Don’t worry, nothing bad happened to them! They assumed that it was fine to take their tops off in Copacabana, but this is not so. Teensy bikinis with barely-there G-strings? Yes. Boobs? No. Hey, we all make mistakes!
You know what’s fun about perving on the translucent dress of a professional wrestler like Kelly Kelly? We feel like if she caught us peeping her nipples like this, she would beat us to a pulp. You don’t have to find that sexy, but we most certainly do. Voyeurism with consequences.
You remember Rebecca Adlington from the Olympics, don’t you? She’s that swimmer who stunned the world in 2008 by winning two gold medals for Great Britain and took home bronzes in 2012. Well, she went to the premiere of the latest “Twilight” movie and showed everybody her two purplish-reddish-brownish medals; we’re talking about her nipples.
We know you’re down to check out her boobs and her butt, but we’re hoping you’ll also be interested in ogling the myriad muscles at work as she hangs from the twisted roots of a tree wrapped around that boulder. If you’ve been playing “Assassin’s Creed III” lately, this will make you feel like you’ve found Connor’s true love.
Angela Figueroa is a Colombian steeplechase runner who didn’t do too well during the Olympics, but the Olympics are over and Angela is ready to move on with her life. She’s not letting some competition squash her love of track and field, certainly not; she’s taking her passion to SoHo Magazine, and she’s also taking off all of her clothes.
This twenty-three year old Canadian diver recently took bronze in the Women’s Synchronised 10m Platform Final, but she hasn’t medaled in any of the solo diving events. Still, these may be some of the stiffest nipples in London, and we think the Olympic overlords (or whatever they’re called) ought to throw some gold her direction. One medal for each nipple, please.
We always wonder how revealing outfits stay on while so much crazy activity is happening. It turns out it always has, and technology has just finally caught up with it. Now that a camera is on hand at every moment with built-in nipple detectors (trust us, it’s a thing) we see that there were nipples out in professional sports all the time!
Can we really call this a nip slip? Can we call the judoka’s exposure a nip slip? Both of these moments have been revealing accidents, but we always figured nip slips were the cause of clothing or perhaps a strong wave from the ocean. These are man-made nip slips created by fists.
The media has created a lot of confusion about judo, but we think Mongolian Olympic judoka Urantsetseg Munkhbat and her peers are helping to clear it up. First and foremost, judo doesn’t involve punches and kicks, it’s all about throws and grapples. So there’s no such thing as a judo chop, but there is a judo nip slip.
Are you tired of watching the Olympics yet? It’s fine if you are; even the most sports-obsessed among us grows weary of watching long rowing races in which one team takes the lead and holds it for ten minutes. You probably want to watch something else, but you feel unpatriotic if you don’t keep up with the international sports scene. We’re here to help. How about some sports movies that go heavy on the skin?
We’re still feeling pumped up about the Olympics, and that means we spend a lot of time staring at athletes’ bodies in motion. Yes, there are many women (and men) who deserve to have their images carved in marble and placed in the pantheon of heroic hotties, but we’d like to spend a little time focusing on one babe in particular: U.S. hurdler Lolo Jones.
We love babes of all shapes and sizes, ’tis true. But there’s something about a fiercely powerful babe who could run circles around us, leave us in her wake, put us in a chokehold ’til we passed out, that makes her extra smokin’. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Summer Olympics of 2012.
What is it about an athlete’s body that inspires such awe? Even when they’re perfectly still, they exhibit grace and power that makes us want to bow down and worship them as demigods–they’re like living Greek statues. And when we see them naked, well, then, let’s just say we get really excited for the Olympics.
With the Summer Olympics charging into full gear, it’s only natural that Winter Olympians like Ms. Lindsey Vonn might be feeling a little overshadowed by their summertime counterparts. So how’s a lady like Lindsey to get some fo the limelight back on herself? Easy, friends: Instagram. (Specifically, Instagramming a picture of herself in a very sheer top. Works like a charm!).
You’ve left little to our imaginations in itty bitty skirts on the court, but when you go out for a night on the town, what kind of underthings are you serving up? Still sporty? Or ultrafeminine sexy?
Lord only knows what this legendary (former) tennis player was doing when her nipple popped out of her single-shoulder dress. We keep trying to figure out what was going on, but every time we look at this image, all we can think is, “And I-ee-iiiiii will always love yooooooooooooooooou!”
We’ve seen Caroline Wozniacki’s panties quite a few times over the years, but usually it’s because she’s playing tennis (aka the pantiest flashingest sport of all time). We don’t know why, but it seems extra special when we see her panties out in the wild. (Taxi Driver Movie)
Though we love lad mags and fashion rags, it doesn’t take an advanced degree to notice that they tend to showcase a limited range of body types (big breasted, hourglass shaped ladies for the former; super skinny types for the latter). If you happen to appreciate, say, the rippling muscles
Why are we making this field guide a 2-in-1? It’s because Serena Williams just defeated Ana Ivanovic in the US Open and will be moving onto the Women’s Quarterfinals. We’re here to remind these ladies that they’re both winners because they are both ridiculously hot. It’s rough when two of
For years, the ladies of the Lingerie Football League have been arousing and impressing us with their scantily clad skills. And apparently we’re not the only ones they’ve impressed: it seems the franchise has been successful enough to inspire a similarly scantily clad basketball league (yes, it’s called the Lingerie