Tanya Danielle - Adult Supermodel
welcome to my site
My name is Tanya Danielle and I would like to welcome you to my personal site. I am an adult actress and model living in Los Angeles. Of course I love to get naked and have sex! I invite you to join my Members' Area and enter my world of erotic debauchery. This site is for YOU. Please feel free to contact my webmaster at WEBMASTER@TANYADANIELLE.COM to make any comments or ask any questions that you might have.
photo of the day - what's new
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11.19.09
Terra's Halloween Adventures

11.17.09
In the Bedroom

11.16.09
Pink Monday

11.12.09
Titfight Queen - Part 7
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11.20.09
Mistress Tanya

11.20.09
Spellbound Secretary

11.13.09
The Hypnotherapist
announcements

11.17.09
Ready for Some Action?
I am! Click here to check out some new pics I just shot yesterday. The entire Blue Boxer gallery will be coming to my Members' Area next week!

XO Tanya





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11.11.09
Belly Fantasy #2

Predatory Lesbian Kianna Dior meets Crystal Black and Tanya Danielle at a daytime beach party. She lures the two tipsy blondes back to her place and offers them each a glass of wine. She watches as the two of them sip the beverages and smiles inwardly because she has spiked the drinks with a love potion which will make them incredibly horny. When the potion wears off the ladies will remember nothing, The Belly Fantasy #2 gallery inside Tanya's Members' Area captures the series of escapades to which Kianna subjects Crystal and Tanya over the course of the day. Kianna has an intense belly fetish so she spends a great deal of time caressing their taut bellies and inducing them to do the same to her.. (Click here for a preview.)

The full-length video Belly Fantasy #2 will be coming to DeviantDownloads.com later this month!





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11.05.09
Last Night
Late last night I got into a fight with a friend. Distraught to the point of tears I decided that I did not feel like being alone so I went to visit someone who would probably be awake. He is an artist who keeps very strange hours. Upon arrival at his home in Malibu I noticed that all of his curtains were open and all of his lights were on. It seemed odd. His empty house looked like a stage setting. I stared through the windows at his spartan furnishings and the artwork on the walls before heading towards the door. It swung open before I even had a chance to reach for the doorbell. As soon as I saw the face of the person who stood before me I knew that I had made a big mistake in going there..




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11.01.09
Over the Weekend
In addition to making a number of shockingly misguided bets on NCAA football games this weekend I also managed to create some pornography. These photos show me hard at work as I interpret scripts and figure out the best camera angles for my custom videos :)

The full Director at Work gallery will be coming to the Members' Area tomorrow!


XO Tanya





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10.29.09
Summer & Kalani

Back in the mid-nineties it seemed like I could not turn around without seeing Summer Leigh, the hot blonde in these photos. Around that time we were both dancing in Los Angeles-area clubs, doing dance contests, and shooting lots of pay-per-view specials for companies such as Hot Body International. Televised pay-per-view specials featuring scantily clad women were all the rage in those years...

Join my Members' Area to see the entire gallery of Summer and Kalani and read the rest of the story!


XO Tanya




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10.25.09
POV Lap Dance
I just added my new POV Lap Dance video to the Members' Area over the weekend. Click here for a preview!

XO Tanya




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10.22.09
Pink Haze
Click here for a preview of the Pink Haze gallery which will be coming to the Members' Area next week!

XO Tanya




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10.16.09
Unexpected Visitor
The video of my most recent fight with one Christine Dupree, Unexpected Visitor, is now playing inside the Members' Area. Don't miss out - join now to see which of us triumphs in this epic showdown! Click here to see a photo preview and to read the story behind our battle for dominance.


XO Tanya






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10.14.09
The Hypnotherapist
Los Angeles resident Tanya Danielle suffers from anxiety attacks and has lost her ability to drive on the freeway. Even the mere thought of merging onto the Interstate causes her palms to sweat, her heart to race, and her breathing to become irregular. Unfortunately for her it is nearly impossible to live in LA and navigate around the city without getting on a freeway. Finally, out of utter desperation, she decides to schedule a visit with a highly regarded hypnotherapist to help her overcome this debilitating freeway phobia. On the appointed day she arrives at the office of Dr. Rudy Wyatt. What a mistake. Dr. Wyatt takes one look at the blonde bombshell and immediately conjures up a plan to put Tanya into a deep trance so he can induce her to remove all of her clothing! These photos show Tanya blithely, unknowingly putting on a striptease show for the horny doctor...

The entire video of The Hypnotherapist will be coming to the Members' Area within the next few weeks!





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10.13.09
Interesting Episode
Earlier tonight my friend Luisa and I were hanging out at my place when my young female neighbor asked us to help jump start her friend's car. Luisa had all the equipment so she reversed her car in the street and gave him a jump start. The friend of my neighbor was a young man who did not express the least amount of gratitude. In fact, he made a few disrespectful comments while Luisa was helping him out (something about how she was coming too close to his vehicle when she pulled up in front of him and another wisecrack or two). I assumed that he was joking in a friendly manner during the proceedings because I was certain that he would politely thank her at the end. He did not. What an asshole. My neighbor did thank her and did seem abashed about the rudeness of her friend. I sit here now and hope that my young neighbor truly recognizes how inappropriately that her friend behaved.

Wow. I'm scandalized by the "younger generation". I must be getting old :)


XO Tanya





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10.12.09
Over the Weekend
I stayed busy shooting over the weekend. Click here for a preview of coming attractions. The entire Pretty in Pink gallery will be coming to the Members' Area within the next week!


