Insensitivity

Can someone please explain to me why it is considered insensitive to say, "I am afraid my huge baby is going to ruin my wife's pleasure zone"? I have had two groups of people tell me this is not right to say, however I don't understand why.

One, it is not insensitive. If my pleasure zone, aka my wife's lady area, is destroyed I am not the only one who will be affected by it. Diana will be traumatized detrimentally by the fact that it has been ruined. She will get that thing where you pee when you sneeze and I haven't heard of any woman saying that is a pleasant experience.

Two, I just flat out don't want my dang fat ole' baby to be so big and cause so many problems for Diana. Bigger is usually better except on birth weight. Then it is not preferred.

Sure there is a selfish reason too. If that thing gets all stretched out it wouldn't be the best thing in the world. I saw something about how a ladies area goes back to almost normal in a few days after birth but come on! How can that be? You just pushed a baby through there! If i pushed a baby through the tip of my junk there is no way it would ever work the same again.

Newt

Batman XXX: There is a Nerd God

"Holy Threesome Batman!"

Apparently there is a Nerd God because you can now see Batgirl getting pounded by the Boy Wonder. Axel Braun, Porn director extrodinaire, found a legal loophole that allows for the Porn Parody of the old 60's Batman TV show to be made into a porn.

It is called Batman XXX and it is awesome. I have never hidden my interest in comics and I have also been verbal of my love of porn so when these two things were combined and looked to be genuinely entertaining, I had to do something I haven't done since I was 18. I actually purchased a porn DVD.

I finally finished it, I had to stop a few times to...uh, well...huh? Oh, yeah. Anyway, it was fairly good. Dale Dabone plays Batman and can do a mean Adam West impression. The girl who plays Batgirl is a favorite of mine(Lexi Belle) and the extras are something that are actually kind of fun to watch.

They give a sex free version of the film that clocks in at about 30 minutes, the full length (pun intended) version runs about 2 hours, and the behind the scenes footage shows you the guys playing the characters seemed to have actually been fans of the old show. Also they show a reading of a script for porn which was an odd thing to watch. I believe I read they even hired the old costume director for the show to come in and make the costumes.

This is the trailer. It is safe for work.



I got my copy off of Adam & Eve and if you entere 'pop' in at checkout you save 50%. Oh the wonders of the internet.

That is all,

Newt

I'm getting a tadpole

I can't believe I get to type this but...I am going to be a father! (yes it was intentional)

My wife, Diana is 14 weeks pregnant and I have been informed that not only is it mine, but I am somehow responsible for it. WOW!

We waited to announce this news until the first trimester had passed and now that it has, the entire blogosphere is now allowed to know this. So, Newt the Wonder Frog is getting a sidekick. Not sure what kind yet but sometime in the first week of October we will be welcoming an addition to our lives.

I have a policy about writing about kids, and that is I don't care for it. I think of my blog as an arena for releasing the gremlins in my head so they don't completely take over. That being said I am sure I will want to write everything in the world about my baby so my wife decided to start a family blog for us. So, if you are interested in knowing my feelings on parenthood, family, and babies or you just want to follow along as God gets even with me for all my past mistakes, you can follow our journey here.

That is all,

Newt

TBWCYL Day 355 - Kama Sutures

I don't normally bring my sex life into this blog but The Book decided it was necessary. We packed the car for our drive to Midland last night and before I put The Book in, I opened up the task for today, handed it to Diana, and said, "Pick One". No, she wasn't picking my task, but instead picking the way that it was done.

You see, yesterday was Kama Sutra Day and the makers of This Book Will Change Your Life were kind enough to give me a task I would love to do. There were about 15 different positions available on the page and Diana and I had a good time looking through them. Most I had to describe how they would work and I have to say, a few looked down right impossible for anyone but a ninja to be able to pull off. We settled on the one below and I filed The Book away.


I won't go into too many details but after warming up we attempted this thing to hilarious results. I am 6 feet tall, my wife is 5'7 or so. Our anatomy doesn't line up when we stand or apparently when we kneel so attempting this was tricky. They might has well have named this 'Just the Tip' because that is about all that was achievable. After about 30 seconds of trying to figure out where are legs should go and what the hell we were supposed to do, we both started laughing so hard that we pretty much just fell over and gave up.

At least now I don't feel like my $.26 went to waste.

