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.

magic in all kinds of places


Posted on February 26, 2018 by Taylor Dixon
Residences


Nothing and no one else mattered in those moments alone in his apartment. She was there with him and no one else. Her past lovers didn't matter. His own past lovers didn't matter. It was only the two of them that existed in his world. He would never regret taking that bottle to the arm in the burlesque fighting for her honor. He would do it again in a heartbeat and not just because he was falling madly in love with Adelaide. He did it without even knowing her because it was the right thing to do and it's who he was and is. He never could have guessed it would have led to all this but he couldn't think of a more magical way for it to happen. After the words were spoken, everything was a blur of lust and wanting but he would remember every lasting second of it if it was his last dying memory.

Her blazer fell away then the bouse shortly after, along with his own shirt. He kneaded and tortured her perfect mounds with flicks of his tongue and suckling before unclasping her bra and tossing it aside for more freedom. His mouth continued to relish attention on her breasts before he moved to lay her on the couch beneath him, wanting to be able to cherish every inch of her. Her hips were grinding on him and making the friction torturously sweet. Her hands roamed freely over his bare chest, pulling groans of pleasure from his own lips. He would never tire of the sounds leaving her own mouth and he yearned to see the face she made as she came undone around him. He reached for her pants next, first using the friction of the fabric to give her some delight at her apex before he started tugging them down her legs. She pleaded his name and he groaned again in approval, kissing his way down her stomach and hips as he pulled the pants further down her legs.

Her gaze met his with just as much fire, her words purred enough to make him push his hardened muscle against her own pelvis, hungry for the pressure. She whispered the sweet words to him and he reached up to caress her cheek before pulling her lips back to his, wanting to taste the words on her mouth. His fingers find her panties, drawing them aside so he can slide over her lower lips, groaning in approval as he slid his fingers over the slick surface. He worked at the lips before slowly drawing a finger into her. She was so tight. He groaned into her mouth as he worked his finger, thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm until he felt her growing tighter around him. Sliding a second finger in, he continued to work at her until he felt her grow ever closer to that edge. Pausing for just a second, he lowered his lips back to her breast, drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it hard even as he thrust into her once more with his fingers, gazing up to catch a glimpse of her face as she found that release.

She looked so damn sexy like that. He wanted to capture that moment and find it at any given time. Leaning up, he caught the end of her moans in his mouth, his tongue twirling with hers as his fingers gently pumped, bringing her slowly down from the release even as he continued to massage her lower lips. Only when her body stopped quaking did he slowly withdraw his fingers, smirking even as she leaned up and pushed him into a sitting position. He knew what she was about to do so he leaned in, catching her lips in another hungry kiss but there was so much more to it. He poured all his love for her into it, wanting her to feel just as heady with it as he was. When he pulled back, he gave her a glinting look of desire even as he raised his fingers that were just in her, pulling them into his mouth to suck her wetness off of them before he reached over to lightly run his fingers over her lips. Then he leaned in again, wanting her to taste the same delicious mixture of him and her. It was intoxicating.

Only then did he let her push at the hem of his pants, laughing lightly even as he squirmed to help her get him out of the pants and the boxers he was wearing. He smirked at her, his eyes glistening with lust and adoration even as he kicked the pants and boxers asie, barely able to get comfortable again on the couch before she took him in her hand and started stroking, pulling another deep groan from him as he leaned into her hand. Her mouth made his skin catch fire everywhere she touched and then her other hand roamed his stomach. He leaned his head back. "Oh God, Adelaide. So good...." He murmured. As if things couldn't get any better, the next thing he knew, she pulled his sack into her other hand and he hissed in pleasure as she kneaded and massaged them perfectly. He knew he was getting close but he wasn't about to get off like this. Not until he was inside her.

Even as she looked up at him, her strokes got more demanding and he knew exactly what to do. He pulled her lips back to his even as he gently laid her back again on the couch. Trying to be a gentleman even in the heat of things, he reached down to pull the fragile thread of the thong down her legs, his fingers raking across her lower lips again in tease as he tossed it aside and positioned himself above her. Only then did he catch her gaze, his own sobering for a moment. "I'll go slow and gentle, okay? Tell me if I hurt you." He reached over to open a condom, slipping it over himself with a slow groan before he placed himself at her entrance. Slowly and with a lot of control, he entered her, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes darkened immediately with wanting. "So tight. So perfect." He murmured in awe, stopping for a moment to let her body adjust and widen. He continued to do that inch by inch, letting her tell him before he could go further until finally he was all the way in.

He paused for a moment, making sure she was ready, his gaze finding hers in a clear question before he started to move. And God, it felt amazing. He reached down, tasting her lips again with his own as if he couldn't get enough of her as his hand reached down to tease at her lips, making his rhythm slow at first to let her get used to it before he moved up the tempo.



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