XO Tanya




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10.10.09
Gameshow Contestant
Wacky emcee Valentine Acama hosts a TV game show called "Who Wants to Be a Pornstar?" Each week he has a new woman compete for money and prizes by answering trivia questions. This week Tanya Danielle is the contestant. The emcee greets her, introduces her to the TV viewers, and then explains the game show rules:

1) If Tanya answers 20 questions correctly then she will win $100,000 and a new convertible Corvette.
2) If Tanya answers any question incorrectly then she must remove a piece of her clothing.
3) The game ends if Tanya misses enough questions and winds up naked.

During the show the emcee begins cheating and does not give Tanya credit for her correct answers. He even demands that she remove pieces of clothing when she has answered questions correctly. Tanya becomes progressively agitated, but the emcee always puts her in check. He keeps reminding her about the cash and Corvette that she will win if she answers 20 questions correctly. Of course Tanya hangs in there, but at the end of the show she is completely naked and will not go home with any prizes at all. She realizes too late that she has been duped into giving a free strip show To Valentine Acama on his nationally televised show...

Join now to watch the full-length video Gameshow Contestant inside the Members' Area! (Click here for a photo preview.)




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10.05.09
Black Widow
There's a new superheroine in town!! This masked blonde crimefighter has many powerful weapons at her disposal. Her foes refer to her as the Black Widow. Join now to see the first known photos of this mysterious new seeker of justice! (Click here for a preview.)






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10.02.09
Test Drive
I drive a 1998 economy car. Doing such a thing in Los Angeles is akin to advertising the fact that you are an abject failure in life. Many people in this city judge you by what vehicle you drive. I find it amusing that they are so fixated on depreciating assets. Suffice it to say that it's been years since I've gone to a dealership and taken a car out for a test drive. This past Monday, however, I had the opportunity to do another kind of test drive. Click here to check it out.

The full gallery of my "test drive" will be inside the Members' Area on Tuesday!


XO Tanya




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09.29.09
The Watcher

I just shot these photos yesterday. You might notice a mysterious mannequin lurking in the background of some of the pics. And you might wonder what she is doing there. Hehe.. the cameraman forgot to move her before we began shooting. Someone had given him the mannequin recently and he propped her up in the corner of his living room. When I was editing the photos today I noticed that her spooky, vacant-eyed stare added a bit of intrigue to the tableau...

Join now to see The Watcher gallery in its naked entirety!


XO Tanya






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09.27.09
Girls School Sex
Click here to check out a hot scene with me and super-sexy Brandi Lyons!

XO Tanya




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09.25.09
Titfight Queen
I just added more photos from the shooting of Titfight Queen to the Members' Area. Here's the description of this latest gallery:

"The brutal fight reaches a seemingly abrupt end as Tanya breast-smothers Goldie into unconsciousness. Amazingly, however, the busty, blonde victor is not content with merely leaving her victim defeated on the ground. Instead, Tanya wakes Goldie up with vicious slaps to the face and proceeds to verbally taunt her, goading her into returning to the fight. To Tanya's astonishment Goldie summons all her remaining energy and initiates a savage round of breast-mauling... "

Join now to see the shocking photos with your own eyes. The full-length video Titfight Queen will be coming to CustomVideoTheatre.com on October 2! (Click here for a preview.)


XO Tanya




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09.22.09
New Bondage Video!
"CEO Tanya Danielle is staying in a hotel while she travels on business. She is getting dressed to go out, taking care to pick the right outfit. Clad only in a black bra and panties she puts a pair of peds on her feet and tries on several different pairs of heels. All of a sudden a masked man bursts out from inside the closet in her room. Shocked and terrified, Ms. Danielle slowly complies when he orders her to remove her lingerie. Next he demands that she put her black panties inside her mouth and close her lips. She does so and the intruder begins to wind clear tape around her head to seal her mouth shut. Afterward he shoves her roughly into a chair and binds her wrists and elbows behind her with black tape. Next he proceeds to restrain her thighs and ankles with the same tape, pulling her ankles up underneath the chair and running the tape to her wrists. The horrified CEO is completely under her attacker's control at this point and he pulls back her head so she can only look at the ceiling. He uses more tape to secure her head in this excruciating position. Ms. Danielle can only struggle in her chair and make weak mewing noises as the sadistic man now begins looking for valuables in her luggage and dresser drawers. She knows that she cannot free herself from the tight tape and with mounting alarm she wonders what the evil intruder will do to her next... "

Join my Members' Area to watch CEO in Bondage now! (Click here for a photo preview.)


XO Tanya




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09.19.09
New Auction!
Click here to check out my latest auction which contains a large assortment of my lingerie, videos, photos and magazines!

XO Tanya




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09.16.09
Ah, the good old days..
I attended an all-girls high school in Palo Alto, California. We did stuff like this all the time in the classrooms. Given my background I guess it's no surprise that I grew up and began performing in lesbian pornographic films. I wonder what the other 30 girls in my graduating class are doing these days..


XO Tanya




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09.14.09
Blue Lace
Click here to see a preview of my Blue Lace gallery. Join my Members' Area to the entire photoset of full-size images now!

XO Tanya



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09.10.09
Freezing Francesca
Tomorrow's update will be an awesome comic by artist Drake. It is entitled Freezing Francesca and features me and ravishing Francesca Le. Click here for a preview and then join my Members' Area to see the entire, full-size comic this weekend!

