Dear Writer - [M4A]

To the Writers: This script is an idea that came to me as a performer as I have interacted with numerous writers, many who have become very special friends to me. I dedicate this script to them and the delightful creatures they are! I cherish you darlings!! <3

To the Performers: The premise of the script is that your ‘favorite’ writer is having a small bout of writer’s block. You pop in and give some friendly inspiration. I’ve written the listener as gender neutral because this script is a simple tease for the listener and not full blown out ‘pay off’ piece. You will entice and sensually tease them, while encouraging them to keep writing. Have fun with it, it's meant to be just a playful, sexy tribute!!

NOTE: Feel free to change the words/language to fit your personal style, it should read gender neutral, so I've not mentioned the writers anatomy in regards to being either male or female, but if you wish to specify then you may. Also, while this was written NSFW, feel free to end it before such if you would rather keep your contribution more SFW and sweet. <3
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[Suggested SFX] (Vocal Cues) *Emphasis*


SCRIPT:


[Soft knock, then room door opening, voice sounds as if it is feet away, not quite close yet.]

(Cheery but meek) Hey! How’s it going?

[Sound of the door shutting softly and footsteps as he walks over, talking as he does.]

(Assuring and kind) Oh no! Nothing like that! I am *completely* confident in your abilities, dear. I just wanted to check in on you since I hadn’t heard from you.

(Playful) I mean, a part of me just knew you must be caught up in a writing *frenzy*, just pecking at the keys and producing reams and reams of sexy things… (Chuckles.)

Oh? (Sounding sympathetic) So, my darling writer is having some writer’s block, huh? (Sad sounding, almost coddling) Aww… my poor, delicious intellectual.

[Sounds of footsteps as he approaches around the desk.]

Now… Let’s just see what you’ve got so far…

(Thoughtful reading) Hmm… Mmhmm, mmhmm…

Well I mean, it’s still in its earliest stages, darling, but I’m sure it is going to be incredible.

(Puffs out air) Do I really think so?!  (Sound of disbelief) I know so, pet!

Mmhmm… now you just keep tapping away and I’ll just stand over here and wait.

[Footsteps, light and almost pacing.] [Sound of keyboard typing.]

(Wait a few moments.)

(Light and excited) How’s it going? Anything good?

Well, I know you can’t have written all of it in two minutes, but it looked like you caught an idea and were taking off. (Deflated) It’s not good?  Well just let me see about that…

(Pause for a few moments as she reads.)

Hmm.

Well, no, it’s not bad… it’s just… um… (Cringing) “throbbing... cunt plug”? Is that in reference to … his dick? Or like an actual plug for a woman’s...?

(Small chuckle and then coddling) Oh no don’t get all bent out of shape, love! It can be tough to keep finding the right words without repeating yourself, or feeling like you’re retreading old ideas. I know you are trying -- I’m sure it’s going to lead to something we just can’t see it yet.

Please, keep going… Would it help if I stood here and rubbed your shoulders?

Yeah? (Excited) Good!

Oof, so tense, darling. (Playful chuckle.)

I’ll take care of that, you just keep writing.

[More moments of keyboard typing.]

(Relaxing tones)  There you go, just relax into it.

And now, out with that sexy writing…

[Keyboard.]

(Deep inhale, soft growl or husky whisper) Mmm… you smell good…

[Key pecking slows down.]

Mmhmm…. I can’t quite pinpoint the scent, but it seems… natural… (breathy) intoxicating…

(Coming back, clears throat.) I’m sorry, I got distracted. (Laughs lightly.)

You too, huh? Well… (Determined) We need to focus here; we both wanted to be more prolific this year, right? Okay… so that means more scripts. You do the writing, I’ll do the *filling*. (Naughty chuckle) Well, you know what I mean!

Okay, okay… so baaack to business… hmm… what if we look at what tags you’re working with? Or rather, *wanting* to work with.

Hmm…  oooh, (deep and alluring) you know I like *that* one. (chuckles.)

Yes you do! You know it’s practically my favorite! (Soft laugh.) Mhmm… especially when it pair it with a few of my *other* favorites.

Anyways, as much as I *love* your sexy scripted eroticas, they can’t (played up disappointment) *ALL* be for me. So let’s keep digging, unbiasedly…

(Pause for a few moments, reading over them.)  Okay, okay.

No! They aren’t bad tags -- they’re really good… I just… they seem to kind of be all over the place, darling.

Now, you’ve got animalistic… primal… (noise of delight) unnff…. So delicious! But then you also have tender and sweet. Those are just as lovely… but I’m not quite sure how you are going to get them to work together, love…

Oh? That’s where the ‘biting’ tag comes in? (Chuckle.) Just a moment… let’s just test that theory…

(Rapid movement. Satisfied grunt as he snatches the writer’s wrist.) Now now, calm down, pet… A true predator wouldn’t gently take hold; he would pounce when he saw the opportunity, wouldn’t he? Besides, I’ve only got your wrist; I’m not hurting you am I? I’m being gentle, (clever with a smile) that's where the sweet comes in. (Chuckle)  And now, (taking his time to tease writer like caught prey) if I press my nose to it… taking in your scent. Mmm… (throaty pleased noise) seeing the small pulse tick…  and now grazing your flesh with my teeth… *very* primal. (Breathless) *Animalistic*.

