It's TMI Tuesday and Fury is back! Let's get it! I Wanna F#$k an Olympian...by The Fury
How many people want to have sex with an Olympian? Let's jump right in.
I don't want to read any milquetoast "well...if my husband/wife weren't here" and "well if I were cut enough or if he didn't wear that grill..." Bah! How many people want to have sex with one of those super fit, attractive physical specimens jumping, running, diving, flipping, swimming, backhanding and digging - Olympians on your screen? Surely NBC (broadcasters in America) knows what they're doing. There are more ass shots of Spain's Beach Vollyball Fernandez and lower V exposing shots of USA Swimming's Ryan Lochte than anyone can count. As for the aforementioned Fernandez, I'm not complaining. NBC understands. These are some sexy bodies. Even when the faces are less than appealing, you can't help but to admire the ass flexing of the Nigerian chick with the bad multi-colored wig.
My first Olympic crush may have been Mary Lou Retton...or was it FloJo? Damn FloJo and those nails. And I was still pretty young, but no one could doubt her sex appeal. My second was definitely Dominique Dawes. These people are dynamos. This is probably the closest anyone could come to fucking a superhero. Not that it's a guaranteed great lay. But I've dated a dancer and the fact that she could bend and split like she did...(Yes she once did a split on the schlong just to show that she could) was very impressive. It wasn't just physical prowess and ability, but confidence. Anyone confident to wear skintight Daisy Dukes in front of a crowd and run, dance, flip or swim in them will probably not be skittish about doing wild shit with the light on...or in public.
I love thick women. I like plump women. I like something to grab on. I like to see the ass jiggle when she walks or when I slap it when we're doing it doggystyle. I appreciate a love handle. I used to be way more fit than I am now. Not that I'm not fit, but there was a six-pack and a strip off my shirt in front of crowd time in my life. I'm not there anymore. I'm within a good 90 day (closer to 120) program from being there, but I'm not pressed. I understand the appeal of the six pack abs and all that and I know, like these Olympians, it appeals to women and makes them gush. But just like I like women with more cushion for the pushing, thick thighs, big tits and some jiggle, I still want to fuck an Olympian. And while I may not have the abs of Phelps, the thighs of Bolt or the vertical jump of Kobe Bryant, I do have the cock, the drive, the stamina, the imagination and sheer will of The Fury. I like going for the sexual gold!
So, who is your Olympian of choice? Or am I alone in this? Surely, I can't be.
They call me The Fury and I'm down to go for the gold behind closed doors.
Over the years, I've been blessed to have spent time with, befriend, love, learn from and share experiences with people who have helped me grow and inspire me everyday. They have shared words of wisdom, strengthened me with encouragement, gave me joy with a smile, comforted me with a hug, gave clarity to my visions and dreams and renewed my spirit with faith. It is through family and friends that I manage to be happy and hopeful.
These relationships work because we share our philosophies, our personal truths and an outlook that prompts us to seek something greater in all and in ourselves. Sharing a journey heartedly illuminates our lives and enriches our experiences. It keeps us moving....always evolving....ever changing.
I have been transformed by the wisdom, opinions, insights and revelations of those who have shared their journey with me. It's a blessing I long to share with you through my first ever blog. For me, writing is a reflection of my own direct experience and I look forward to all of you sharing your thoughts and experiences with me.
So...with that said....can I just say.....??? :-)