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.

just another night to kill


Posted on February 25, 2017 by Troy Marks
Residences


She laughed, mentioning I knew she had a dungeon. My eyes widened at the idea of someone having an actual dungeon in their house. Of course, with Amelia, anything is possible and I actually believe she might have one of those.

"YOU KINKY THING, YOU."

He said teasingly. He found himself wondering just what role she played in that dungeon. Was it one of those dom/submissive things and if so, who was the dominate and who was the submissive? He could honestly picture her in both roles, but he figured she probably didn't like to be submissive because that means being vulnerable and she'd already admitted that she doesn't like to show her emotions so maybe she was the all leather wearing dominate. The idea made him shift as things got more tense below. That was a sexy sight, he was sure of it. When he asked if she knew what a french tickler was, she told him to show her and he stiffened in anticipation as her thighs tightened around him. Well, he certainly wasn't going to ask her if she meant it. Her hands moving over his back were pure heaven and he groaned and closed his eyes. It was getting harder and harder not to touch her the way he wanted to and he knew he was about to have to give in.

She must know what she was doing to him, even without her vampire senses. He didn't even think about the fact that she could track his blood in a way. He just figured she could hear his heart racing or something. She slowly moved around to straddle him and he smiled up at her, his eyes still piercing and smoldering, the lust and desire all too obvious for her to see. As she settled on him, he groaned again, her body against him almost too much for him to resist. And then her lips were on his and he eased into it, gently at first and then more passionate, more demanding. His tongue pressed against her lips, asking entry so he could explore her mouth as his arms wrapped around her waist, his hands moving down her lower back. She told him she was far too clothed for what he had in mind and he smirked.

"WHO SAID IT WAS A SECRET?"

He grinned, groaning again as her hand brushed over his tight jeans. Then he lifted her up, his hands cupping her beautiful ass as he turned and laid her down on the bed, his mouth finding hers again as his hands went to her shirt to pull it up, fingers running up her stomach as he does so. He was aching to feel her body, aching for so much more. Once her shirt was off, his hands went to her jeans, unbuttoning them within seconds and slipping them slowly down her legs, his fingers guiding the material down as they caressed her thighs and calves. His mouth moved down her neck, wanting to taste her everywhere.


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