(Pause for a few moments) Fair enough, point proven, you clever wordsmith; I’ll return your hand.

(Playfully instructor-like) Now… back to work! (Laughs) We are never going to get anywhere if we keep getting distracted like this! You wanted to put out more scripts this year, that was one of your goals… and *that’s* why I’m here, darling! (Flirty) So don’t you keep getting me off track or we’ll not get a thing done…

(Offended, but playful gasp) *YOU’RE* the only one working here?! How dare you!

(The next few lines are toned to be playfully dramatic.)

All I came here to do is offer my favorite writer some help… and to be so *underappreciated*?

How cruel you are! You’ve truly wounded this poor performer’s soul!

(Alluring soft growl or husky) Don’t you realize how much *work* it takes to play your voracious, handsome muse?

Mmhmm… (suggestive) it’s *incredibly* hard. (Listing as if annoyed) I always have to be available, always sexy… always so *accommodating* to your whims, whatever your mood may be…

(Chuckles after a few seconds.)

(Reels it back into alluring tones) And we both know how you can get into those *moods*...

Oh, I don’t really mind them, darling; just pointing out that they can vary.

(Pause to listen) Tell you about it? … Okay, but I’m feeling rather tired all of a sudden, all this *musing* about (Chuckles) -- would you mind terribly if I had a seat?

Oh, don’t worry about a chair… I’ll just perch myself right here on your desk. That works, right?

(Cleverly) This way you can see me and your screen when you need to!

What was I saying? … oh! Your moods. (Chuckle.) I was just simply commenting on how different they can be. Sometimes they are warm and cuddly… just deeply sensual.

But sometimes you get … (as if recalling, breathless) a little insatiable, dear.  Mmhmm.

You restrain it as long as you can I know… you want to be a good, well-behaved scriptorian, (Chuckle) but you can’t deny that hunger you get at times… the *need* that you can’t shake.

(Quiet, in awe) It shows through in your writing. Uh-huh. (Laughs.) Personally? I *love* it… (Leaning close, soft or whispery) but you know that. There’s nothing wrong with going a little *wild* every now and again.

(Catching) But you are procrastinating! I came here to get you writing, so let’s get to it!

(Teasing, but supportive) Come on, I know you can do it. I know there is plenty of sexy rolling around in that head of yours.

So write… write, write, write! (chuckles.) I’ll just sit here for (sigh) inspiration.

[Keyboard pecking.]

Hmm… I like that line. That one sounds naughty. They’re going to get it, aren’t they?

(Whining, begging at the thought of sexy punishment) Please tell me they get it later? Mmm… Good.

[More typing for a few moments.]

Well, I’m sorry! I can’t really see the screen from this angle!

Here, [sounds of getting up and footsteps] I’ll come back around behind you.

There we go… oh, it makes you nervous? And how do you purpose I help you if I can’t see what you’re writing? (Confident chuckle) That’s what I thought. Besides, you don’t have any reason to be nervous, right?

Good. Now… (Exhale) Keep going. You have it now.

[Typing.]

(Pleased noise.) Mm, that’s very sexy. I think you are finding your groove with this one. Mmhmm. Oh yeah… I’m really liking this scene. (Chuckles) Doubt your talents all you want… but this is *hot stuff*, pet. Mmhmm.

I mean, it’s definitely got my attention. Yes.

[More typing, continues through.]

(Clears throat) Is it… is it getting hot in here to you? (Awkward chuckle) I know that was a cliche line -- that’s why you’re the writer here, not me!

Just keep at it while you’ve found that sweet spot, ignore me. (Chuckle.) You aren’t still feeling nervous are you? Good… I can rub your shoulders again if that helps, yeah? Okay.

(Few moments of typing and him humming as he massages/watches.)

You know I was just thinking about all the um, *situations* you’ve put me in… Well, I mean… I know they say every writer has their styles… and you *definitely* have your niche… but even so…

[Here voice is a good spot encouraged to call out certain scenarios in scripts they’ve done if they wish to hint at certain writers in particular.]

(Sensually toned) You’ve taken me places. Wonderful, maddening places… situations that will only ever be fantasy, but I’ve been able to explore them uninhibited… safely... sometimes after recording one of your scripts I will just lay there in my bed… Sweaty, completely spent… places of my body still throbbing, nerves still firing… my heart pounding, trying to calm it… (husky chuckle) it’s something else.

If I could confess something… sometimes just for fun, I flick through you master list and just read your scripts… ones I’ve performed… ones I haven’t… and I just get so turned on...  your writing…

(Words stretched with pauses) Mmhmm and it’s not long before I find myself ...

[Typing slows up some.]

