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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.
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 January 08, 2015 by Katarina Foster
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I am so attuned to his every breath, every twitch taht my own body responds accordingly. I am so inexperienced when it comes to things like this that I let my instincts guide me and so far, they seem to be paying off. He moans and moves against me, tormenting my body with his touch while I grow even more restless, looking for that button that's going to send us both reeling off the edge. As I turn in his grasp, my hips rotating into his generous hands which tease and torture me so perfectly down there, I know that I want him to feel what I'm feeling on every level. My hands tug at his shirt and he cooperates, letting my hands graze down his toned chest, mesmerizing myself with every curve. As I reach for his pants, I'm sure he might have stopped me if he'd known but alas, I am fast work at dispensing of this particular obstacle, leaving him just as vulnerable as I am against the wall of a public car wash. His eyes find mine and so many emotions flood me that it's overwhelming. I know I won't be able to speak, let alone find a clear thought to make sense so instead I let my body do the talking, bring his lips crashing on mine with a hunger I've never felt before. His hands are moving back up my body, sending my breath out in gasps as I lean into his kiss, my hands making their way south. He pulls back, saying my name as if warn me but I steal his words away with another kiss as my hands find their target. It feels so foreign in my hands, so warm and muscular and yet I find myself wanting to touch it, wanting to taste it if only because I know what it will do to him. I match my movements to his breathing, catching onto subtle changes here and there and the way he moves against me as my hands work. When his eyes meet mine, I know that he's feeling the same way, my gaze plunging into his with a connection I've never felt before with anyone. It feels good to be wanted, needed, the same way I need him but more than that, the word that eludes me because I've never felt it before is so obvious in his blue gold eyes that it renders me helpless. I feel both the weakest and the strongest I've ever felt in his eyes. When he says that he knows, that's all it takes and my body heats up to a thousand degrees, threatening to burn both of us up with its ferocity. My chest tightens as I brush my breasts against him, amping my own sensations up as my hands continue to pump him closer to the edge. He tilts my chin up and I move willingly this time, my lips melting into his, matching his tenderness before he steps back a little and I breathe out in disappointment, my eyes going to him in puzzlement. His hands suddenly grasp my hips and as he lifts me up, I feel more helpless, listening to his instructions as I wrap my legs around his waist. My arms fold easily around the nape of his neck as he presses me back against the wall. I don't even feel my shoulder anymore. It could be the andrenaline rushing through my system or it could be healing like it's supposed to. Either way, I don't care. As his lips find mine again, I am swallowed whole into his world, my body moving against him, unsure of where to be until I feel him enter me at an alarming rate. My body tenses automatically at the invasion though the more I think about it, the less invasive it feels. It's not altogether unpleasant. I feel full if anything, like a completeness I've never felt before. He stops for a moment, as if allowing me to adjust and I can feel my body loosening, adapting to this new change until I just feel restless again, aching for something, anything. And then he starts moving and the puzzle pieces fit together. This is what I needed. I throw myself into our kisses, nipping and suckling at his tongue and lips as I get swept away by his rhythm. His words are not lost on me as I move my hips against him, trying to accomodate more of him for both of our pleasure. I feel like I won't be satisfied until I'm as close to him as I can get. When I feel him reaching that brink, I know that I'm not far behind, my body rising into a crescendo of pleasure that I'm sure will come crashing down at any moment. When he gives a thrust that hits the spot, I scream his name as that moment comes, my body tightening around him as I gasp for breath. The aftermath is an exhaustion I haven't felt in a long time, my legs almost like jello around him as I breathe into his neck and taste it one more time with a tender kiss. Only now that the fog is slowly lifting do I look around and note that yes, we are outside at a car wash. Oh, shit. I just screamed. That must be why my throat feels raw. And we're both pretty much naked...what have I done? |
Replies
- if i could find a way to see this straight - By Kohl on January 13, 2015 at 2:59 PM
- sharp objects make me giddy - By Katarina Foster on January 31, 2015 at 9:05 PM
- it only took a minute or two - By Kohl on February 06, 2015 at 2:43 AM
- sharp objects make me giddy - By Katarina Foster on March 12, 2015 at 8:52 AM