Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!
What You'll Find Here
Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale
Anacosta Heights
Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.
Dupont Circle
Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.
Hawethorn Village
Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.
River Dale
River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.
sharp objects make me giddy
Posted on September 03, 2016 by Katarina Foster
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Oh, I'm sure his mind is just doing somersaults and cartwheels at the thought of overtime in the sheets. I know his dirty mind well enough to predict that at least. I feel his body tensing with every touch and it's only proving to push me a little closer to the edge as my body aches for release. The more clothing he separates from between us, the warmer I feel and I know it'll only increase as his body gets that much closer. His hands need no guidence over my body; he knows it as well as any map by now, even after the absence. I know that he may not be the morning person that likes to get up and jog with me but the well chiseled abs and strong legs and arms aren't going to keep themselves that way. I know he appreciates the results, even if he doesn't want to partake in the making of. We always seem to enjoy this battle for control as we flip around the bed. It's always been like a pastime to us, just seeing who can score more points on the pleasure scale and I was born with every bit of a competitive core to keep up with him. I let him take his turn briefly, delighting the expertise with which he moves his fingers and lips around my skin. But all good things must come to an end and so with that, I use my legs to counter, pushing him back against the mattress so I can slip away and start giving him a taste of his own medicine, a little strip tease, if you will. I know the moment he gets pushed away that he's going to do something to win his control back. I can tell by that little gleam in his eyes, but that dies away, replaced with a trance-like gaze as I start to shimmy and undress right before his eyes. I can see his hands tightening in the bed sheets as he watches and it's obvious just how much I'm doing for him right now without even touching him. As I slip my jeans off, he whispers and it's all I can do to keep a straight face, just nodding my head at him as I whisper back victoriously. "Don't worry, baby. I'm all yours." Once I'm down to my thong, I know he'll but quivering where he sits, too impatient to wait much longer. His hand moves through his hair and I can picture it doing that elsewhere, prying a slow moan from my own lips while I never lost eyesight with him. Before I know it, he's moving off the bed and I know all too soon he's going to be touching me just like I want him to. He moves to me in one stride and pulls me back against him. I quiver with anticipation the moment I feel him against the back of my hips and instinct drives me to squirm a little to cause some friction. I giggle softly as he sets to let him do the rest so I release my hands from my thong, bringing my fingers up to tease lightly along the sides and front of his hips. As his lips touch my neck, I groan and tilt my head to give him more access, all too caught up in the feel of his hands moving down my body to the thong and releasing it from my body ever so slowly. He pulls me back against him again and I gasp at the feeling of him back there, knowing that I'm more than ready as his hand goes down to tease me at my entrance. I groan and arch my hips against his touch, aching for more as I continue to squirm my backside against his front. Before long, I can feel the fabric drop away from behind me and the warmth of his naked form against me draws another moan from my lips. He pulls me with him to the bed and I go willingly, not wanting to fight him for this part because I know it's the release we both desire. I feel the cold of him moving away briefly to sit on the edge of the bed and I squirm in frustration, wanting him back against me but as he pulls me down on him, I feel him inside me and I gasp at the sensation, taking a moment to get adjusted before I slowly settle down further as he pushes his hips upward. I moan again, overwhelmed by his lips and touch and everything else, shimmying my own hips on top of him to get him situated within me before I go with my instinct, rocking a little to find his niche before I start to add little bounces and more rocking, anything to bring us both the pleasure we desire. My response comes out as a purring moan. "I believe I'm still on top, darling." |
Replies
- because i like the way you move - By Kohl on September 11, 2016 at 1:02 AM
- sharp objects make me giddy - By Katarina Foster on September 14, 2016 at 7:55 AM
- burn it to the ground - By Kohl on October 10, 2016 at 12:31 AM
- sharp objects make me giddy - By Katarina Foster on October 10, 2016 at 4:10 PM