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What’s better than remembering the hot spring and summer days in the cold winter nights? Wild parties, clubs, beaches and more, the spring and summer times are just a few months away and you should definitely start thinking and dreaming about what you might do once they come. In order to boost your imagination and warm you up, these 10 photos of wet t-shirt contest winners will not only bring your temperature up, but they will make you wish summer was here already.
Forget water, this babe is about to pour beer all over herself, tasty!!
It’s summer, it’s fun and it’s hot! Little water on top of you won’t harm no one, but water poured on top of this girl, definitely does some damage by making everyone sweat!
I wish I was watching these two gorgeous women competing in this contest.
If these girls weren’t hot enough with their wet t-shirts, they decided to give the judges a little more to consider by enjoying each other’s company.
A Wet T-Shirt Contest can be held anywhere! As this photo shows, all you need is some water and some hot girls!
If someone tells you you are too old to enjoy a wet t-shirt contest, tell them they are extremely wrong! As this photo shows, wet t-shirt contests are fun for all ages.
Leaving little to the imagination, Adriana Lima is able to win any wet t-shirt contest, but she definitely wins more than that – she wins our hearts as well!
Sure, wet t-shirt contests are usually only for the top half; hence t-shirt, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy wetting the bottom half of gorgeous women.
We don’t know who the winner of this wet t-shirt contest is, but we definitely know that all of the party stars on the stage are worthy of winning!
Sure, you can grab a jug and pour some water over a hot girl in the hopes of making her top see through, or you can go the extra mile and shower her with water.
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Published July 14, 2014 11:01PM (EDT)
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Love And Sex
Magalaf
Mamading
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She wore a loose-fitting white tank top that revealed the sides of her breasts and a pair of fluorescent-pink cut-off shorts. The disc jockey could be heard urging her on as she squatted in front of a man with his flaccid penis in his hand. She bobbed up and down three times before moving onto the next man, and then the next and the next. The blonde 18-year-old repeatedly curled her pointer fingers at the men, as if to say, “Bring it on.” In all, she reportedly serviced 24 men in that crowded nightclub, all in the name of a contest for which she was rewarded with a $4 bottle of Cava.
It’s all captured in a now-viral video by an onlooker at the bar in Magaluf, a party-destination on the Spanish island of Majorca. The U.K. press is all over the story and has already identified the girl and interviewed her horrified parents. There is apparently a name for what she did -- this alcohol-fueled game of performative sex -- and it’s “mamading,” which comes from the Spanish word for blow job. Now, there is an abundance of headlines like this one: “'Mamading': The Sexually Degrading New Trend Humiliating Young Brits In Spanish Bars.”
When I watched the video, the jaded part of me, the part that has for years now watched porn -- increasingly so for work and not pleasure -- was unimpressed. The video looked like countless faux-reality porn videos where sex is turned into a competitive game or women are talked into humiliating acts in exchange for money or the promise of a job (see: such franchises as “Bang Bus” and “Casting Couch”). That’s not to mention the gangbang genre, in which one woman is partnered with several men -- sometimes a roomful, sometimes an arena’s worth. Often the men, who apparently can’t be bothered to take off their T-shirts or polos, begin by pulling out their dicks, without actually dropping trou, and wagging it in her face; and then the woman begins suckling like a starving pup.
In other words: the “mamading” video looked too familiar to be shocking.
And I couldn't help but think, how long have young women been doing sexual things for free drinks -- or even lame swag? Wet T-shirt contests. Mud wrestling. The entire "Girls Gone Wild" franchise. Mardi Gras. It’s practically built into college culture, the attempt to get women to compromise themselves -- and I say “compromise” because that is what is eroticized, rather than the idea of a woman’s authentic, enthusiastic expression of her sexuality -- whether it’s for a string of plastic beads or a “Girls Gone Wild” trucker hat.
But there's a big difference between wet T-shirt contests and two dozen blow jobs. There's long been a thrill in getting "good" girls to go “bad," but thanks in part to the mainstreaming of hardcore porn and Spring Break raunch, pouring water on your boobs is no longer that provocative. A boob flash is passé, even quaint. Now, perhaps, it takes 24 blow jobs. OK, that’s hyperbole -- but the bar for titillation and trespass has been raised.