XO Tanya




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09.07.09
Happy Labor Day!
Finally I get a day off. When I'm not doing shoots or working online I also provide housecleaning services in LA. I have years of experience in the janitorial profession. Somehow I have outlasted most of my fellow models who have also dabbled in the trade. Jewell Marceau and Kayla Quinn quit long ago. I, however, continue to toil away in many residences around my neighborhood. Often I take pictures while I'm cleaning. In these photos I am servicing the home of one of my regular clients. Join my Members' Area to see the entire Maid Service gallery of full-size images.

Have a safe, happy Labor Day!!


XO Tanya





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09.04.09
The Bling Bracelet
Uptight housewife Tanya Danielle has discovered her husband's stash of porn and she is so enraged that she is threatening divorce. In the midst of her ranting and raving ("How can you do this to me?", "Am I not enough for you?", "I gave birth to your children and you do THIS to me?!", etc.) her desperate husband hands her a jewelry box containing a bracelet. Tanya snatches it out of his hand. When she looks at it she immediately tears into him for giving her something so cheesy. Mockingly she puts it on her wrist and prepares to insult the gift even more. All of a sudden a shrill ringing sound is heard. Tanya lurches bolt upright to her knees as if she has just been hit with an electronic cattle prod. She appears disoriented for a few moments and then in a zombie-like voice she says:

"Yes, Master. Your wish is my command."

Zombie Tanya does not know that her husband is controlling her with the magic bracelet. All she can do is follow orders. She will remember nothing after he deactivates the bracelet, but for now she unquestioningly fulfills all his requests. He instructs her to masturbate and talk dirty like a hot pornstar. She does so for a few minutes until he deactivates the bracelet. Tanya is restored to her real self and she remembers nothing of her masturbation show. She continues to berate her husband. He activates the bracelet again and instructs her to look next to the bed and find a huge, double-headed black dildo. She does so and then performs another masturbation show when he orders her to do it. Zombie Tanya stays engrossed in her performance until she explodes in the orgasm which her Master orders her to have. She then gets dressed and puts the dildo away as he instructs her to do. Afterward she kneels on the bed and listens to her Master. He informs her that he is going to pimp her out to perform masturbation shows for paying audiences.

"Yes, Master. Your wish is my command." she says.

Her Master leaves the room and deactivates the bracelet on his way out the door. Now real Tanya is back. She starts to rip into her husband again but realizes that he has vanished.

"How dare you leave when I'm talking to you, you bastard!" she screams. "I'll make you pay for this!!!!!"

Join Tanya's Members' Area to see the entire gallery of full-size images now. (Click here for a preview.) The video The Bling Bracelet will be coming to DeviantDownloads.com later this month!





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09.02.09
** ATTENTION ALL MEMBERS **
The hackers are at work again. A lot of passwords have been stolen, including my own. Fortunately we have a new system in place. If the system blocks your access to the Members' Area when you log in please visit the below page to generate a new password which will be sent to the e-mail address associated with your account:


http://www.tanyadanielle.com/new-site/support.php


You can also access this self-help system by clicking on "Support" at the bottom of this page.

Sorry for any and all trouble! Your patience and understanding is much appreciated.

XO Tanya



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08.30.09
Unexpected Visitor
This past Friday Goldie Blair and I were shooting a custom video. During a short break I went to go stretch my muscles in a corner of the boxing ring where we were filming. All of a sudden I heard a familiar voice:

"Oh, look, it's Tanya Danielle." the woman called out in a harsh, taunting tone. "Where have you been hiding your pathetic self?"

Slowly I turned to look over my shoulder and see who would dare address me in such a disrespectful manner. I found myself gazing into the malevolent brown eyes of one Christine Dupree. She was leaning casually against the ring-post in the opposite corner.

"What are you doing here?" I inquired with animosity.

"I heard that you would be shooting here today and I was curious to see for myself what kind of shape that you were in." Christine replied as her eyes went up and down my body.

I hate to admit that I felt self-conscious as she sneeringly evaluated me. Christine looked good, really good. Obviously she had been training hard during the four or five years that had elapsed since I had last run into her. I, on the other hand, could not remember the most recent time I had seen the inside of a gym. Since mid-2008 I'd been spending my days inside a strip club and my nights inside an unending bottle of Stolichnaya. The expression on Christine's face revealed her delight at how much I had deteriorated. Slowly we approached each other and began circling in the center of the ring. Christine was talking a bunch of sh*t but I don't even remember what she was saying. Without warning I flew at her and landed a vicious kick to her midsection before she could even try to protect herself.

"You'll never be able to respect yourself again after an out-of-shape alcoholic kicks your ass!!!!" I screamed at her.

These photos reflect the intense, violent nature of our subsequent fight. We were moving so fast that much of it must have looked like a blur to the small assortment of shocked bystanders on the set that day. We went back and forth, trading the upper hand so many times that my head still spins when I think of it.

Find out who won when the entire gallery of full-size images comes to my Members' Area tomorrow. The video of our brutal melee, Unexpected Visitor, will be available for download at DeviantDownloads.com in September!


XO Tanya




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08.25.09
Free Porn Anyone?
Feel like looking at some free porn today? May I suggest a few hot babes to ogle? Here are some of my favorites:

Diamond Foxxx

Brandi Edwards

Janet Mason

Francesca Le


XO Tanya




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08.24.09
Terra Danyell
The Adventures of Terra Danyell Continue!!

