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 14, 2016 by Katarina Foster
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I know indeed how powerful I feel when it comes to the more intimate nature of our relationship. While Kohl can be very tempting in his own regard, what with his experience and such, to know the way he feels about me gives me a power like no other, almost like I can read his inner most thoughts and desires. But then, pretty much anytime I'm getting naked is a desire of his, it would seem. Flaunting my body is one thing I've always been good at, even if it never meant removing this much clothing before in my line of work. I learned how much power a woman can hold over a man under Viktor's care, though of course he wasn't the one teaching me that aspect. Valentina was. She was a saucy creature, all exotic mocha skin and obsidian colored hair. Her eyes were brown, but anything but boring. They were like a whirlpool drawing you in to your death. Dangerous and seductive, she was the best at her game of hunting and she liked to target males especially. They liked to call her the Black Widow hunter for shits and giggles. She was the one to take me under her wing when it came to showing a man just what he's missing and using it to lure him to a place of comfort before staking him in the heart so to speak. She said it made her feel that much more satisfied to get him to the brink of ecstacy then stealing his life away and watching it ebb away from his eyes. A little morbid, yes, but she was the best. And I still have all that training under my belt to use as a combat method against Kohl's sexpertise, as I like to call it. While he may have used different positions and know just how to touch a woman to make her moan, I know how to bring a man pleasure without even taking our clothes off. Four months is a long time once you've gotten used to sex and all the pleasure it has to give you but at least I don't have a muscle designed strictly for the act that can fall out of shape just like every other muscle in the body. I still have my stamina and I know my little teasing dance is killing him in more ways than one. He moves the thong away easily, my thoughts too captivated by the touch of his fingers and mouth as they roam all over me. I am his for the taking and only his, whether he knows it or not. I am vulnerable only to his touch, willing only for his release. Of couse I'd never admit that out loud. As he moves me backwards to the bed, I let him pull me, wanting the release just as badly at this point. As I get used to the new sensation this angle affords me, I let him do his magic of slowly guiding himself so that I can get adjusted. Once I feel comfortable, or as comfortable as I'm going to get, I start to move and another gasp leaves my lips at the new feeling. I feel him more fully, or maybe it's just because I haven't had him in so long that it feels so totally new and even better than before, if that's even possible. I brace my hands on his thighs for support to help me move at a better pace, adjusting my body as needed until I get the best friction where I need it most. He rolls his hips and I bite down on my bottom lip, moaning in pleasure as he increases the rhythm. His teeth find my ear lobe and I inhale sharply, suddenly swinging myself around on his lap to face him without ever losing the muscle inside of me. My arms encircle his neck as I start to race with him, using the movement of his hips to boost my own momentum. I've always had strong legs from my jogging (and fighting) so I use those to my advantage now, wanting to give him just as good of an experience as I'm already having. My breathing is pretty much non-existent by this point, my body glistening with a sheen of sweat as I pour every ounce of my yearning for him into my body's movements. I find his gaze and hold it like a hawk, raising one brow even as I feel myself getting close. "Are you?" A simple question that ends in his name coming out in a scream of ecstacy as my body builds and loses itself in my climax. |
Replies
- 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