Part of this is the simple fact that adults will always hand-wring about the behavior of young people; and young people will always aim to shock, to differentiate themselves from their parents’ generation, to reclaim sex as their own. They have to do this, just so that they can incredulously yell at mom: “You don’t understaaaaaand! Things are different now.” And things really are different now. But they’re also very much the same.
What remains the same is that sex is made out to be a game, one in which men are competitors and women are prizes. Men are tasked with pleading, urging and coercing women into sex, or sexual behavior. What’s changed, what is always changing, is the what . Mud-wrestling, showy straight-girl makeouts and blowies for booze all exist on the same spectrum of performative female sexuality. For one generation, freak-dancing is the thing; for another, it’s twerking. Swallowing, anal sex and threesomes all exist on the same spectrum of male sexual conquest. One generation’s oral sex is the next’s anal. As taboos change and evolve, so do these specifics, but the game remains the same -- and the game is women.
I will never forget the first time I saw a wet T-shirt contest. It was Spring Break in the late '90s, I was a teenager and I was lying on the couch watching MTV. Some reality-TV special, probably set in Cancun, was on. A young busty co-ed got on stage, pulled her bikini top out from under an oversized white shirt that she had knotted to reveal her taut, tanned stomach, and then men began spraying her with water while she danced -- and bounced. The crowd roared in this thrilling and terrifying way. Fists were thrown in the air, bodies surged forward en masse. I wanted to be her but also not. I wanted an excuse to do as she did, to command all of that male attention and desire, but while also lacking accountability. A contest would certainly do the trick.
Young women's sexuality is so policed and constrained that they are often looking for excuses to be sexual -- sometimes it's drinking too much, sometimes it's a silly contest. Anything for plausible slut-deniability. Of course, sometimes women eschew that -- and they are punished even more fiercely. Last year, a teenage girl became Internet-infamous after being caught on camera giving enthusiastic blow jobs to two different guys at an Eminem concert in Ireland. After the slut-shaming that ensued, she was so upset she had to be sedated at a hospital. At the time, The Frisky's Jessica Wakeman wrote an open letter to the girl's parents:
Certain rules about sexuality dictate your daughter’s life. She’s expected to LOOK sexy and sexual and be desirable by men and boys alike. But she’s also not ... supposed to BE sexual. She’s supposed have an air of sexual knowledgability and an enticement to young men around her, but not actually seek out sex or enjoy it too much. ... For young women like your daughter, sexual experience is [the] standard they’re supposed to live up to, but it’s also a taboo.
The schizophrenic nature of our attitudes toward sex make everyone sneaky about it. Women looks for excuses to be sexual, and men look for way to trick them into being sexual. You know what is truly disturbing about the so-called Magaluf girl story? She was reportedly told that in exchange for this sexual stunt she would be given a "holiday." It turned out that was the name of a cocktail, which she was given for free. Joke's on all of us.
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Donna gets wet and messy
My best friend Tania just loves her fun. I’ve lost count of the number of times she’s pulled some practical joke or landed me or some of her other mates right in it.
Anyhow, having got us to play strip darts down the local pub, we were all wondering what her latest brainwave would be. We didn’t have to wait long to find out!
“Hey, Donna,” she said. “I’ve got an idea.”
“Oh yeah?”
“No, I have, honest. It’s really ace – you’ll love it!”
“Yeah, maybe, it depends. What is it?”
“We’ve got Sophie’s birthday coming up, haven’t we? She’s only going to be twenty-six so it’s not like it’s a special one but we can make it a special day for her, can’t we?”
“And how do you plan on doing that, Tania?”
“I’ve got this brilliant idea for her birthday. How do you fancy a wet and messy evening? I’m up for it – how about you?”
“I suppose I might be. What exactly did you have in mind?”
“Oh, just leave the boring old details to me. You know I’m always pretty creative when it comes to stuff like that.”
“Creative? That’s one way of looking at it. Borderline psycho might be nearer the mark!!
“Oh, Donna, you’re no fun sometimes!” she protested. “You know how my evenings are always a lot of fun. Help me out, will you?”
“Well, all right,” I said. “I’ll give it a go.”
Anyway, Tania fixed us up to come round her place on Saturday night for a wet and messy evening. We didn’t have to do anything, just turn up and be the victims of whatever kind of practical jokes she had in mind for us.
It was the same ten of us as usual who turned up. Having a bit of an idea about what sort of things might be happening, I wore a white blouse, grey skirt, high-heeled shoes, a white bra and frilly knickers. Tania greeted us when we came in and gave a particularly approving look to my outfit.