That is all,

Newt

TBWCYL Day 352 - 26 cents and I still felt ripped off

I got drunk last night at a happy hour. I admit it. By 8 pm I was belligerently asking the waitress questions that I thought charming and had a great buzz going that lasted for a while. We went to the Flying Saucer to celebrate a friend passing her CPA exam and I got tipsy. We switched bars around 9 and I got mega hungry and decided to ditch the group and go to Chipotle for a burrito (I walked so don't think I drove drunk or anything).

Anyhow, after sobering up and eating a massive burrito I headed home. Diana was in a separate car and had to run an errand before meeting me at the house and by the time she got home I was verging on unconscious. The problem with that was my task, I hadn't forgotten to do it, I just needed her cooperation to get it done.

You see, I was supposed to join the many men who have paid for sex by... well, doing just that. I am not adverse to paying for sex if it is worth the money. In this day and age it almost seems like spending money on dinners and drinks for some ever changing amount of dates before sex takes place is just silly and if someone is willing to trade some tang for some cha-chang (This line strikes me as genius and I am going to get that trademarked) then more power to them.

I wasn't sure I was up for anything last night but thought I would try for the sake of The Book so when I got home, I checked the mail, got ready for bed, and went hunting for some cash to pay my lady of the night. I don't carry cash so I was literally counting change to see what it would get me. I found a quarter and a Canadian penny that for some reason was sitting in my change cup and deposited them on top of Diana's book on her bedside table. Then I slipped under the covers and tried to read...for about 20 seconds.

The next thing I know I am waking up to Diana coming home. In my daze I did hear her ask, "Is this my money to have sex with you?" I grumbled "Yes" and I have a feeling it didn't sound as sexy coming out of my mouth as it did in my head. So, I paid for sex last night and like many nights when I have been drinking, I didn't have any.

I don't know what is worse, the fact that I put money down for sexual favors and didn't get any or the fact that my wife didn't seem upset that I only offered 26 cents.

That is all,

Newt

TBWCYL Day 322 - What a set of headlamps

For today I was supposed to commit the features of my most cherished love one to memory. Since Jessica Alba is a face you can't forget, I decided I would make sure my wife's features were locked into memory. Here is a graphic representation of her best features. Ironically, she left town today so I wasn't even able to really see her this morning before she departed.



First of note are her eyes. They are the color of poop and even though they aren't as pretty as mine, they are still nice to look into.

She also has nice teeth which were formed by years of metal and rubber bands pushing them to look like that. She even has a permanent retainer. It makes her smile work well with her mouth.

Her boobs are...wait. Stop looking at my wife's boobs!!! Those are mine, er I mean hers and you shouldn't be looking at them even though that shirt does push them out nicely. I must say I enjoy them immensely.

She also has a nice butt so I look at that but didn't get a chance to single it out in a picture.

That is all,

Newt

TBWCYL Day 273 - Just for the Celibate

Yesterday's task was simple. Keep my hands off my junk and don't let anyone else touch it. Or to put it another way, today be celibate. Not a difficult task by any means. Diana is only mildly attracted to me sexually anyway so when I do break her will down to get some nookie I usually need a few days of warm up before getting anywhere with it anyway.

I started the day in the shower and made sure to be brutal on my genitalia so that I wouldn't get Mr. Happy going. He enjoys a sensitive touch. I didn't see Diana in the shower so it was easy to keep myself calm. I went the entire day at work without sporting one boner which was a change. Usually I have to walk around with a folder in front of my crotch at least twice a day as I try to be discreet until it loosens up.

I had a happy hour after work for a coworker who was leaving. I find if I don't want to get aroused mass quantities of alcohol can be applied and the Whiskey Dick can set in and save me embarrassment. This plan worked well and I finished out the day without pitching one tent.

Diana came to have some drinks too but had to leave before I did so sex was easily off the table. I got home with her already asleep and even without the my rubber inducing elixir, I would not have poked that bear. So, I went a whole day without sex, self pleasure, or arousal. I am not sure if I should celebrate.

That is all,

Newt

TBWCYL Day 268 - Hey Girlfriend!

I have been dreading today ever since I saw the page in The Book. Today I was to...

Contact an old Girlfriend and Offer to Meet Up!!!

I really didn't want to do this. I have nothing against my old girlfriends per se but the want to get back together and talk about old times is not the most pleasing idea in the world. I have had a total of 6 actual people I would consider girlfriends and I know how to contact two of them if I ever needed to. Well, today I needed to and I bit the bullet. I almost considered lying to all of you and saying I couldn't contact anyone but I respect you all way to much for that.

