no mistaking the hardness pressed against my stomach, the silent
demand for what we both need here. I whisper against
his lips, breathless. He just nods, never taking his mouth
off mine, all teeth and hunger. His fingers tangle in

(03:28):
my hair, tilting my head back as his tongue slides deep,
claiming me with each stroke. I moan into him. My
hand's already working at the bottom of his shirt, pushing
it off his shoulder. As his fingers pull the straps
of my singlet down my arms. He doesn't bother with patience.
The fabric pools around my waist in seconds, I underwear

(03:51):
the only barrier between us. His hand cuts me through
the lace, fingers teasing, pressing just enough to make me whimper.
I'm already wet from him, soaking through the sheer fabric,
and he groans his approval. I'm lost in the way
his fingers feel against my skin, rough, unrelenting, like he's

(04:13):
been waiting forever to do this. I push against him,
urgency taking over, desperate for some friction, some release, but
he deliberately takes his time, teasing me, taunting. His fingers
glide over my slick, burning skin, sending shivers down my spine,
causing me to squirm restlessly against the railing of the banister.

(04:34):
When he finally pushes a finger inside me, I gasp,
my nails digging into his shoulders. He adds another, his thumb,
circling my clip in a way that makes my whole
body tighten. His lips brush my jaw, my throat, nipping, sucking,
trailing fire down the column of my throat. I need
you to fuck me, I groan, already teetering on the

(04:58):
edge when he suddenly pulls away his fingers, leaving me empty.
I barely have time to protest before he's unzipping his genes,
freeing himself. In one swift move, he spins me around
and I'm holding the railing, his firm body pressing me
into the wooden bars, his impressive length rock hard against
my ass, his hands spread over my hips, holding me

(05:21):
in place, and then a sharp teasing nudge. I arch
against him, desperate, and he chuckles low in his throat.
I let out a frustrated whimper, pushing back against him.
Fuck me now, I whine, And that's all it takes.
With one fluid motion, he pulls my underwear to the

(05:42):
side and thrusts inside me, stretching me open, feeling me completely.
I cry out, the sound echoing in the empty house,
our house, when no one can hear me but him.
He's grown. Vibrates against my back as he steals. For
just a moment, his forehead pressed against my shoulder blades,

(06:02):
his breath ragged. His cock is thick, solid, stretching my
pussy as he buries himself to the hilt. Then he's moving,
each thrust deep and punishing. His fingers dig into my
hips hard enough to bruise, anchoring me. As he pounds
into me, the railing creaks under my grip, and he
pulls back, only to slam into me again. The world

(06:25):
narrows to this, the way he moves, the way he
feels me, the delicious burn of him claiming me right
here in the open, in our new home. Every stroke
is deep, relentless, pushing me further, making my thighs tremble.
I'm aware of every sensation, the sweat gathering at the
small of my back, the slick slide of him inside me,

(06:49):
the way my breasts sway with each thrust. I turn
my head and realize the windows are flung open. We
haven't had time to hang curtains yet. Anyone who walks
past could look in and see Babe. I rasp out
between pants. He doesn't stop, doesn't even slow his cock,
filling me even deeper as he turns his attention to

(07:10):
the exposed window and the street beyond. It's like the
idea of being seen is sparing him on. And as
his hand slides down between my legs, finding my throbbing
clit and rubbing in slow, devastating circles, I suddenly realize
I couldn't care less either. The thought of being caught

(07:32):
only heightens everything. I feel, wild, uninhibited, so fucking sexy,
standing there, white knuckled, grip on the railing, somehow wishing
someone would walk past, see him stretching and filling me.
Watch as he drives me to come on his cock.
I can only moan as I picture it, gasping as

(07:53):
he picks up the pace even more, driving into me
with a force that makes my breath stutter. The sound
of skins against skin fills the empty house, thick and
wet and perfect. My body clenches, heat, coiling tighter and tighter.
I want to come for you. I pant, my voice, husky,

(08:16):
needy in our house. The word send a thrill through
me that mingles with the pleasure building low in my belly.
This is ours, Every inch of this place is ours
to claim to mark. The banister creaks as he drives
into me, harder, faster, the sound of skin against skin

(08:36):
filling the empty rooms. My legs begin to tremble, and
I'm hanging on for support as pressure builds. Coiling tighter
and tighter, his teeth grazed my ear lobes, sending shivers
cascading down my spine. His pace quickens, becoming almost brutal.
He's still gripping one hip with his strong hand, the
other hand massaging my clip, circling with practice precision. I'm close,

(09:01):
so close, my body tensing around him. He knows, he
always knows, and his fingers work faster, his hips snapping
against mine with renewed urgency. A sharp knock on the
front door cuts through the air, but he doesn't slow,
don't stop, I beg. I don't care who he is,

(09:22):
just don't fucking stop. There's another knock, and the knowledge
someone is there shatters any restraint either of us was
holding on to. With one final thrust, I fall into
pieces around him, crying out his name as waves of
pleasure crash through me. My body tightens around him, pulsing,

(09:44):
drawing him deeper, and I hear his breathing turn ragged.
My vision blurs at the edges as my orgasm tears
through me, leaving me trembling and gasping against the banister.
His own deep rumbling groan echoes mine them, stutters, and
he's spilling into me, his cock pulsing, his grip tightening

(10:05):
as he shudders inside me, groaning my name like a prayer.
For a moment, the only sound is our ragged breathing,
and then another knock on the door. Whoever's out there
listened to the whole show. Slowly he eases out of me,
pressing a kiss to my shoulder before stepping into his jeans,

(10:29):
zipping them up and heading to the door. I fix
my own clothes just as the door creaks open, and
as I head for the doorway, I hear a woman's voice, lilting, husky. Hi,
I'm your neighbor. I just wanted to welcome you to
the neighborhood. She clearly heard everything. I lean around my

(10:54):
partner to see a pretty face, white eyes, soft lips,
full breasts. Hi, I smile, pushing the door wide open
and stepping to the side. We we don't have our
furniture yet, but do you want to come in?