“OK, girls,” she said, “let’s all sit down around the table, shall we?”
We all sat down and then Tania disappeared into the kitchen. She came back carrying bowls of soup. I had a pretty good idea about what was going to happen next but I don’t think any of the others did. Angie in particular was in for a right shock when what happened next took her well by surprise!
“Right, I’ll serve you all with soup,” said Tania.
Then she walked straight up to poor Angie – always the easiest one of us girls to wind up – and pushed her face right in the soup! While the poor girl was still spluttering in shock Tania tugged off the bloody pullover she always seemed to wear no matter what the weather was life. Then she pulled hard at the front of her blouse, ripping off the buttons and poured a bowl of soup all down her front. It sort of trickled down her cleavage and her quite big breasts and slowly settled on them before sliding down her stomach and coming to a halt only when it reached her knickers.
Angie’s face was a picture. For a minute I thought she was going to turn round and belt Tania but then she just grinned a bit weakly. After all, she knew what Tania was like and she HAD been told it was going to be a ‘wet and messy’ evening!
All of us got served in turn with the ‘soup’ course. It went all the way down our tits and finally came to rest in our knickers.
“Right, your turn now, Tania,” I said, covered in soup myself but dead sure I wasn’t going to let her get off scot free.
“OK,” she grinned.
Then I took hold of the last bowl of soup, pushed her face into it and then poured the rest down her cleavage and tits before it came to rest in her knickers. Tania looked as messy as the rest of us but she didn’t seem to mind a bit. At least she was always a good sport with stuff like this!
We knew there was bound to be more to come and sure enough there was. She went into the kitchen and came back with a big tray of goodies.
“Now for the main course,” said Tania. “Who likes spaghetti?”
Nobody said anything but she just turned round to me and pushed my face into the spaghetti. She then picked up a plateful of the stuff. Letting some of it fall into my hair, she made sure the main part of it fell down my cleavage and on to my tits. It also covered my clothes and parts of it landed on my skirt and trickled down into my knickers.
All ten of us, including Tania, got our ‘serving’ of spaghetti and then she went back to the kitchen again. We couldn’t wait to find out what she had in mind for us!
“Right, girls, here are some custard pies I made earlier,” she grinned.
Then she turned round and picked up one of the pies. Grabbing it, she pushed it hard right into my face.
The squelching mess tricked all down my chops and of course I returned the favour. Before long every girl in the room had a face that looked like something out of a slapstick movie. It was one of those meals where even though none of us had actually eaten anything we were still having a lot of fun!
“Who wants seconds of custard pies?” asked Tania.
Nobody spoke so once again she picked up a pie. This time she slammed it hard right into my big breasts! The slimy stuff lay on my cleavage for a bit before sliding slowly down my tits and then trickling onto my short skirt.
All ten of us girls soon got the same treatment as me, including Tania, of course. We were well messed up and wondered what she’d do for her next trick. We didn’t have long to find out!
“Who wants some custard?” a grinning Tania asked through her faceful of custard pie.
Again nobody said a word so she just took action on her own. She went back to the kitchen and returned with a huge jug of custard.
Then she poured a generous helping of it over my head, down my front, on my lap and then pulled open my knickers to land the rest of it there. We all got the same treatment and we all loved it. Even Angie seemed to be having a good time!
After we’d all been thoroughly slimed, Tania, through her face stained with pie, custard, soup and spaghetti, told us it was time for the final event.
“Right, you mucky cows, let’s get cleaned up!” she said.
Leading us out of the house we made our way towards the garden. Tania led us towards the river that ran at the back of her house.
She pushed me and I went sprawling into the icy water and the mountain of slimy stuff that was floating on top of it. My clothes got well soaked and I was looking like a girl in a wet T-shirt contest!
All of us, even Tania, got the same treatment. We staggered out of the river and looked at each other, laughing happily.
“OK, girls,” said Tania, “only one thing left for it. Let’s get changed out of our wet and messy gear and get naked!”
We all happily started stripping off. Soon we were all standing in her garden, freezing cold but happily starkers.
“Enjoying yourself so far?” Tania asked. “What would you like me to do for our next girls’ night?”
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I got lots of suggestions for the next night out but will let ya lead us through this wakey world ya got going This is so cute Donna thanks for the big chuckle :-)
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