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.

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Posted on January 14, 2017 by Katarina Foster
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The look he gives me is enough to assure me that he hasn't lost any of his ego at least in the aftermath of the whole love thing. It's nice to know that I didn't crush his overall spirit because that would really suck. He sighs and leans back in the tub and I turn a little to watch him look at his hands. He tells me that he's never been told that before and that he tells himself, drawing a laugh from my lips. "Well you obviously slept with some pretty selfish girls not have told you of your many gifts." I wink playfully. We both know I'm not one to stroke his ego on purpose.

He undresses me like the pro he is, taking his time and making me squirm far more than should be fair. And then there's the atrocity that he won't even let me return the favor by undressing him. This time he avoids my touch, taking his own clothes off and I can't help but wonder if in the back of his mind, this is him punishing me for not saying it back. Will this forever haunt our relationship until I find my courage and say it?

His trick works this time, my curiosity always seeming to get the better of me so it's no surprise that he's able to scoop me up and get in the tub. I smile, enjoying the fact that at least right now, he can't keep me from touching him as my arms wrap around his neck, fingers trailing lightly across the back of his neck as he sets me down gently and crawls in behind me. He tells me not to move and I find that almost impossible all of a sudden. I probably wouldn't have even thought about it if he didn't make it such a forbidden thing so I can't help but give him a look. Suddenly he shifts behind me though and I feel that hardness tingling against my lower back. I smirk despite myself, always enjoying the way I can make him feel without even trying.

He leans forward, his whisper of friction making my brow rise. "I love it when you talk dirty to me." I whisper back teasingly. His fingers knead in my back and I groan with pleasure, leaning my head back against him and closing my eyes to further enjoy the experience. He seems to know all the right places to put pressure and which areas are more sore so he's more gentle. It's ecstacy. Soon I feel his tongue where his fingers once were and now it's treading that line of impossible not to move against him. A long slow moan leaves my lips, my skin entirely too sensitive to everything now.

His lips find my shoulder and I move my head away to give him more access, my skin tingling as his fingers caress my thighs. I gasp, my thighs opening as they always do for him. I'm already aching for him and he hasn't even touched me there yet. His teeth find my skin and my whole body tightens in pleasure, fully overwhelmed by everything, especially when his fingers dip into that tender area between my legs. My moan comes out strangled and breathless as he starts to caress me there, my hands squeezing the sides of the tub for lack of anything better to do. I couldn't scold him now if I wanted to, my breath completely stolen from me in these moments.

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