I got an email the other day, from an old contact who is now across the water in San Francisco.  I met him when he came to work in the UK, and then he swiftly retreated to SF because working in the US was decidedly preferable for him – no contest really: cold, miserable England or warm, sunny California – not a difficult one really.

But, in the short time he was here, he met me.  Unfortunately for him, he made his intentions known after he’d gone back, silly man….

That was last January.  And he spent the next few months teasing me by text, telling me all of the things he was going to do to me in August, when he was due to visit his parents (who still live in the UK).

He’s married with 2 children – from what I can gather, she wanted to go back to the US, but his family are here, and it made it difficult for them – but they’re all back there now, and most likely enjoying the warmth and good life that California offers….. Obviously, he still has a need for an extra-marital fling, by text/email/whatever, he certainly never came true on his promise of coming to see me last August.  Pity really, as he did a LOT of groundwork!

He was also supposed to come over at Christmas, and meet me for a coffee – by this point, I was very much back to him being an acquaintance, rather than any sort of sex interest: in my mind, he’d used up all his lives in that respect….

Also a shame, because at one point he even sent me a picture of his cock!  He’s the only man, so far, who’s done this.  Although, from what I surmised, he had taken a lot of coke at that point, as that was the finale to a morning (for me), an evening (for him) – there’s obviously an 8 hour time difference – of utter filth where he told me exactly, in no uncertain terms, what he wanted to do to me when he got hold of me in August….it all sounded very good to me, so, as I say, a real shame it never came off!

And that’s kind of where we were up to, until a couple of days ago: intermittent emails and the occasional text message, to which I responded, as a friend, but he, invariably, didn’t, which fuelled the fire of me thinking that if he couldn’t be arsed, then neither could I.

He’d emailed me about someone at work, to find out what had happened to them, I emailed back, and the next thing I knew, he’d left me a voicemail, asking me to call him when I was free.  Which I did, and we had a good ‘catch up’ conversation, during which, among other things, I mentioned I was getting a new car and we joked about me giving him a lift if he ever bothered to turn up when he said he would, or answer texts/emails, etc.

Put the phone down and a minute later, a text:

‘my willy is hard’….

‘so it should be – you should keep in touch more often’

‘you should have touched it that time you were bending over in that little office….’

‘You should have told me what you were thinking then I might have had a feel’

‘should have had you in that office’

‘shoulda, woulda, coulda….Must try harder Mr D – you need to put words into action’

‘you should have put your mouth into action’

‘touche – given the opportunity I would have’

‘ooh now I can’t get out of my chair’

‘Well just imagine if I was between your legs….undoing your zip….’

‘having a feast on my mansnake (seriously….) – watch his eye he sometimes spits (so corny)……does your camera work?’

‘good job my months’s open…..and yes my camera works, but I’m taking my mouth, tongue and everything else to bed now, gotta be up early – does your camera work?’

‘it does.  Lets resume this after the weekend so my mrs doesn’t see my swollen penis with suck here written on it.  Off for a quick wank now.  I’ll be thinking of you at work tomorrow.  Shame I’m not there to pass the time’

‘it is a shame, but think about my nice warm tongue sucking you off….TBC….’

As I say, ‘to be continued….’