“You know I’m shit-talking, right?” “Yes” <–what he doesn’t know is that I’m just as perverse as he is

I am a little bitch, for those of you who don’t know it yet.
Let me elaborate.
Of course I mean “a little bitch” in the fun way.  Fun for me anyway.  Because I’m being a little tease.  It’s great fun.  From some unknown idea, this guy on messenger, who I was friends with on MySpace for a while, but don’t think I am anymore, got the idea that I would just LOVE to have sex with him and give him head whenever he feels the desire.
Now, it certainly wasn’t me who put that idea in his head, seeing as that is SO not the kind of person I am.  So, he’s going on about how he’s horny, and wants a girl to give him head, while I’m sitting here, reading things online that are rather interesting.  Anyway, I’m being the best that I can – meaning I’m doing a wonderful job at making him rather angry and frustrated.  It’s great fun, actually.  It’s rather entertaining.  Me, getting to be a sarcastic retardedly mean person, and him just getting frustrated and annoyed.
Yet he keeps coming back.
It’s great fun.

And no, all guys that talk to me don’t get this treatment.
Only the ones who ask me to be their live-in cum-swallower (in joking or not).