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Shagging in the Olympic Village!


Kama roa, efshar livloa?
Sex and the Olympic city- Article in the Times.

Tomorrow night thousands of young men and women with the most fit, toned bodies in the world will mingle for the last time before they fly home. What might they get up to?

By Matthew Syed
I am often asked if the Olympic village - the vast restaurant and housing conglomeration that hosts the world's top athletes for the duration of the Games - is the sex-fest it is cracked up to be. My answer is always the same: too right it is.

I played my first Games in Barcelona in 1992 and got laid more often in those two and a half weeks than in the rest of my life up to that point. That is to say twice, which may not sound a lot, but for a 21-year-old undergraduate with crooked teeth, it was a minor miracle



Kama roa, efshar livloa?
It reads like a porny Mills and Boon!

And then there were the female athletes - literally thousands of them - strutting, shimmying, sashaying and jogging around the village, clad in Lycra and exposing yard upon yard of shiny, toned, rippling and unimaginably exotic flesh.

Women from all the countries of the world: muscular, virile, athletic and oozing oestrogen. I spent so much time in a state of lust that I could have passed out. Indeed, for all I knew I did pass out - in a place like that how was one to tell the difference between dreamland and reality?


Kama roa, efshar livloa?
For one horrible moment i thought that was from the front.......

No meal or coffee break was complete without a breathless conversation with a lithe long jumper from Cuba or an Amazonian badminton player from Sweden, the mutual longing so evident it was almost comical.

It was an effort of will to keep everything in check until competition had finished. But, once we were eliminated from our respective competitions, we lunged at each other like suicidal fencers.


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“The swimmers finished earlier in the week and it was like there was an eruption.”

...at the outset of the Sydney Olympics, Jonathan Edwards, a Christian and triple jumper extraordinaire, caused a ripple by telling them publicly to keep a lid on it.

...There is a famous story from Seoul in 1988 that there were so many used condoms on the roof terrace of the British team's residential block the night after the swimming concluded that the British Olympic Association sent out an edict banning outdoor sex.


Kama roa, efshar livloa?
*fap fap* when do we get to the sweeping away on a raging river of passion?
Just for you!

The chaps who win gold medals - even those as geeky as Michael Phelps - are the principal objects of desire for many female athletes. There is something about sporting success that makes a certain type of woman go crazy - smiling, flirting and sometimes even grabbing at the chaps who have done the business in the pool or on the track. An Olympic gold medal is not merely a route to fame and fortune; it is also a surefire ticket to writhe.


Left Of The Dial
Well, there's always the American WNBA team to satisfy his limitations.

I feel sorry for the athletes who have to compete on the last day. They must be so horny they have to knock one out before going into the arena.


Kama roa, efshar livloa?
Cyber Rose, as hard as it would be the wrongest person on a thread with both DotCommunist AND me on it, I think you just did it. Twice.

You out-wronged me.



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And there you are Minnie, out-wronging CybeRose.

*shakes head*

Maybe *thats* where Glitter has gone? :hmm: