Nothing gets me hotter than breaking taboos. I do not just like to “push the envelope.” I want to take that envelope, tear it to pieces, and let the pieces fall every which way in the wind! And what is taboo these days? Racist epithets! That is probably the biggest taboo of all. Hell, the average celebrity a few decades back would have gotten in terrible trouble for saying the “hell” that begins this sentence. Today, a celebrity can say, “fuck” or “motherfucker” and the whole world yawns. But let that same celebrity get caught uttering “nigger” or “spic” or “kike” and everyone goes ballistic! That’s precisely why I enjoy racial humiliation phone sex so very much.
I get to call the person by the bad words, the worst words, of today! It is such a kick to tell a caller, “You’re just a nigger! Nothing but a nigger! You are one of the inferior race, the race meant to serve we white people.” Or, “You ought to be picking cotton on the plantation, you fool nigger!” Or coon or spook or jigaboo. Of course, as I already noted, racial humiliation phone sex can take a wide variety of forms and I can come on like a Nazi prison guard to a kike or a hoity-toity rich Anglo to a spic or a plantation mistress to a nigger. I will do any and every permutation of racial humiliation phone sex that a caller happens to desire. You could even be a white guy who wants to be told how inferior your little nubbin is to a black man’s masculine big dick So, Ok, all you niggers, spics, gooks, chinks, japs, kikes, micks, dagos, wops, krauts, rednecks and crackers, call Sybil and get a good dose of racial humiliation phone sex!