Ying Yang Boy
It was so sad. Just one day earlier Jon sat on the floor in Kylies bathroom, staring blankly at the hard wall of muscular belly rising vertically above the huge penis he gently kissed. But it was the next day, and Kylie sat alone on the toilet. He just finished eating breakfast, and Jon was curled up in a fetal position in the corpus of his stomach along with well-masticated eggs, potatoes, sausage, orange juice, milk, and coffee. His face was pressed against the stomach wall longing for a world he would never again see. His eyes were wide-open, like those of a little boy staring out a window into the rainy day in anticipation of something he badly wanted, like for his daddy to come home. Or for a cherished friend to come over so he would not have to play alone.
It was so sad. Just one day earlier Jon sat on the floor in Kylies bathroom, staring blankly at the hard wall of muscular belly rising vertically above the huge penis he gently kissed. But it was the next day, and Kylie sat alone on the toilet. He just finished eating breakfast, and Jon was curled up in a fetal position in the corpus of his stomach along with well-masticated eggs, potatoes, sausage, orange juice, milk, and coffee. His face was pressed against the stomach wall longing for a world he would never again see. His eyes were wide-open, like those of a little boy staring out a window into the rainy day in anticipation of something he badly wanted, like for his daddy to come home. Or for a cherished friend to come over so he would not have to play alone.