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CALL OF THE DAY: the Titty-Fuck Rosary

It’s been about three months, but I finally heard from Titty-Fuck Rosary again. He has occasional long gaps in his call patterns with me, and I don’t know whether it’s because I sometimes have gaps in my availability, or because he goes on a bit of a bender and then gets the credit card bill and has to retrench a little. I think both are probably true.

I do know that he asks for me first, and then if I’m not around he will try other girls out. I know this because he gets a little irritated if he’s trying to reach me and I’m not on at all for long stretches of time. I remember one conversation, when it was for sure an issue of me being away for performance-related reasons. “Where have you been?!” he practically shouted. “I spent $200 on phone sex with these weak-ass bitches who make me run over time, they don’t know how to get me off.” He conveniently forgets that he regularly runs over time with me and has to re-up for another call; in fact, that happened during that particular call, 20 minutes and then another 20.

I can only assume that he likes my voice, because in terms of content, a mynah bird could do his call. He was the first caller I had where I actually got bored. It was repetitive to the point of tears. I don’t think I’d be interested in 20 minutes of titty-fucking IN REAL LIFE; to have to describe it for 20 minutes is just mind-numbing (thank God there’s always a bit of blow-job before and during).

It’s not just the titty-fucking that’s repetitive. He wants to hear all about the skin color, a litany of titty-fucking that involves his big black cock buried in my enormous white tits. Those are exactly the phrases he wants: “big black cock” and “enormous white tits”. I mean, I can use synonyms for “big” and “enormous”, and I can substitute “shaft” or “stick” or “rod” for “cock” occasionally, and he likes to hear my bra size (42JJ) and textures (“luscious” or “velvety skin”). Lately he’s been mentioning how “trashy” I look, with all thick black eyeliner and lip liner that’s obviously darker than my lips (the lip liner doesn’t get smudged, apparently, no matter how much I’m slurping on his cock). But mostly it’s for my sake that I change it up. He is fine with just… Big Black Cock and Enormous White Tits. All. Fucking. Day. Or at least for 20 minutes.

The thing that renders Titty-Fuck Rosary particularly charged is that we are talking about his Big Black Cock; usually it’s white guys who go for this phraseology. In our first call he told me that he was a lighter-skinned African-American, and that he wants me to talk about his cock being dark, dark, dark.

This makes me sad. It suggests to me, in a very specific, personal context, that the myth/stereotypes about black men and their sexual prowess are being internalized, by at least one black guy. His own light-skinned dick is not dark enough for this fantasy. I don’t know if it’s big enough, but it’s not dark enough.