Here are the girls I had to choose from(in chronological order)

Nicole: We met while working in a fast food burrito place. She was my first kiss at the ripe old age of 16. She was also my first foray into anything sexual and I learned a lot from this relationship...all 6 months of it. She is also the topic on a previous post I had. She and I fought occasionally over her want to smoke weed and it led to her dumping me. Ironically, after she dumped me I finally lost weight, got contacts, and a haircut and was the most attractive I had ever been.

Amanda: This was my hardcore Christian girlfriend. She was younger than me by a year or so and we mostly had to stay in her parents presence when we were at her house. This was a short lived 3 months but was pretty serious in terms of high school. She broke up with me because she was afraid it would get too serious but she was my prom date so I still took her. I am a schmuck and should have told her to suck it but I didn't.

Vanessa: Ah Vanessa, the one that got away if I ever had one of those. She was older, in drama and at a different school. I met her randomly and somehow asked her to her prom on the first day I met her. We dated before the prom but nothing ever happened and I think it was all because I didn't make any moves. This did lead to me getting a date with someone else though. This one doesn't count as a breakup but just sort of ended.

Heidi: I was a Senior, she was a Sophomore and way to young for me. We had friends that were dating and accompanied them to a movie. While standing outside the theatre, our friends were kissing in front of us and after saying something like, "I guess we are going to have to start making out too", she responded with "Prove It" and I leaned in and we started making out. It only lasted for a month but it was a fun little month. Sadly enough, she broke up with me.

Natalee: We started dating our Senior Year and I was engaged after we graduated. We lived together for about 11 months and things started to die down and we both realized we weren't ready for marriage. I were on and off again through my Sophomore year in college and tried to stay friends but things fizzled out. I was the instigator in this break-up which sort of broke the mold for all of my other relationships.

Diana: Similar to the Heidi scenario, I got my wife with a challenge of making out. We were both drunk and she kept asking for someone to make out with her, I volunteered and she backed down. Four or five tries later, we were in a room where I refused to take advantage of her(I know, I am a pussy) and she subsequently got all puky and had to leave the room. On a more sober night, I asked if she would like to stay over and she said yes. I goaded her with "You are full of it" and "You won't do it" and she walked up stairs and slept in my room. No, we didn't have sex but it was our first kiss and if I would have thought about it, was a pretty good standard to how our relationship has been since then. Hell, I married her so hopefully there won't be a break-up on this one.

So, who did I contact? Well, a while back I got an email from Heidi via my LinkedIn account. She found my name and shot me a quick hello. We chatted via email and when I told her I was married she said congrats and I haven't heard from her since. Today I sent her a quick email just asking how things were going. I don't see us meeting up as we are 6 hours away from each other but maybe we can have lunch together sometime when I am home.

That is all,

Newt

Condom Sense

So, I have been married about 2 years now and one of the perks of being married, actually one of the main reasons to get married, is that you can trust in "The Pill" and not worry about pregnancy as much. I figure if one of my boys gets past the goalie then that is OK because we are married. So, for 2 years I have been lucky enough to go condom free when my wife gives in to my begging and pleading to have sex with me.

A few weeks ago however, Diana was put on an antibiotic, and for the male and female readers who don't know, if you go on antibiotics, ''The Pill" might not work. What does that mean for me? You guessed it, I am back on the rubbers.

I must say I don't care for the whole thing. Sure, my wife's skin is clearing up due to the medication and that is nice...for her. But now I am having to do something I haven't done in forever and to top it all off, now I have to buy the stupid things. Which brings me to my point.

I think I bought Black Guy condoms.

I went to the store after almost exhausting what was left of my condom stash, maybe 3 or 4 from P.C.(Pre Condom) days and as I stood in the prophylactic aisle at the local Tom Thumb I remembered the stupid feeling of buying condoms.

Diana said it best when, as I threw a box in the cart, she stated, "I hate buying these. It is embarrassing. It feels like when you buy them you are doing something wrong, even though your not. I feel like they look at you and go, "Why are they using these?""

Anyway, I was looking at the different options and didn't see the ones I usually got so I decided to try something else. I saw Trojan had a new condom out called Ecstasy and thought that sounded preferable to anything called "Mediocre". I noticed the box of 10 was bigger than a normal 12 pack but two and two didn't go together at that moment. When I got them home I realized I may have bought something that didn't fit.

