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There’s one thing about Marie that turns a Boy into a Man, and brings a grown Man to his knees:

The way she looks.
And how she talks.

(ok… so that’s two things… but to me, she can do that without saying a word… and do it repeatedly!)

And another thing, there’s some mystic flick of a switch where only Marie can split me in two to turn me into a horny—filthy actually—animal that only wants to masturbate—and only to her—incessantly and furiously without a second thought. Once, Marie had to tell me to stop and step away from the font door-window, and go in the restroom before I tossed off and sprayed the wall and wet the floor in my house. Not to mention the screen on my phone…

(At this age, I know that toilet bowls and sinks are easier to flush and clean, but she makes me not only want to, but certainly has made me, cum anywhere. And in retrospect, cleaning my cum and piss stains off the green front door and light blue walls, and off the beige tiles of the floor—and probably off my phone—would’ve been quite challenging, tedious and gross, so I’m glad I listened to her.)

And that brings me to ‘pan’. I love being called and known as ‘pan’ by Marie,
so that’s who I’ll be:

a grown man in my early-to-mid sixties,
retired from the military, quiet (usually),
kind and caring and giving, good mannered and polite
—despite what you are about to read—
and one who reads and tries to do well.

While younger than me, Marie likes the gentlemanly— (and she likes flowers and photography …and so do I).

On one of the social media sites we’re both on, I uploaded pics of flowers and noticed Marie was one of the (very) few who had liked and shared some of them with others. I checked and scrolled through her Timeline, and liked and shared some of her photography as well, and I Followed her.

I also noticed some very well done, very sexy drawings and sketches and images of herself. And I liked them too… and she Followed back.

Slowly, we got to know a bit about one another through commenting on each others pics and posts, and then through direct messaging (for some privacy):

we are both Single,
Marie is a hard-working Mom and has young children —I’m older, retired, and I don’t,
we live thousands of miles away from each other (her sunrises are my sunsets),
we’re both horny,
she’s naturally charming
—and she knows it—
and she loves! to tease.

We’ve never met… yet, that’s what makes me more interested and fascinated, and drawn to her side! She’s very addictive.

Not a bad or debilitating addiction…no, it’s quite the opposite: her looks and enthusiasm and her natural, strong sex appeal mixed with her easygoing personality is very entertaining, enjoyable, and energizing for me. I absolutely love everything she is, she says, and she does. I like going to sleep thinking about her and I love waking up and seeing her messages, social media posts, and enjoy all my thoughts—my imaginative and the real ones—about her.

Marie uses a privacy-focused, end-to-end encrypted messaging app for text messages, pictures, videos, and audio and/or video calls with others, and one day asked me to join as well… and now this takes me back to that ‘mystic flick of a switch’ I mentioned above.

Sweetly, I’m mostly ‘pan’ for Marie …but I also like seeing my imaginative and Darker side(s) with her. And Marie helps me with that—reasonably—well! (she’ll let me know when things get unreasonable and uncomfortable for her in her room...)

Not long after our casual chitchat on the app, some light suggestive-teasings and texting started, and Marie shared a picture of herself showing her sexy, sweet lips and (some) soft and creamy cleavage. It was very hot! …and later I went in the bathroom and jerked off looking at it on my phone, and messaged her about what I did—and what else I was imagining about her while I did it—and thanked her. She liked it…

That happened in early July (of this year) and has led to more texting, much more teasing and sexting, and more and more pics and dick-pics, videos, audio calls, and incredibly hot video calls that make me hard and piss and cum (when she has some time free from a busy day as a single-parent: her work, her housework, and her loving children). Understandably, and luckily for me, my overactive imaginations and memories always know how to make the best of times from busy and distant timezone differences.

Distance makes the cock grow harder. And that’s another thing about Marie: my not knowing if I’ll ever get to meet her. To see her city. To smell her, touch her. To fuck her and kiss her, and for her to get to fuck and kiss me back. And to fall in love and spend this life together…

But I can sense Marie, naturally: a sense of the natural smells of her sweet warm breath, sense of her sweaty feet and from within her arm-pits, her damp and sweaty underwear, how her boobs and bush and pussy smell under that bra and panty. I can sense her tongue on the tip of my dick when she sticks it out to tease me. When she moves her face close to the camera on her phone when we VC, I wish I could be inside her. When she shows and rubs her thick nipples or squeezes her tits for the camera, I can sense the smell coming off them. I can sense the smell from her pussy as her fingers play inside her, and when she pulls them out and puts them in front of her camera.

Whatever Marie does with me during VC, I love how she makes me feel. Her smile makes me smile and, whenever she speaks, her voice is so sweet. (It hurts to see or hear she’s sad if she’s been having a bad day at work and is tired after getting home and now has to manage pretty much everything on her own.) Her happiness and sadness affects me equally enough to make me wish I could reach in through the screen of my phone to be there with her and hold her and… do something.

There’s always ‘something’ about Marie that makes me lust her and love her equally: whether we’re off, and when we’re on VC.

I like to imagine what it would be like to one day meet Marie as an older pan …this is what I’ve imagined it could be…