Things come and go, sunrise to sunset, cum rises and flows and the body is wet, wonderfully wet with cum.  Things come and go.

For a few weeks, a fan and I shared a lot, full intimacy, from afar.  It was very open.  They were planning to leave their country, and I offered them safe haven - we connected very well and talked of becoming lovers.  They then hinted that 'dreams were slipping away', and it has been silence since then, three weeks of disappearance.  I send good vibrations their way - their account remains open, but I suspect they are unable to access it.  Things come and go, and the sun does not care.  People care, or not.

And then yesterday another man, for whom I have felt and still feel strongly, he reappeared after a lull, mainly because I sent him my new email address.  He inspired the -motfn- series.  That connection will never be more than 'distance learning' about each other, support each other, be a listener for the other, without judgement or criticism or advice - those three deadly sins.  So a door reopens, and the sun sets.

Now I am sharing stuff with a man with whom I feel already very open, the way some people (a few) recognise something they need in another, and this time it is reciprocal - we both live in the same country, which is a promising start, and access to each other is not a problem, though connecting, as always, will require effort.  But without effort, nothing happens, and the sun rises and the sun sets.

Every day is a new day.  A new possibility, another disappearance and reappearance.  And the cock hardens and cums and the cock returns to the relaxed state, but the force of life insists that the cock rises again, cums again in the loved one, and rests.  Breathe in and breathe out.  Relax.  It will all happen in its moment, and there is no hurry.  Does the sun hurry? 

Be well, dear reader, and stay safe.  Amongst the fires and floods and wars and the pockets of peace, men make love, and women make love, as the cum rises and the sun sets.