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Wrote episodic character-driven narratives for audio erotica app &Jane, as well as managed a team of writers

THE BRIEF

Craft compelling and titillating first-person narratives that entice the listener to continue following the character’s story. Must be written with audio in mind, as script is read aloud by voice actor.

EPISODE SAMPLE

(warning: content is explicit)

DANNIE - EPISODE 1

I had everything I was supposed to want — the job, the boyfriend, the house. The job being an account exec at a digital marketing agency in Wilmington. The boyfriend being the sweetest man I had ever met, Cam. He was cute, with floppy brown hair and big brown eyes. Played soccer on the weekends in the park. Liked to go to the movies and buy a big tub of popcorn with extra butter. It was easy with him. The sex was nice. He was dependable. My parents loved him. I could go on about how great he is, to be honest, but I won’t because despite how seemingly great my life was, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly bored. Something was missing. I was sick of my life. I did the same thing, day in and day out, week in and week out, year in and year out. You get the picture. 

I knew Cam had bought a ring. My best friend Katie had tipped me off. She made sure it was the exact look I wanted. A yellow gold band with a big round solitaire diamond. Simple, chic, and classic. I didn’t like the diamond-encrusted big dazzlers I saw on my friends’ and coworkers’ fingers. Cam was ready to get married and have a few kids (he wanted 3, two boys and one girl). It sounded nice and I thought I had wanted those things too. And maybe I still do... but not right now. I craved something exciting and unpredictable. I was so tired of the monotony of my life. So I ended things with Cam. Kind of. 

I broke down one night after we shared a bottle of Malbec while watching The Office on Netflix for the hundredth time — typical weeknight fare for us. My laughing had turned into crying and Cam paused it and looked at me, bewildered and concerned. He thought I’d lost my job or maybe I was just PMSing really badly. Poor guy. He had no idea what was coming. I just word vomited everything I’d been feeling and he looked like I’d slapped him straight across the face. I could tell his feelings were hurt. He felt like he was the reason I was so bored and restless. I assured him it wasn’t him, it was me. I didn’t know what I wanted or needed anymore but that I had to change something. He held me and was understanding because he’s the best, but it just made me feel even more guilty. 

So we decided I’d take some time for myself. I’d always wanted to drive cross-country solo, and I was going to finally do it now. Cam was so supportive, it was slightly maddening. I almost wanted him to be angry, to yell and scream and resent me. But all he did was listen and support. He’s too good for me. I told him to please not wait for me, date around, have fun, figure out what he wants from life outside of me. He shrugged that off. He said he’d be here for me no matter what. 

At that moment, I was so overcome with love for him, because how could you not be that I just grabbed him and kissed him. I kissed him like it was the last time I’d ever kiss anyone. The way I kissed him when we’d started dating five years ago. And he kissed me back in a way I hadn’t felt from him in ages. He was hungry for me. I liked it. He bit my lower lip gently and squeezed my ass hard. I climbed on top of him on our old sofa and we made out furiously while dry humping like teenagers. I rocked my hips back and forth against him and he groaned. He ran his fingers down my back and grabbed my hips, pulling them against him harder. I could feel his dick under his sweatpants. It was so hard and felt so good when it would hit my clit through my leggings. I could tell I was wet, wetter than I’d been in months. I wanted him so badly. It was like an ache. An ache for him to be inside me and a part of me. I wanted to take everything I loved about Cam and keep it forever. 

He pulled off my t-shirt and started caressing my breasts. He kissed them and cupped them and began to devour them with his mouth, licking and nibbling my hard nipples. I felt a surge of electricity shoot through my body when his teeth would gently graze them. I moaned loudly, which just made him want me even more. I tore his shirt off and began unpeeling my leggings while he tugged his sweatpants off. We stood there looking at each other naked. He was beautiful. I loved every muscle on his body, every freckle, the way his dick curved slightly upwards, how his chest hair turned into the sexiest happy trail I’d ever seen. He pulled me to him and kissed me. I pushed him back onto the couch and he slid his fingers between my legs. 