Below is a picture of my traditional condom package on top of my new condom package. See a discrepancy? I don't know yet but I am going to guess that if I use one it will feel like parachute pants: snug in the middle but baggy as hell around the...well you know.

The package claims it feels like nothing is there but I have worn sweaters that are too big and just because there was extra fabric doesn't mean it floated on air. I may just use them as socks for when it is raining and buy a different box.

That is all,

Newt

Mole-y Toledo!!!!

I have been meaning to post this for a while but kept putting it off but since I can't sleep, I am taking the opportunity to get this up.

On our recent trip to Prague, I wanted to bring something specifically Czech back to the states for my Goddaughter Addison and my Nephew Luke. As we were shopping we learned of a Czech cartoon character called the Little Mole. It seems that this character is widely known throughout the Czech Republic and has stared in countless movies, cartoons and books for kids. As soon as I found this I knew that I had to find a book for the kids and bring it back.

So for the entire three days we were in Prague I searched for these books in English. I hit multiple gift shops, book stores and any other place that I thought might have them but had no luck. While the stuffed animals and toys were plentiful, I could find nothing in print. Finally, on our last day we were wandering around and found a three story toy store. Here they had exactly what I was looking for.

I bought three books: one for Addison, one for Luke and one for me. The titles were Little Mole and the Mother, Little Mole and the Rocket Ship, and Little Mole and his Toy Car. I chose to give Addison the one about the Mother and on a recent trip to Lubbock, I took it and a stuffed Mole and gave it to her.

I ran to get donuts one morning during my visit and when I came back Thomas asked if I had seen inside the book. They had originally come wrapped in plastic so I hadn't really looked in them and Thomas opened up a couple of pages and showed me the gift I had bought. Apparently Little Mole and the Mother isn't about Little Mole and his Mother but instead about a Hare who gives birth.

The story goes like this:

Initially Little Mole is told of a baby coming and is asked to help. All of a sudden the Hare and her husband are laying on the ground in a very unsanitary area as a Owl looks on. Little Mole gets very excited and goes to get a medical bag. When he gets back this is what he sees.

Holy Shit!!! Does that Rabbit have a Vag? And is that a face in there? OH MY GOD!!! What did I buy?

So, Little Mole seems perfectly OK with the idea of delivering this litter of hares and proceeds to get to it. He uses all the best Czech medical training and starts delivering the hares. Luckily this isn't medically factual or he might have wanted some gloves. So, if you are a mole delivering baby hares, how would you handle it? Well, by yanking them out Winnie the Pooh style.

That's right. He just reaches in and grabs their arms and gives a nice little tug. Last I checked, pediatricians didn't use this method but I haven't watched much Learning Channel so there may be some knew techniques I am unaware of. Little Mole better watch out though, his nose is sticking in some very sensitive areas. After the first couple of hares come out, this process really gets swinging. In total there are four hares born and I guess giving birth to a litter is like popping open a bottle of champagne. Once you pop the cork, they just shoot out.

Why, it looks like kids at the playground when they all came down the tube slide at the same time. Look at 'em go. Wheeeeeee!!!!

All in all I was quite surprised at my purchase. Now Addison will learn the Birds and the Bees, or in this case the Moles and the Hares, from a book and be completely confused when she realizes that babies aren't delivered by a cartoon mole.

I immediately came home and checked to make sure Little Mole and the Rocket Ship was, in fact, about an actual rocket ship.

That is all,

Newt

Finger Lickin' Bad

My butt hole was violated yesterday. I saved this part of my physical for an entire post because I couldn't really discuss it earlier. I had a physical that was very...invasive yesterday and I am very distressed. Prepare for Too Much Information.

I apparently have hemorrhoids. It wasn't surprising as it runs in my family but to find out, I gave up my anal virginity in a way that wasn't pleasant and no, I didn't get dinner first.

I am unsure how many of you have ever heard a 5o something man say "Bend over the table" and then have your butt cheeks pulled apart but it is not a nice feeling. Especially when it is followed by a KY covered finger sliding up your bung hole and hearing "This is a standard rectal exam."

The oddest thing was the urge to clench. I expected this to be uncomfortable, which it was, but I didn't expect the body to fight it. As soon as the finger went in, my sphincter acted like a chinese finger trap. I tried to stop myself but I couldn't help trying to pinch off the docs finger.