Terra Danyell has at last realized that her therapist, Dr. Freudenia (played by Francesca Le, is actually a villainess in disguise. Alas, she makes this discovery a bit too late as the evil doctor has succeeded in kidnapping Terra's sister superheroine, Half Moon Girl. Terra sneaks into Freudenia's lair to rescue Half Moon Girl. She is merely walking into a trap and Freudenia quickly seizes the upper hand as she grabs Terra from behind and chloroforms her. The blonde superheroine briefly loses consciousness, but is revived when Freudenia begins punching and mauling her ultra-sensitive breasts and belly. The gleeful villainess continues this vicious barrage and induces the brainwashed Half Moon Girl to assist her. Terra is far too weak to fight back and she cannot prevent the final indignities she suffers at the hands of Freudenia and Half Moon Girl. Freudenia straps on a large black dildo and proceeds to use it on the humiliated superheroine. She then holds Terra still as Half Moon Girl goes to work on her with a huge, double-headed black dildo. Finally Terra collapses to the floor and passes out and we are left to wonder whether she succumbed to shock or to ecstasy...

Join my Members' Area now to see the photos. The full-length video Adventures of Terra Danyell - Part 6 will be coming soon!

XO Tanya



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08.17.09
Venus & Me
Click here for a sexy clip of me having fun with beautiful pornstar Venus by the pool!

XO Tanya



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08.13.09
Philadelphia F*cking Eagles
So... is anyone else hoping that the Philadelphia Eagles lose every game this season? Or would it be preferable to see Michael Vick sputter and choke every time that he sets foot on the field?

No, no... none of that is appropriate. I would like to see someone force Michael Vick and his dog-fighting buddies to fight to the death while a roomful of spectators bets money and cheers as they watch the proceedings. I'll be happy to attend the event and I'll be cheering the loudest.





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08.07.09
Joe the Plumber


Barack Obama discovers a leak under his sink, so he calls Joe the Plumber to come and fix it.

Joe drives to Obama's house, which is located in a very nice neighborhood and where it's clear that all the residents make more than $250,000 per year.

Joe arrives and takes his tools into the house. Joe is led to the room that contains the leaky pipe under a sink. Joe assesses the problem and tells Obama, who is standing near the door, that it's an easy repair that will take less than 10 minutes.
Obama asks Joe how much it will cost. Joe immediately says, "$9,500."

"$9,500?" Obama asks, stunned. "But you said it's an easy repair!"

"Yes, but what I do is charge a lot more to my clients who make more than $250,000 per year so I can fix the plumbing of everybody who makes less than that for free," explains Joe. "It's always been my philosophy. As a matter of fact, I lobbied government to pass this philosophy as law, and it did pass earlier this year, so now all plumbers have to do business this way. It's known as 'Joe's Fair Plumbing Act of 2008.' Surprised you haven't heard of it."

In spite of that, Obama tells Joe there's no way he's paying that much for a small plumbing repair, so Joe leaves.

Obama spends the next hour flipping through the phone book looking for another plumber, but he finds that all other plumbing businesses listed have gone out of business. Not wanting to pay Joe's price, Obama does nothing. The leak under Obama's sink goes unrepaired for the next several days.

A week later the leak is so bad that Obama has had to put a bucket under the sink. The bucket fills up quickly and has to be emptied every hour, and there's a risk that the room will flood, so Obama calls Joe and pleads with him to return.

Joe goes back to Obama's house, looks at the leaky pipe, and says "Let's see – this will cost you about $21,000."

"A few days ago you told me it would cost $9,500!" Obama quickly fires back.

Joe explains the reason for the dramatic increase. "Well, because of the 'Joe's Fair Plumbing Act,' a lot of rich people are learning how to fix their own plumbing, so there are fewer of you paying for all the free plumbing I'm doing for the people who make less than $250,000. As a result, the rate I have to charge my wealthy paying
customers rises every day.

"Not only that, but for some reason the demand for plumbing work from the group of people who get it for free has skyrocketed, and there's a long waiting list of those who need repairs. This has put a lot of my fellow plumbers out of business, and they're not being replaced – nobody is going into the plumbing business because they know they won't make any money. I'm hurting now too – all thanks to
greedy rich people like you who won't pay their fair share."

Obama tries to straighten out the plumber: "Of course you're hurting, Joe! Don't you get it? If all the rich people learn how to fix their own plumbing and you refuse to charge the poorer people for your services, you'll be broke, and then what will you do?"

Joe immediately replies, "Run for president, apparently."


(Thanks for sending this to me, Sean!)


XO Tanya


 


 


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08.04.09
Stripper Bondage
"36DD Tanya Danielle dances four nights a week at Larry's Rack Shack. Usually she prefers to make most of her money on stage, but she does give the occasional lap dance. On a particular Thursday night she makes the bad decision to accept $20 from one Lenny Hagolapapian to dance a song for him. Lenny is a difficult customer. He objects to her no-contact-allowed rule and demands a refund when the song ends. Tanya flatly refuses to give him back his money and then walks away from him without a backward glance. Inwardly she dismisses him as just another creepy customer with a unibrow and a bad attitude - she has dealt with a lot of other jerks like him over the years. Unfortunately for her Lenny turns out to be an international terrorist highly skilled in kidapping and torture techniques. Somehow he manages to outwit the crack security staff at the bar and remove Tanya from the premises on this very same night. She struggles and screams with terror from inside the soundproofed trunk of Lenny's grey, innocuous-looking 1992 Honda Accord as he transports her to a remote location. Of course no one can hear her cries for help during this 2-hour journey. Upon arrival at Lenny's hideout the terrorist pulls her from the trunk and forces her inside a little cottage that has a deceptively pleasant exterior. Tanya is still wearing her metallic purple bikini and 7-inch platform heels. She knows that she must escape this madman, but he gives her no opportunity to flee before he begins tightly restraining her with lengths of coarse brown rope... "

What will this sadistic predator do to her?? Join Tanya's Members' Area to see all the shocking photos of her horrifying encounter right now. (Click here for a preview.) Find out her fate when Stripper Bondage the movie comes to CustomVideoTheatre.com later this month!





