Tinkerer Nadia
Running Charlie's Presidential Campaign
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2016
- Location
- Canada
I decided to make a space dedicated to writing samples from me, so partners can see what I generally go for.
Let’s start with one I did for an rp that never really took off, but thankfully was popular as an idea so I still got to play it out:
“Oh papa, don’t be such a worry wart!” Malon said softly, as she and him lifted the last container of precious Lon Lon milk into the back of the cart, her horse ready to go for the short trip to Hyrule castle town. “I can’t help it! My little girl, going on her first trip alone!” He said, the young woman smiling as she rolled her eyes. “As if you were conscious for the other ones”. She teased, her father a bit embarrassed at that. How many times has she chewed him out for falling asleep on the job? Too many to count, that was for sure. “Just promise, you won’t get in no trouble now, nor will you let some city slicker-“ “Oh, papa! I’m not a child!” She would say, rolling her eyes at him yet again. Talon, her father, just sighed. To be fair, she was more then capable to go alone, and it was her 18th year. She was an adult now, the young beauty a sight to behold. “You know, you look just like-“ She shushed him, smiling as she did. “I know, papa. Make sure you and Ingo get along while I’m gone!” She jumped up on the cart, checking to make sure she had everything she needed. Horse was secure and fed, containers secured and closed, and since her day of chores was done, she was ready to head off. She waved goodbye to ingo, who just scowled and liked sour, even if he would admit she was a good worker. “Unlike that good for nothing talon!” He would say under his breath. “I should be running this place...”
Finally ready to go, she gave her papa a kiss on the cheek, then had the horse head off to town. She had taken her own rupee wallet with her to town along with the one used for collecting profits, her papa asking her why. “I plan to do shopping!” She said with a smile. She felt bad for lying, but she could never tell him the truth.
Oh papa, it’s so I can collect money. Doing what?
Whoring my slutty, lewd body to the city folk in dirty taverns and alley ways, of course!
She tingled, biting her bottom lip. She could not wait. Her last trip had earned her at least 300 rupees, and while the milk delivery was triple that, the work was far more enjoyable. Malon laughed as she realized how awful she was, a bit self conscious about her less then lady like desire for making bank of her back. It was certainly something that would shame her family if it got out, but none would squeal. Prostitution was illegal in Hylia, but only for the buyer. She would get off Scott free, with not even a single charge.
She would keep the same oath of silence for her clients, even the married ones. What did she gain from outing herself as a cum obsessed street hooker? Nothing but the shame of her father reacting to her, likely locking her in her room and praying to the goddesses to purify her. Still, the young woman was excited. She could not wait to begin whoring, deciding to start where she always did, the guard house at the entrance of the castle town. The guard there was always so bored, and he paid a good amount for her.
Arriving in town, her first job was to take care of the milk. It needed to enter cold storage asap, and she really did not want to spoil the milk while getting spoiled with cum. Leading the horse up to the castle, the usual guards started to take the large boxes for their use, the metal containers sold to the shops in town for resale or for restaurants to use in cooking. Some of the guards blushed seeing her alone, knowing full well what she was up to, all of them having partaken at least once. “Thanks, boys~!” She said, just smiling innocently as she headed back to the town proper, finally taking care of the last container.
Phew! A day’s work was still a day’s work, the sun now half-way thigh it’s journey for the day. Midday meant that the working men would be on break, and the women busy planning dinner. Perfect.
Malon would walk around town innocently. She liked to be visible in the town square, and men would see her and know she was in town. It made it a lot easier to get herself repeat customers, and it was fun to see the wives and women get suspicious. No one had evidence she was whoring, but a few swore their husbands started drinking not Lon Lon milk after meeting her, or becoming way too interested in horses after.
Let’s start with one I did for an rp that never really took off, but thankfully was popular as an idea so I still got to play it out:
“Oh papa, don’t be such a worry wart!” Malon said softly, as she and him lifted the last container of precious Lon Lon milk into the back of the cart, her horse ready to go for the short trip to Hyrule castle town. “I can’t help it! My little girl, going on her first trip alone!” He said, the young woman smiling as she rolled her eyes. “As if you were conscious for the other ones”. She teased, her father a bit embarrassed at that. How many times has she chewed him out for falling asleep on the job? Too many to count, that was for sure. “Just promise, you won’t get in no trouble now, nor will you let some city slicker-“ “Oh, papa! I’m not a child!” She would say, rolling her eyes at him yet again. Talon, her father, just sighed. To be fair, she was more then capable to go alone, and it was her 18th year. She was an adult now, the young beauty a sight to behold. “You know, you look just like-“ She shushed him, smiling as she did. “I know, papa. Make sure you and Ingo get along while I’m gone!” She jumped up on the cart, checking to make sure she had everything she needed. Horse was secure and fed, containers secured and closed, and since her day of chores was done, she was ready to head off. She waved goodbye to ingo, who just scowled and liked sour, even if he would admit she was a good worker. “Unlike that good for nothing talon!” He would say under his breath. “I should be running this place...”
Finally ready to go, she gave her papa a kiss on the cheek, then had the horse head off to town. She had taken her own rupee wallet with her to town along with the one used for collecting profits, her papa asking her why. “I plan to do shopping!” She said with a smile. She felt bad for lying, but she could never tell him the truth.
Oh papa, it’s so I can collect money. Doing what?
Whoring my slutty, lewd body to the city folk in dirty taverns and alley ways, of course!
She tingled, biting her bottom lip. She could not wait. Her last trip had earned her at least 300 rupees, and while the milk delivery was triple that, the work was far more enjoyable. Malon laughed as she realized how awful she was, a bit self conscious about her less then lady like desire for making bank of her back. It was certainly something that would shame her family if it got out, but none would squeal. Prostitution was illegal in Hylia, but only for the buyer. She would get off Scott free, with not even a single charge.
She would keep the same oath of silence for her clients, even the married ones. What did she gain from outing herself as a cum obsessed street hooker? Nothing but the shame of her father reacting to her, likely locking her in her room and praying to the goddesses to purify her. Still, the young woman was excited. She could not wait to begin whoring, deciding to start where she always did, the guard house at the entrance of the castle town. The guard there was always so bored, and he paid a good amount for her.
Arriving in town, her first job was to take care of the milk. It needed to enter cold storage asap, and she really did not want to spoil the milk while getting spoiled with cum. Leading the horse up to the castle, the usual guards started to take the large boxes for their use, the metal containers sold to the shops in town for resale or for restaurants to use in cooking. Some of the guards blushed seeing her alone, knowing full well what she was up to, all of them having partaken at least once. “Thanks, boys~!” She said, just smiling innocently as she headed back to the town proper, finally taking care of the last container.
Phew! A day’s work was still a day’s work, the sun now half-way thigh it’s journey for the day. Midday meant that the working men would be on break, and the women busy planning dinner. Perfect.
Malon would walk around town innocently. She liked to be visible in the town square, and men would see her and know she was in town. It made it a lot easier to get herself repeat customers, and it was fun to see the wives and women get suspicious. No one had evidence she was whoring, but a few swore their husbands started drinking not Lon Lon milk after meeting her, or becoming way too interested in horses after.
