B texted me yesterday, asked how I was doing, and how the film was going. We politely chatted back and forth for a few texts, but I soon lost patience with the idle chit chat and decided to cut to the chase
"So how's that sexy body of yours?"
B: "Still sexy!"
Me: I think I'll have to be the judge of that by stripping off all your clothes and taking a proper look myself."
B: "May have to pop round for a good old workout some time soon..."
Me: "I am off til Tuesday: that gives you the next three days to get my wet lips and tongue around that big cock of yours. Sound good?"
B: "Very good."
Me: "Good. You know my number. Just don't call me when you're drunk: I want you to feel everything I am going to do to you."
And I haven't heard from him since. I am beginning to think B really is a crap fuck-buddy - he gets offered regular blow jobs, no-strings attached sex (not to mention an MMF threesome with his mate) from me and he doesn't bother to respond. Other lovers I have had love my directness, and will jump in a train/car/cab to see me. Not B. Yawn. If it wasn't for the fact that he has such a beautiful cock (that I endlessly fantasise about), I would have ended this situation a long time ago...