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08.03.09
Gameshow Contestant

I had always wanted to compete on a gameshow. Somehow I never thought that it would turn out quite like this...


XO Tanya


 


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08.03.09
Drunken Brawl
Yes, Jewell and I got into it again. You can see the evidence in today's Photo of the Day. There is no stopping two hot-tempered, drunken women when they have a disagreement - no matter how trivial the issue at hand may be...

Join my Members' Area to see this disturbing catfight in its entirety now!


XO Tanya



 

07.30.09
Catwoman vs. Bruiser

In today's Photo of the Day the nefarious Catwoman seizes the upper hand in her vicious battle with superheroine Bruiser (AKA Stacy Burke.) Join my Members' Area to see this Catwoman vs. Bruiser gallery in its brutal entirety now!


XO Tanya


 


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07.30.09
Unbelievable

Earlier this week I was writing something here about LA's skid row area. A few moments ago I just came across this article and could not believe my eyes.


XO Tanya


 


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07.29.09
Private Training
Today's Photo of the Day, featuring me and Alexis Taylor, is from the Private Training series which is available for download at DeviantDownloads.com!


XO Tanya






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07.27.09
Random thoughts..

Gotta run out the door.. no time for full sentences, but I've got something on my mind. Recently members and I have been discussing the various aspects of homelessness and poverty in LA. Of course the infamous skid row area was prominent in our posts. Last week the dead body of a young, white highschool student - Lily Burke - was discovered on skid row. I just listened to part of a press conference on the radio in which various police detectives discussed the investigation which lead to the arrest of her suspected killer. A politician was at the conference too. In the beginning someone announced all the detectives who participated in the investigation. I think there were about ten of them. Someone made reference to how they "left no stone unturned" as they hunted for the killer. The whole thing seemed like a huge media circus. I found it to be somewhat offensive. Of course Ms. Burke's death is a horrendous tragedy. But there are SO MANY horrendous tragedies that unfold on skid row each week. Her death is receiving an overwhelming amount of coverage because she happened to be a young, white woman from an upper-middle-class family. Several different police agencies and an entire team of police officers coordinated their efforts to find her killer. I would bet my life that most deaths on LA's skid row are barely investigated at all.


And? What's my conclusion? No time for much in-depth thinking cuz I'm late for an appt., but I would hope that our city government will devote more resources to helping the homeless on skid row. If they can devote a dozen officers to investigate one murder then maybe they can devote more manpower to trying to assist other individuals with finding jobs, homes, food etc.


 


 


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07.23.09
Sexfight!
Today's Photo of the Day was taken during the shooting of
Ashley Renee vs. Tanya Danielle - Sexfight!. Click here for a preview of the movie. It is available for download at CustomVideoTheatre.com!


XO Tanya





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07.20.09
A Tale of Thwarted Romance
She stands breathless at the threshold of her bedroom, waiting for her lover to approach. He slowly moves toward her as he loosens his necktie and sheds his crisply tailored jacket. They stare into each other's eyes. The anticipation builds, poised as they are on the very brink of untold ecstasy. All of a sudden they hear footsteps. The unexpected noise jerks them back to reality. Puzzled, the woman casts a nervous glance around the room and the man flinches involuntarily. Then, without preamble or introduction, an intruder strides boldly across the foyer where the couple are standing.

Who IS this little black man??

Yep, that was the situation last Tuesday as I was preparing to shoot my first boy/girl scene ever. An old friend came by to stop me. You can see him in the last of these photos.

Hehehe... guess that XXX video will just have to wait. Nonetheless, I shot lots of other stuff this past week. Click here and here and here to check some of it out. All these new galleries will be coming to my Members' Area soon!

XO Tanya



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07.19.09
Password Problems Fixed

Good news! The password problems have been addressed. Thanks to all members for your patience. Please contact webmaster@tanyadanielle.com if you continue to experience any problems at all :)


XO Tanya


 


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07.18.09
Attention All Members!!

*** NOTICE TO ALL MEMBERS ***


The password security system for the Members' Area seems to have gone haywire and is blocking most members from entering. We are working on it right now and hope to have the situation remedied very soon. I am very sorry for the inconvenience.


By the way, I was able to unblock my own password and enter the Members' Area. I checked the bulletin board. Yesterday I had posted a message about an ill-fated date I had last night. One member, who identified himself only as "Guest", responded to my words. "Guest", I really appreciate your message and I want you to know that you absolutely made my day. Actually, I think you have made my entire month.


XO Tanya


 


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07.15.09
Yesteryear

What were you doing on this day last year? Usually I can never answer questions like that. Quite often I cannot remember what I was doing yesterday. Today, however, I was editing some photos and came across this gallery which I shot on July 15, 2008. I know this because I labelled it "July152008". Wow, the years keep flying by more and more quickly. It seems like I just shot those photos about three months ago.


