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 May 08, 2015 by Katarina Foster
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He almost seems troubled by the thought of the maid making tea on his stove, for goodness sake. His mind must be going a million miles an hour, his expression flickering from one thought to another as he continues to contemplate. We can have that. I need his full attention for what I plan on doing. Finally something seems to click and I can feel that overpowering pull of sensation as his gaze hovers over me, the wanting in his eyes only turning me on more and I can tell he's aching to touch me. He's so used to his control in the bedroom. Anywhere else, I think he would be content to jump behind me and let me take the wheel, especially when it comes to violence, but here, he's been in control from the beginning. He tells me how to move and I won't lie, I like it or I wouldn't let him. I'm used to control myself but here I'm a beginner. Here, I have no control. And so I hand it over to him, showing him that he's the only one I've let goa s far as he has. He has my trust, something few can ever say. In fact, no one can, not since Victor screwed that up years ago when I found out he was responsible for the deaths of my entire family. I know my legs are better armed at holding him down than some would think. I actually work out, UNLIKE some people (coughKohlcough), and I couldn't be in better shape if I was an android. I'm sure he's regretting showing me all the ways of pleasure now that I'm using it against him but I know he's not going to be so against it soon enough. I know he would never ask me to do what I'm doing. He doesn't want me to feel insulted, as if i'm lower or something and probably if he did ask it of me, I might think just that but this way, with me volunteering to do such for him, it feels more like a gift than an insult. I like watching him lose control and what better way than with me on top, him in my mouth? I feel his body aching beneath me and part of me would like to give him some measure of control back just to see what he does with it but at the same time, I want to see what I can do with him pinned down. I feel his body climbing and I know when I hit the right spot. I swallow, finding that the taste wasn't what I thought and it's actually enjoyable. As he lays back, utterly spent, I release him and lean up, a mischeveous smirk on my lips as I lick them temptingly. Leave it to him to bring the conversation around to his sweating pores. "Oh, you poor boy." I purr into his ear as I nibble on his ear lobe. He responds by pulling me to him, my lips melding to his without hesitation as a moan growls from my lips. I'm actually surprised he would kiss me after what I just did. I just somehow thought with his OCD he might not like the aftertaste of, well himself. He pulls me to his chest afterward and I relax against him with a sigh of contentment. I can't remember the last time that sound has dropped from my lips, at least before I met him. His fingers move like magic in my hair and it's relaxing and yet alluring at the same time. I smirk, running my index finger along his muscular chest. "Rome would not be Rome if you built it. Surely you'd find some way to name it after yourself." I look up at him with a smile, my eyes adoring despite myself. I don't think I'll ever get used to this feeling of pure bliss. Only Kohl seems to pull it out me. And yet I feel the weight of my eyelids pulling down, sleep taking me slowly and surely as I cuddle closer against his chest and let out one last sigh. |