(Scenting inhale, soft aroused noise) MMnnf! You smell good. Mmhmm. I’m sorry, but you do. I know I already said it… but (breathing in again) it’s absolutely … mouthwatering. (Chuckle.)

(Not really sorry, voice low and enticing)  I’m not bothering you am I, with my roaming fingers?

Good. I just couldn’t help myself. Your shoulders are lovely, but then my hand just sort of melted along those collarbones of yours… and across your chest… Oh! You should mention collarbones in your script...

Oh of course not! I wouldn’t *dream* of telling you what to write! Just a little suggestion. Something for… flavour.

(Flirty, alluring)  I mean… but come on...  see it from my perspective… sliding my hands along them…

One to the other… bridged with this lovely chest… the right amount of firm and fleshy…

(Soft growl or husky) You think so?  Coming around to my way of thinking, are you?

I was hoping I could inspire something.

(Mischievous, flirty) Much like your neck is inspiring me… The line of it is calling to my lips.
(Soft kiss.) This is okay, isn’t it? What’s a few (kiss) kisses between colleagues, right?

(Chuckle) Oh, it’s definitely unprofessional… but think of what it could do for us…

Hmm… how it would feel to run my tongue along this neck and chest? To catch a nipple in my mouth...

[Sound of a small smack.] Ah-uhh! No touching, darling! You have writing to do. (Chuckle) And you can’t very well do that when you are trying to reach back and grab whatever part of mine you find first behind you.

(More laughter) Oh, now don’t pout… I promise if you keep writing it will be rewarding for both of us.

Mmhmm… I don’t think you’ve *ever* seen what your writing can do to me first hand. It might be quite something to behold, babe.

So keep your fingers on those keys and I’ll simply do enough touching for the *both* of us. I can tell the traveling of my hands around your chest is too much of a distraction just yet, so I will bring them back to rest on your shoulders. (Chuckle.)

(Playful surprise) Oh? It’s not distracting? (Assessing pause) Okay, prove it. Write the next line and show me you aren’t losing your focus.

[Some more typing.]

Oof. That’s a *good* line. You’re feeling inspired now. (Chuckle.) Okay then… (almost a soft growl or husky) back to exploring then.

I’ll just stay out of your way, but you can just lean back against the chair and relax; does that work?

Perfect! Mmm… so what happens next?

[Typing for a few moments as he watches.]

(From here on out, pepper in reactions to sexy writing.)

Mmm. That’s nice. Uh-huh.

Oh indeed… this is the stuff that keeps me coming back, you sexy scripter, you.

Sorry my hands are getting a little overzealous, but… the things you write… mmm…

You know just *how* to press all the right erotic triggers in me.

(Almost a whisper) Makes me feel sexy… and so *hungry*.

It also makes me want to touch myself.

(Pause as he exhales shakily, clearly aroused.)  You wouldn’t mind if I did would you?

Good, (chuckle) my pants are stretched to the limit and it was starting to be a nuisance.

Just unzip here [zipper sound] and -- (moan with touch)

...release myself from my confines, and into my waiting palm. Mmm. (Whimpers.)

(Moans, growls, whimpers, and panting continues as he builds up to orgasm.)

Yeah? You want me to describe it? (Chuckles) Naughty pet.

I’m so hard… it feels good to stroke myself, while watching you *pen* out your next masterpiece.

It’s actually… it’s been a fantasy of mine for a while.

Oh yes… a *big* one.

(Chuckles and then groans) You never realized?

Well then… it’s one of the only ways in which I would say you are a fool, because the rest of the time you are one completely desirable sapiosexual *FUCK* … so naturally… I want to feel your passion… first hand.

I want to hear your heavy breathing… the pulse in your neck pick up…see your hands shake… the rise and fall of your chest as you become more excited...

Your kiss...

Are y-- are you typing everything out that I’m saying? But wh-- You…. you want to keep it?

Oh fuck… that’s so hot…

You think it’s sexy? Hearing me, baring my fantasy to you?

Say it again… Yess…

I love it… keep writing, you delicious script-slut… describe me… write what you see…

(Surprised, but pleased throaty chuckle) A ravenous, sex entity? Fuck… oh fuck… me? You think so?

Yes… I am close… I’m going to fucking cum!

You love it when I cum? Yeah? That’s why you keep writing? You love hearing me cum?!

Oh damn! Fuck, yes, I’ll cum for you… I’ll cum for your beautiful, filthy words, and the mind that makes them... I’m going to fucking cum so hard!

(Add any improv, then orgasm!)

(Catching breath, and a little embarrassed) Oh shit… Whew… (Chuckle, sounds of getting up.)

I’m afraid you were right… I’m NO help at all to you.

Looks like you *are* going to have to do all the work this time, love.

I’ll tell you what though -- you write me something sexy, and I’ll be back.

Perhaps we’ll even dig a little deeper into my fantasies about a certain sexy scrivener I know and see where it takes us.

[Footsteps, door opens.]

(Chuckles then soft growl or husky) Maybe…

*Read* you soon, babe.

[Door shuts.]