You can see the entire Late for Class gallery by getting access to my Members' Area now!


XO Tanya


 


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07.09.09
New Galleries!

Click here for a preview of my new Sexual Defilement gallery.


Click here for a preview of my new Blue Beanie gallery.


Click here for a preview of my new Stripper Fantasy gallery.


Click here for a preview of my new Demise of a Stripper gallery.


Join TanyaDanielle.com to see all of these photsets of full-size images (plus thousands more) inside the Members' Area now!


 


XO Tanya


 


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07.04.09
Independence Day

Happy 4th of July!!


XO Tanya


 


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06.30.09
Purple Bikini
I shot these photos late in 2008 for a yearly calendar put out by the club where I dance. You can buy the 2009 Wild Goose calendar only at the Wild Goose topless sports bar in Inglewood, California. Click here to check out their website. I just added the full Purple Bikini gallery to the Members' Area!


XO Tanya




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06.29.09
Check out "The Ordeal of Agent Tanya"

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Agent Tanya Danielle is sleeping in bed wearing only a bra and panties when a masked man enters her room. He throws the sheets off her, picks her up, and then drops her onto her stomach on the other side of the bed. Tanya grimaces in pain as he roughly ties her hands behind her back crossways. She protests indignantly and the intruder muffles her cries by gagging her with a tight cleave gag. After tying her ankles he proceeds to throw the incapacitated spy over his shoulder and transport her to a remote location. He briefly leaves her alone there, bound and helpless, but Tanya is determined to escape. She struggles to her feet and hops around desperately, searching for any means by which she can summon help or free herself from the brutally tight ropes. Buy this chilling video at CustomVideoTheatre.com to find out what happens when her sadistic captor returns!


 


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06.26.09
I spend most of my time in bed..

Click here for a preview of my new For the Taking gallery.


Click here for a preview of my new Waiting for You! gallery.


I just added both photosets to the Members' Area this week. Don't miss out - join now to see all 200 of these exclusive, full-size images from a couple of my latest updates!


XO Tanya


 


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06.23.09
Sent by my friend Sean...

This is a very exciting new program that I will explain using the Q and A format:

Q: What is an Economic Stimulus Payment?
A: It is money the federal government will send to taxpayers.

Q: Where will the government get this money?
A: From taxpayers.


Q: So the government is giving me back my own money?
A: No, they are borrowing it from China. Your children are expected to repay the Chinese .

Q: What is the purpose of this payment ?
A: The plan is that you will use the money to purchase a high-definition TV set, thus    stimulating the economy.

Q: But isn't that stimulating the economy of China?
A: Shut up .

Below is some helpful advice on how to best help the US economy by spending your stimulus check wisely:

If you spend that money at Wal-Mart, all the money will go to China .
If you spend it on gasoline it will go to Hugo Chavez, the Arabs and Al Qaeda
If you purchase a computer it wil go to Taiwan .
If you purchase fruit and vegetables it will go to Mexico, Honduras, and Guatemala (unless you buy organic ).
If you buy a car it will go to Japan and Korea .
If you purchase prescription drugs it will go to India
If you purchase heroin it will go to the Taliban in Afghanistan
If you give it to a charitable cause, it will go to Nigeria .

And none of it will help the American economy .

We need to keep that money here in America...

You can keep the money in America by spending it at yard sales, going to baseball games, golfing at your favorite course, downloading pornographic films, visiting a local prostitute, drinking domestic beer and wine, or getting a tattoo since these are the only businesses still in the US.


 


 


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06.22.09
Summertime

Click here to see a preview of the new Red and Black gallery which I recently added to the Members' Area!


XO Tanya


 


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06.19.09
Father's Day

Yesterday I showed up at the John Wayne Cancer Institute for an appointment. My gynecologist had referred me to a specialist there after finding a lump in my armpit next to my left breast. After I handed my insurance card to the receptionist she asked me a series of questions and entered my responses into a computer with her rapid-fire typing. She got my name, address, birthdate, place of birth, and phone numbers before asking me to name my next of kin. "I don't have any family." I told her. Her fingers paused in the air above her keyboard and she looked up at me with an odd, questioning expression. "Can I just give you the name of a friend?" I inquired. She nodded her assent, typed in the name and contact information for one of my friends, and then finished obtaining the rest of the data that she needed from me. Afterward she told me to find a seat in the waiting area. I sat there for a while. Another patient approached me and asked my name. I told her. She seemed delighted. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "I saw your name on the sign-in sheet and you have the same name as one of my closest friends. She is just a wonderful person!" We chatted for a minute and established that I was not related to her friend. She departed and I tried to read my book. I had trouble concentrating because I was nervous about seeing the doctor and thoughts of my family - with whom I have not had any contact in years - kept popping into my head. My mind turned specifically to my father, maybe because Father's Day is this Sunday. He is dead and we can never settle our differences. Ten days ago I sat at home writing about him because that was the anniversary of his death. I am posting those words below on the off-chance that someone reading this might feel moved to make peace with their father or with their child before it is too late. My chance is gone and it is a horrible feeling. Here is what I wrote on June 9 of this year:


