• Edit

    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

    What's You'll Find Here

  • Edit

    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
    0 employees

    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

  • Edit

    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

  • Edit

    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

  • Edit

    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

i want to lift you into the light that you deserve108.93.10.156Posted On November 26, 2017 at 5:50 PM by isolt griffin

isolt griffin

I'm more alive than I've ever been


Whether it is more pleasure or punishment she seeks from him on this night is uncertain, the weighted trays presumably level at this point as the immeasurable silkiness of her mouth works its tantric magic on her lover's body. The growl of her name upon his lips and the caress of his fingertips as they slide so easily within her mess of auburn curls act as her reward, affirmation that her control over him is absolute. She could bring him to his knees, she was certain, if the desire to do so were to move her, for in his bed Isolt had blossomed into a casanova of sorts. She had come to display a level of sexual prowess that had been unexplored and hardly considered during her mortal life... and of this she would remind him tonight. Tonight he would be reminded, repeatedly, of what it was that he had left behind. What it was she was capable of doing to him and for him.

Her command is issued plainly, and to Isolt's tremendous glee does her lover comply in as swift and sleek a manner as she had anticipated, her body landing gently upon the coolness of her duvet in one fleeting moment. A soft gasp whispers from the flame-crowned woman's parted lips as Damon folds the sweater she wears up above her eyes, shielding the lascivious glances she had heretowith been tormenting him with. Moments later, though, she is met with the coolness of the room as her garments are removed one after the other, the erotic caresses of his hands and mouth a nearly crippling thing for the time it had been since last he had laid his hands on her. Isolt arches her body skywards, pressing the decadent flesh of her breasts into the cups of his palms as if to entice him still further. But as his lips descend, threatening to lay their caresses to the nucleus of her body's carnal heat, Isolt bursts into action to reclaim her control over the evening's activities. To restablish that it is she who will decide the timing and trajectory by which they would find their nirvana.

The thud of the discarded sweater as it lands in a haphazard heap upon the floor comes after she has already flipped her partner, hovering atop him, her hands binding his wrists above his head. The sumptuous, exposed curves of her body hover in agonizingly close proximity to his bare flesh, taut coils of muscle rippling just beneath the pallor of her skin. "Not tonight, it isn't. I have been patient long enough," she hisses into his ear, tongue and teeth nibbling coyly upon the plushness of his earlobe as Isolt repositions her legs so that she may straddle him. A single hand abandons its duty to restrain him, presuming that he would not dare lay his hands upon her until given pass to do so, descending to coil about his tumescent flesh. Isolt positions herself over him, leaning once more to brush her lips against his ear to ask of him one final query as her body dips to meet his, a ragged gasp wracking her body as he fills her.

"Did you miss me?"



Replies

Post A Reply