His eyes glazed over in that way they did when he was super turned on. “You’re so wet,” he said excitedly. I told him I’d never wanted him so badly, and I sat on top of him and took his dick inside me. We both sighed when he entered me. It felt exciting but also comforting in the best way. He fit me perfectly, and god, it felt so good. He always managed to hit my g-spot, and I couldn’t help but groan loudly. It was too much of a crazy feeling when his dick would hit that spot, I just couldn’t be quiet. Our neighbors wouldn’t be pleased, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be loud and feel every second with Cam. We rocked back and forth and kissed each other hard. It didn’t take long for both of us to cum. He grunted and I screamed, then we sank into each other’s arms while he let himself soften inside me. We stayed like that for a while, arms wrapped around each other, just holding each other closely in silence. Who knew when we’d have this again. 

So I quit my job, which felt like a huge exhale. I sold most of my belongings and bought an old RV. I was going to drive west and head cross-country. Eventually, I’d get to LA to crash with my oldest friend Laura who was a nurse out there. Then I’d figure out my next move. Maybe I’d come back to North Carolina, maybe I wouldn’t. Once the Holiday Rambler was packed, I kissed Cam goodbye for the last time and reminded him not to wait for me. I didn’t want to have to be dependable or reliable. I wanted to take this next chapter day by day. It was liberating to not know what would happen next. 

I set off west on I-20. The sun was shining bright, and I wore my trusty pair of Ray-Ban aviators that Cam had given me for my birthday a couple years ago. I blasted my road trip playlist I’d curated on Spotify, with everything from Steve Miller Band to Lady Gaga to The Killers, anything that made me want to sing aloud or dance in my car seat. I was headed towards Augusta, Georgia, where I’d stop for my first night on the road. After a couple hours, I pulled off to the side of the road to stretch my legs and pee. I checked my phone and saw I had a text from Cam already. “Safe travels, I’ll be here if you need me xx,” it read. I responded with a kissy face emoji and got back to driving. 

When I got to Augusta, I parked at the Heritage RV Park just north of town. It was dusk, so the rows of parked RVs were bathed in golden light. It looked like something out of a 70’s film. I wanted to look the part so I changed into some faded cut off shorts and a Fleetwood Mac tee. I was craving a celebratory beer to honor my first day on the road and asked the park attendant about any nearby bars. Her name was Leanne and she wore a sleeveless gingham top and spoke with a thick southern drawl. She called me sweetie and directed me to a bar called Joe’s Underground. When I got there, I saw it was a quintessential dive bar. It smelled like light beer and potato chips and there were already a good number of people hanging out. I ordered a Stella and a plate of nachos. Damn, they were greasy but delicious. 

As I was taking a bite, this guy sat down next to me with a guitar case and smiled. “They’re good, right?” he said to me. I nodded and smiled as I ate. “I’m Dan, by the way,” he said. I finished chewing and wiped my mouth and told him I’m also Dan. He looked confused so I laughed and told him my name is Dannie with an i-e. He laughed and smiled. He was cute with floppy hair that reminded me of Cam, but he had tattoos and a beard and a twang. It was sexy. I asked him about his guitar and he told me that he’d be playing there in an hour. There was a little stage at the back of the bar that he gestured to. I hadn’t noticed it before. We chatted until he had to go on and play. I learned he was born and raised in Augusta. He was 25 but looked 35. He worked in construction and was saving up to move to Nashville to pursue music full time. 

On stage, he was even sexier. He had a husky voice as he crooned. His songs were about working hard, broken hearts, his mother— you know typical country stuff I guess. I drank another beer and sat mesmerized listening. I’d never dated a musician, but damn, I saw the appeal. It was incredibly sexy watching someone with talent do their thing. He just had a confidence on stage that was magnetic. And he actually sounded good. A few people even sang along to some of his songs. He was clearly a well-liked local musician. I couldn’t stop smiling as I watched and tapped my foot along in time to his songs. 