Nine years ago today I was shooting a catfight video with Amber Michaels for CaliforniaWildcats.com. We finished the shoot in the late afternoon and I drove to my friend Jimmy's apartment. He wasn't home yet so I made a few phone calls while pacing around on the sidewalk in front of his building. That is when I learned that my father had passed on about 45 minutes earlier. The details were sad. Even the hospice worker was shocked by how hard my father had struggled to stay alive after experiencing a heart attack. My aunt and my mother were with him. None of his four children were present. Later on my mother commented on how afraid he was to die. "He really thought that he was going to Hell." she told me a few nights after his death. As soon as she had uttered those words an image of the gold St. Christopher medal he wore on a chain around his neck popped into my mind. I don't think he ever took it off. He had worn that medal ever since I had known him. Actually, I did not really know him at all. He and my mother stayed married for decades and ostensibly we all lived in the same home until I left when I was a teenager. Yet Bob did not come home much because he was a very busy man. He occupied himself with working, duck hunting, and partying with his girlfriends. As an adult I now realize that he easily could have carried on extramarital affairs without his ten-year-old daughter knowing about it, but he made little effort to hide his philandering ways. I remember exactly when I found out about his extramarital activities. It bothered me a great deal, particularly since he was so obvious about it, so totally indifferent to the feelings of his wife and children.


When I was 23 years old I spoke to my father on the phone and sputtered something about how all of his cheating had left me with an inability to trust men at all. He replied that all men cheat because they need variety and that I should just accept it. According to him no man could be satisfied by one woman because one woman could never provide variety. Variety. That word has haunted me for a while. If I was to believe my father then I would realize that it doesn't matter how smart a woman is, how kind she is, how pretty she is, how successful she is, how funny she is, how sexy she is, how great a mother she is, or anything else that she is because he is still going to cheat on her.


My father and I were never close. When I was quite young I remember telling him that I loved him and he pretended that he did not hear me. Another time he told me that men who spent time with their families were "fags". We did not have many conversations, but his contempt for family life - and for women in general - became very self-evident over the years. It burned its way into my soul. A normal girl probably would not have felt it or cared about it as much as I did. Unfortunately my mother hated me so I never developed any type of connection with her either. I think she had hoped my birth would save her marriage, turn that ill-fated union into the loving relationship which she craved. Of course that did not transpire. Children do not save marriages, but she had pinned her hopes on me and I had failed her. I remember feeling her contempt and resentment from the earliest days of my childhood. Since I lacked loving parents it probably would have been natural for me to develop an attachment to another family member or maybe some type of mentor. That did not happen. Instead I taught myself to read when I was four years old, buried my nose in books, and tried to shut out the real world. When I entered school I quickly became the class loser - the kid everyone made fun of - because I was painfully shy, dressed like a geek, and had no social skills whatsoever. That persisted for years. School was a nightmare. I braced myself each day to face a new round of cruel teasing and vicious ridicule. My parents told me I was weak when I cried about going to school. They did try to get me counseling, but the psychologist was completely unsuitable. He had provided "therapy" to my mother for years, but also went duck hunting with my father. He was not the least bit objective about anything. In fact, he was incredibly judgmental about everything. It all seems so crazy now.


In my early adulthood I became something of a zombie, feeling very little emotion and never expressing any of it. Then in 1999 I went to visit my parents after many years of not seeing them. My father was dying of lung cancer and I wanted to make peace with both him and my mother. It went badly, in large part because they strongly disapproved of my work in the adult industry. My father told me that I was no longer his daughter and he wanted me to let him "die in peace." After he uttered those hideous words I fled from the room, sobbing hysterically. A short time later a car arrived to take me to the airport. As I prepared to depart I stood in the doorway and looked over to the leather chair where my father was sitting in his living room. "I love you." I called out through my tears. He reclined back in his chair so he would not have to look at me, laced his fingers behind his head, and did not say a word as he stared at the ceiling. That was the last time I ever saw him. The news of his death on June 9, 2000 effectively extinguished any hope of a reconciliation. And that's when the embers started to smolder inside of me. About six years later they began burning and I was fully engulfed in rage: rage against my father, rage against my mother, and rage over how they had treated me.


Now, nine years after his death, I see things more clearly than I ever have. As I quench the flames of anger that have been roaring inside of me I see that my parents had major issues of their own and were just not equipped to give me any emotional support. I think that my father may have loved me in his own way even though I was low on his list of priorities. My mother's hatred of me stems from her own personal demons. She suffered in her childhood and she just could not pick through her own twisted emotions and find any love for me. So why am I writing this on the anniversary of my father's death? I guess I just need to expunge it from my gut. This is the first year that I have ever felt myself leaning toward forgiveness.


 


 


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06.15.09
A Birthday Story

"Last week was my birthday and I didn't feel very well waking up on that morning.  I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, "Happy Birthday!", and possibly have a small present for me.  As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone "Happy Birthday."  I thought...  Well, that's marriage for you, but the kids... They will remember.  My kids came bounding downstairs to breakfast and didn't say a word. So when I left for the office, I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.  As I walked into my office, my secretary Jane said, "Good Morning Boss, and by the way "Happy Birthday !" It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.  I worked until one o'clock , when Jane knocked on my door and said, "You know, It's such a beautiful day outside, and it is your Birthday, what do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me."  I said, "Thanks, Jane, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Let's go !"  We went to lunch. But we didn't go where we normally would go. She chose instead at a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.  On the way back to the office, Jane said, "You know, It's such a beautiful day... We don't need to go straight back to the office, do we ?"  I responded, "I guess not. What do you have in mind ?" She said, "Let's drop by my apartment, it's just around the corner." After arriving at her apartment, Jane turned to me and said, "Boss, if you don't mind, I'm going to step into the bedroom for just a moment. I'll be right back." "Ok." I nervously replied.  She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out carrying a huge birthday cake ... Followed by my wife, my kids, and dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing "Happy Birthday". And I just sat there....  On the couch... Naked."

