There I am, in the living room, sitting by the fan, this large phallic object, a tower of impressive proportions, if you see it as a member, as I do.

If I’m sitting, it’s taller than my head. So I note where my mouth is in relation to it.

Then I stand, climb a little stool, how tall am I now?

How tall is my male character? Where will be his crotch standing, in relation to my mouth sitting? If I’m him…

Ah. 

What happens if I’m him, and I bend to kiss my mouth, where does my centre ends up?

I need a partner for scene re-enactments!

I laugh out loud at the tower.