After it was all done, he handed me a box of tissue and said, "This is for the excess jelly." He might as well have added, "Whore" to it because it felt a little like I was just used. And getting KY out of my crack in front of my doctor was a humiliating experience in itself. Imagine having to stand and wipe your ass in front of a complete stranger and you will feel my pain.

In the end, pun intended, the whole thing was more uncomfortable than painful. It was like having sex with an ugly girl. It wasn't bad, but that does not mean it was good.

That is all,

Newt

Doctor, Doctor, Give me the news...

Well, I had an awkward day. I went to the doctor for the first time in 8 years for a checkup to see if I was in good health. I was pretty sure what to expect and was right.

Have you ever had a 50 something man tell you to undress down to your underwear? How about having a 50 something man grab your crotch? No, this wasn't my family reunion and it definitely wasn't a job interview, I learned my lesson on that last one. No, it was my doctor and was one of the more uncomfortable situations in life.

As I stood there in my boxers, yes I did wear nicer ones because I knew what I was going to be doing this afternoon, I was hit with the realization that this is a normal deal. This is what people have to do when they get older. I am doing an adult thing.

I am not a fan of going to the doctor but what do you do? I have been paying for insurance for 2 years and haven't used it, and with my diet and trying to get in shape, I figured now was the time. There is another story that in itself is another blog, so read later. I gave blood, peed in a cup, and had a physical. Wait, maybe this was an interview...

That is all,

Newt

Clap On, Clap Off...Slap her.

I had a random thought today. What would happen if you hooked a Clapper light devise into a light in the room you are having sex in?


Depending on the sexual position when you are having sex, body parts occasionally slap together. A leg will hit another leg, thigh will meet thigh, and hands will meet buttocks. If you were to have a Clapper hooked in, would your next sexual experience seem similar to Disco Night at the local Y?


I can only imagine what that would look like. You are getting your groove on in bed when suddenly you start going at it a little too hard and one "Who's your Daddy?" later, you are sitting in a bright room staring at your handprint. If you really got going, you might create a light show for the neighbors who are walking their dog outside.


One handy little device can really add some interesting experiences to the bedroom. Just be sure your partner isn't epileptic or you might have more than just an orgasm to deal with at the end of things.


That is all,

Newt

The Chronicles of Pornia

Last night was a first for my wife. I took her to a porn shop. In a previous post I told of how during a radio contest for Harry Potter, I won a gift certificate to a porn store. Well last night it got redeemed and my lovely wife decided to go with me to spend it.


Once there, I learned a few things about my wife.

1. She has never seen a porn video

2. She didn't know what a cock ring was

3. She thought all porn had a story


The place we went is called New Fine Arts and it is very popular in Dallas. It is actually a well lit, clean store with private viewing booths and, from what Diana said, clean restrooms. It had a huge selection and you don't really grasp the girth of the Porn industry until you enter one of these places.


We spent about an hour walking around and pointing out interesting things. You can purchase silicone ass or vagina replicas of some of your favorite porn stars. There was a machine that had a bar that you could attach a multitude of attachments to for pleasure, and there was such a variety of dildos, lubes, pumps and condoms that it boggles my mind as to how many sexual devices are out there.


Another interesting event was reading movie titles. I think the most surreal moment I had was when I was reading titles aloud to Diana and came across "Cum Guzzlers Vol 5." I actually read that aloud, within earshot of other people and did not feel at all out of the ordinary in doing so.


I will keep what was purchased out of the blogosphere but it was nothing too racy. I was told, however, that I was not allowed to get a sex swing.


That is all,


Newt

Movie Night with my new lady

Tonight, Hangie and I stayed in and watched a movie. Really, I watched and she just stayed at my side. She is so loyal. We watched 'Airplane', which was very funny. She didn't seem to get it though. I tried to ask her what was going on but she just told me to "Talk to the Hand." But that's what I was trying to do!

I persisted in asking her what was the matter and she gave me the finger. Sometimes it feels like such a job to communicate with Hangela; I didn't sign up for a Hang job but I guess that's what I get.(That's right, I did it. You all loved it and you know it.)

Hangela and I did make up though. After what felt like hand to hand combat, she finally realized she was being silly. She told me she felt like we were meant to be together, and we were.

That is all,

Newt

I'm cheating on Diana!

It's that time of year again. Diana has gone to L.A. (no, not Louisiana) and I am on my own again. This means that my yearly affair will start up again. The worse part of my indiscretion is that Diana knows the other woman. In fact, they keep in touch regularly.

