Epithumia
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MatureOngoing13m
Last published Tue, Feb 13, 2024
ep-ee-thoo-mee'-ah
Noun Feminine
desire, craving, longing, desire for what is forbidden, lust
"So how was this guy, satisfied yet?" Frank raised a brow at his friend while he began to light his cigarette with his black lighter. Though she was younger, she's done more than he ever has.
June rolled her eyes and scoffed. She took a cigarette out of the beaten Marlboro red packet in the cup holder, snatched the lighter from his lap and lit it. She knew all too well that he'd ask this question every time he came to pick her up.
"Satisfied? Satisfaction is settling, being contempt with what you're given." She took a drag and puffed out a cloud of smoke, blowing circles into the air. "I don't want to be complacent, I want to be thrilled, surprised by something that I have found."
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