The Truth of the Lie
I lay in crook of his arm, inhaling deeply of his masculine scent. This was my favorite time, afterglow, that brief period between orgasm and reality. Everything is believable in that minute expanse of time. Every lie masks itself as the truth and the truth hides amongst words whispered in the heat of passion. I reveled in his scent, the smooth warmth of his skin, the softness of his hair, and the gentle rise and fall of his breath. At one time, not so long ago, we had been the best of...