After his set, he ordered us a round of shots and cheersed to me and my new cross country adventure. He winked as he did it and my stomach flipped. He was so cute. I had butterflies talking to him and all I wanted to do was find out what his mouth tasted like. He looked like a good kisser. I knew I wasn’t ready to sleep with someone new but a hot makeout session with a younger musician might be just what I needed. I tossed back the shot. It was cheap whiskey and it burned my throat. I grimaced and he laughed. “You’re cute,” he said. I smiled. 

We sat at the bar and drank a few beers, talking about life. I liked listening to his stories and learning about his life and his desire to be a musician in Nashville. It felt like an escape. I didn’t have to be in my own life anymore. With this cross country adventure, I could visit different people’s lives and realities. Try on other people’s shoes, I guess you could say. Dan’s life was so far from my own. He’d worked since he was 14. His dad was an alcoholic. His mom was in remission from lung cancer. He’d been playing guitar since he was 8 because his grandfather taught him. He kept touching my bare thigh as he talked to me, and he’d squeeze it when he asked me a question. Each time it sent a thrill up my spine. After our third beer, he finally leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft and he gently slipped me his tongue. I hadn’t kissed anyone other than Cam in over five years. It felt foreign and exciting. I wanted more. We sat there at the bar kissing for a few minutes, but before it could get out of hand, he pulled away and said he could sober up and drive me home. I laughed at him saying home, because my home was now an RV, an RV parked outside of Augusta, Georgia. How did this become my life? It was exhilarating. 

He chugged some water and ordered a few tacos that he shoveled into his mouth. We were drunk and my skin felt like it was humming. I just wanted to touch him. I kept my hand on his back as he ate, playing with the pieces of hair that grazed the nape of his neck. When he finished eating, he squeezed my thigh and said “let’s get out of here.” The air outside the bar was hot and humid. He pulled me to him and kissed me before he took me by the hand and led me over to an old beat-up pick up truck. He opened the passenger’s side door for me like a real southern gentleman and I climbed in. As he drove, he kept one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on my thigh. It was cute and comforting, and I couldn’t wait to kiss him again. He sang along to the radio and winked at me when I got caught staring at him. When we pulled up to my RV, he put the truck in park and leaned over to kiss me. I kissed him back hard and we started making out. His hand slipped under my tee and black lace bralette and he started rubbing his thumb against my left nipple. It hardened and I could feel myself get wet. The kissing got sloppier and hornier. He started to unbutton my jean cutoffs. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself and told him I wasn’t going to have sex with him. He kissed me and said that’s fine. “Could I still make you feel good?” he asked. I smiled, “yeah,” I said. 

He smiled wide and kissed my neck as he continued to unzip my shorts and slide them off. I was in an old pair of cotton panties. It didn’t matter, they just came off. He kissed me as he began to stroke my clit. He was firm and knew exactly what he was doing. It felt incredible. Then he slipped another finger inside me and began to gently finger me while playing with my clit. I knew I’d cum sooner than I expected. He started to kiss my ears and suck on my earlobe before making his way down my body. Kissing along the way, all the way down to my clit. He took it in his mouth and started to suck and lick and massage it with his tongue. He was moaning softly and said I tasted delicious. As he tongued my clit, he started to finger me harder. He found my g-spot and started to rub it. I groaned as I started to convulse. I was cumming hard. He kept at it until my thighs were trembling uncontrollably and I squirted a little on his mouth. I almost whimpered after cumming so hard, and he licked me gently as my breathing returned to normal. He looked at me, grinning, and kissed me. “You’re incredible,” I told him. He laughed and kissed me again. “I like you, Dannie,” he said. Maybe I’d stay an extra night in Augusta...