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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.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

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'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

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.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

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Posted on February 02, 2017 by Katarina Foster
Residences


Kohl would never guess that most of her confidence is a shield, put up to make it seem like he's not always ten steps ahead of her. Or at least that's what she thought sometimes. In fighting and gun play, sure, Kat could best him for sure. But romance and physical intimacy? Kohl seemed to excel in it and she always felt like an amateur. She still recalled how nervous she was the first time he saw her naked. She felt so vulnerable in that moment, stripped of her pride and her weapons that she clings to. She didn't feel violated, but she hated not having a shield to bring up like she could in everything else. Only Kohl was allowed to see that side of her. He had showed her so many new things since they got together. He had given her back her confidence in the bedroom, if only because though he was very confident in his magnificent skills, he was just as eager to let her take the reins and just go with it.

She clung to everything she could with him with a desperation that almost scared her because she feared somewhere deep down that if she wasn't every bit the woman he deserved, then he would chuck her out with the trash and go find someone else. Though she would never admit it, Kat felt inferior to the other women he had been with. She didn't feel good enough. They probably knew exactly what to do behind closed doors, how to get a man's blood boiling, whereas she still felt like she was flopping about like a dying fish. She doubted her abilites only in this and yet he could make her feel alive again. She lived for these stolen moments with him. Her back arched against him, aching for him with every fiber in her being. She could feel his arousal and it only made her want him that much more. She wanted to please him the same way that he could always please her. She wanted to bring him to life with her.

His lips on her neck were pure ecstacy, her breath already coming in short gasps. She felt like a dog, panting for more attention. He seemed to like her comment about dirty talk, chuckling against me as he said that he would work on it. A smile tugged at her lips as she leaned her head back against him.

"SEE THAT YOU DO."

She said in a teasing voice. His lips and fingers continued to torment her with pleasure, her teeth kneading into her bottom lip as gasps and moans escaped her unbidden. It was like her body was already in climax even though she only felt that familiar ache so much more and knew that he would have to quench it sooner rather than later. He was working her up in all the right ways and she felt helpless to defend herself or to return the favor. She hated this. She wanted him, NOW. Her body fought itself as his fingers worked their magic. It wanted to relax beneath his skill but at the same time, she couldn't dream of relaxing when she was begging for release. Couldn't he see the turmoil he was putting her in? He was probably enjoying himself doing it, too. She would have to retaliate in some way later on. She would find a way.

A whimper left my lips as his lips found the tender flesh of her neck, her body overwhelmed by sensation as his fingers moved to the most sensitive area between her thighs. Oh, how it ached for his touch. And then, he stopped. Just like that, his touch was gone and her body was left trembling with unsatisfied need. Her jaws tightened, her teeth clenched as another whimper left her but then she felt his hands on her hips and she was all too eager this time to follow his direction. Usually she hated being told what to do but in this state, she would have practically done anything for the hope of that sweet release. She turned and followed his softly guiding hands into his lap, her lips parting in a wide O as he entered her. This must be what heaven feels like.

His lips melded to hers and though her kisses were soft and gracious at first, like she was thanking him, they soon became hungry and urgent. His hands started to ask for movement and so she gave him what she knew they both wanted. She started to move and oh god, it felt like wave upon wave of pleasure was meeting in a whirlpool of heavenly bliss. At first she had to experiment, so she went slow and focused on his breathing and how far she could move for both their sakes. She listened for catches in his breath, wanting to know exactly how to move to get him worked up, how to get him pushed closer to that edge because she knew it wouldn't take long for her. But once she got the hang of it, she upped the rhythm and started to grind and bounce, changing up the movements to get a rise out of him. She wanted him pushed to that same point of frustration that he had put her on. Their lips never released. She couldn't get enough of kissing him.

Their tongues lashed together like dragons fighting for gold. Her chest pressed against him, her back arching to give her a better angle for him as she moaned into his mouth. When he bit her lip, she let out another groan and grasped his own upper lip in her mouth, sucking on it as she gasped, her movements mounting as her body clinged to the very edge.


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