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.
sometimes i fear that i might disappear
Posted on October 03, 2019 by amelia marek
It did not matter if there was no other option for vampire birth control. It did not matter that the only guaranteed way to prevent a pregnancy was wear a condom. It only mattered just how much she wanted him, needed him, on more than just a primal level. She missed feeling skin on skin. She missed being able to feel the natural friction between two bodies. Even though the condom was so thin, hardly a barricade at all, she could feel the difference it made and so could he.
At his words, she nodded her head, wishing she could look him in the eye so he might know just how truthful she was being. "I have never been more sure..." Her voice was breathless as she leaned towards him, wanting to feel her body against his. "For now...just pull out." While she loved Tenley and she would love to have another child with Troy, she was not quite ready. Tenley was still young (even if she did not appear as such) and they were trying to plan a wedding. Perhaps in the future they would once again welcome a baby into their family, but not today. Today was only about pleasure.
She heard the clasp of his pants being undone, the zipper pulled down, the fall of the fabric as it brushed over his legs on the way to the floor. She could hear him preparing for her and it only made her want him more. Legs were uncuffed quickly and he finally lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his hips, groaning as he swiftly entered her. She groaned as he spoke, knowing full well that it felt like heaven. She had missed the skin on skin and she knew that her resolve would not last.
As the blindfold was removed from her eyes, she smiled down at him as she leaned to press her lips against his own. And as she pulled back, she could not contain the grin as she spoke, professing his love for her. "I have waited a lifetime to love someone as I love you. You are my everything, Troy..." She welcomed his tender kiss, allowing it to linger longer than necessary. It was sweet, loving, not fierce or bruising.
As he undid her handcuffs, she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding her body close to his. Lips continued to linger on his own, her hips slowly beginning to rotate as a silent reminder of just what she wanted, no she needed. She wanted to climax with him, to enjoy that sweet ecstasy. "Come on Troy...take me to the finish line.."
Replies
- i'm not a lucky man - By Troy Marks on November 06, 2019 at 8:53 PM
- in the blur of fast-forward i falter again - By amelia marek on November 28, 2019 at 11:38 AM