I have known her for years. We have been off and on for a long time and in fact, she was my first. In times of need, I go to her. We go everywhere together. I have been carrying on behind Diana's back in our home while she is away. Honey, when you read this I just want you to know I love you.

My new girlfriend's name is...Hangela.

That is all,

Newt

"Not in the face, Not in the face"

Random thought. How many porn stars have been injured on the job? I can assume that there is the occasional broken bone(pun) and from time to time a VD, but I would like to bring to light something that I think plagues the porn industry: Eye problems.


"Why would they have eye problems?" you ask. Well, I have done extensive research in this area and have begrudgingly sat through many videos and determined that there has to be multiple semen/eye injuries. I actually sat down and tried to find a medical study on the number of causes of eye infection/blindness caused by bad aim and a happy ending, but couldn't locate any info on this. It has to exist.


It is a common occurrence for ejaculation to happen on someones face during a porn video. Also, semen can exit the body at a fast rate. You normally get between .5 to 1 teaspoon in volume, with an average of 3 to 10 spurts per event. These spurts happen every .8 seconds. Now, I don't know about you, but if someone were to shoot a water gun at my face every .8 seconds, I would be afraid to get blinded.


Also, I read that this can cause the clap in your eye. OWWWW!!! It seems like they must get a bonus for getting a facial or something. They should really issue safety goggles when they perform. Well, now that I have thoroughly disgusted the majority of my readers,


That is all,


Newt

Owls make me uncomfortable

I went to Hooters for lunch today and I have to say that eating there makes me uncomfortable. I would say that going to Hooters is the closest I have come to a strip club because I am paying to look at boobies. I rarely go eat there because of my discomfort. Normally, I get a waitress that is extremely well endowed (as was the case today) and I will try so hard not to look at her bulbous cleavage that I will immediately become self-conscious about it.

Then I spend the rest of my meal watching myself to make sure that I don't accidentally let my eyes stray. This is doubly ridiculous because the girls that work at Hooters are aware that their ta-ta's are the focus of the dining experience and have no problem with it.

Also, I cannot stand boob veins. They disgust me. If girl’s boobs are so big that a blue vein is visible in their cleavage, they shouldn't be visible. I just get a shiver of gross when I even think about it. They almost look like a tattoo.

Needless to say, my lunch was good but I just stared across the table at my coworkers or out a window. I think this is why I have never gone to a strip club. I just wouldn't feel comfortable staring at a girls love pillows as a past time. Not that I wouldn't look, I would just feel uncomfortable.
That is all,

Newt

Motion Lotion

So, you know how women have all sorts of “nether region” creams? Some of them freshen, some of them just make it smell nice, and some are just to keep it look youthful. Well, I gave it some thought and decided that Men should have a cream that does all of this in one little bottle. I call it…‘Weiner Cleaner’.

That’s right guys. Imagine a cream just for us. One that can be massaged in to your frankfurter and will clean, de-age and add that lovely fragrance that makes a boy feel like a man. ‘Weiner Cleaner’ is the be all and end all of revitalizers. It can be applied numerous times and must be worked into the skin quite thoroughly. Just take the tubular pink bottle and squirt. A little dab will do it.

‘Weiner Cleaner’ from Head and Shoulders.

That is all,

Newt

Sexual Awareness Week Day 5: Get a Life

Today is our last day of Sexual Awareness Week and I thought I would end our list of new and updated games for sexual awareness with the ultimate game of the real world, Life. The title for my new version? "Sex Life." We all know the original's premise. You work your way through the game, trying to see how your life would go if you a) went to College or b) went and started working. Well, in Sex Life the premise stays close. In my version you have to decide whether you hold onto your virginity, or throw caution to the wind and loosen that belt at a young age.

Throughout the game you will encounter different things that teenagers and young adults face. That time during high school where someone offered you pot, the college party where you drink too much and wake up in the morning feeling dirty, and the office Christmas party where your coworker wants to give you more than just a white elephant gift. What will you choose during your journey through the Sex Life.

During the game, you will have the opportunity to pick up diseases, infections, and the occasional baby. The end of the game will be determined by your added up medical expenses throughout your life compared to your opponents. The longer you keep yourself in your pants, the better you will do. But, can you resist the temptation?

This game will give children real life experiences to face and will hopefully see the consequences of their actions.

That is all,

Newt