I have the same problem OP. One time, in real life, I managed to lick the tip of my ♥♥♥♥♥. Now my personal belief is that the human brain is not wired for the experience of one's own tongue on one's on ♥♥♥♥♥ head. In other words, it's just not meant to happen. Anyways, I've had recurring dreams of sucking my own ♥♥♥♥ every week for over 20 years.

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In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work - and their selves - to our judgement. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so.

But there are times when a critic truly risks something - and that is in the discovery and defence of the New. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The New needs friends. Last night I experienced something new: an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement.
They have rocked me to my core.