Do all lovers lie?
Is there a moment in the heat of your embrace when your mind slithers away to someone else? Is there something gossamer and elusive revived through a touch, a smell, a word – to remind you of that other special lover, whom you can’t quite shake from the deepest part of your sexual memory?
Does that help your journey to ecstacy? Does the vision, the memory of another make you hotter, wetter, wilder? Do you close your eyes tight and pretend you are with them again?
Do you tell your current lover?