 

 

XO Tanya

 

 

 

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06.14.09
New Photos

I have been busy shooting lately. Click here to see a preview of a photoset I shot last Thursday. The entire gallery of full-size images will be coming to the Members' Area soon!


XO Tanya


 


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06.08.09
Now Playing Inside the Members' Area:
Bound

Running Time: 105 minutes

Released: 07/2008

Studio: Wicked Pictures

Director: Michael Raven

Stars: Stormy Daniels, Diana Doll, Gianna Lynn, Jay Huntington, Roxy DeVille, Marcus London

Lily's (Stormy Daniels) passionless existence comes to an end with the passing of her elderly husband. However, an unsatisfied need burns inside her. Enter Garrett (Tony DeSergio), his dominant persona leads Lily into erotic worlds of the forbidden and taboo, where she explores decadent fantasies that push her sexual limits.

Bound will be playing inside the Members' Area throughout the entire month of June. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya



 

06.03.09
Demise of a Secretary
"If you look like a bimbo, dress like a bimbo, and smile a lot people will assume that you are a bimbo. 36DD Tanya Danielle knows this. She does not necessarily act like a bimbo, but people draw their conclusions based on her appearance. She works as a secretary for the J. Row Corp. and everyone in the office just assumes that she got her job by sucking off the boss. Little do they know that she is a business mastermind who has actively been embezzling millions of dollars from the company. Soon she will depart for a foreign country and live off her ill-gotten gains, never to be seen on American soil again. On a particular day Tanya returns home from work and pours herself a glass of wine. She reclines in her chair and ponders the future. How soon will she leave the US? How much money is enough? 6 million? 10 million? She chuckles to herself. All of a sudden she feels an odd tingling sensation in her gut. It spreads upward to her throat. Within minutes her whole body seems to be on fire. Her body convulses as waves of pain rack her midsection. She knows with utter certainty that someone has poisoned her wine, but there is nothing she can do to halt her untimely demise. As she draws in her final breath she wonders which of her enemies will assume her identity and access her offshore accounts.. "

Demise of a Secretary will be playing at DeviantDownloads.com soon! (Click here for a photo preview.)






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05.28.09
Khaki Fantasy

Click here for a preview of my new Khaki Fantasy gallery. I will be adding it to the Members' Area soon!


XO Tanya


 


 


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05.26.09
Photo of the Day

Here's the story behind today's POTD:


"Fetish model/pornstar Shannon Kelly placed an ad for a personal assistant on Craig's List. Former stripper and highschool dropout Tanya Danielle applied for the job. Shannon hired her on the spot and Tanya was absolutely thrilled. Within days Shannon began making lewd comments and groping Tanya during work hours. Meek, compliant, undereducated Tanya did not know what to do about this sexual harassment. She was not a lesbian, but she also knew that she would have trouble scoring another $7 an hour job if she quit. Tanya simply endured the lecherous advances of her employer. Eventually, however, something interesting happened: Tanya began enjoying the sexual encounters so much that she decided that she would never bother dating another man again!"


Join now to see the Sexual Harassment gallery in its stunning entirety!


XO Tanya


 


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05.25.09
Memorial Day

Memorial Day is yet another day to remember the brave American soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the USA, their homeland and its citizens. We enjoy our freedom because of their courage.


Have a safe holiday!


XO Tanya


 


 


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05.20.09
Yesterday at Work

Click here to see a preview of the new Blue Beanie gallery which I shot yesterday. It will be coming to my Members' Area soon!


XO Tanya


 


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05.18.09
Captain Kirk's Assistant
Captain Kirk has a new assistant and she has discovered a variety of uses for her company-issued phaser. Click here for a preview. The entire gallery of full-size images will be coming to the Members' Area soon!

XO Tanya




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05.12.09
"I was on a raft and the wind was blowing.. "

Reigning Miss Caliornia Carrie Prejean claims that she did not willingly pose for the topless photos just released by TMZ.com this morning. She states that she was standing on a cliff and the wind was blowing so her breasts were accidentally exposed. I believe her. Carrie and I have a lot in common because something similar happened to me when I first started modeling. Years ago a photographer hired me to pose in a bikini for a print ad. He requested that I not wear a top because I could conceal my breasts against the plastic raft in which I was floating. I naively agreed to do this because he promised not to snap any photos if my nipples inadvertantly became visible. Suffice it to say that he did not keep his word. These photos capture the sequence of events that lead to my downfall. When my raft began to capsize the cameraman evidently took numerous topless shots of me as I fell into the water. I did not realize this so I merely climbed back onto the raft and continued posing. After the shoot ended one of the crew members informed me of the photographer's betrayal. I was scandalized! In the last few photos you can first see the consternation in my face and then read the dejectedness in my posture as I slink away into the wilderness.

Ultimately the photographer published a series of topless photos of me. People did not understand what had really happened. They even assumed that the photos with my ass in the air were intended to be sexually provocative. Nothing could have been further from the truth. It was all an accident. Yet I knew that I could never prove it - my reputation was ruined. Consequently I decided to start performing in hardcore pornographic films since my life was already shattered.

Hehehe... just kidding. Nonetheless, I heard Miss California's explanation for her topless photos this morning and I could not help but chuckle. One can only hope that she will eventually see the light and go the direction of former Miss USA Kelli McCarty.


XO Tanya




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05.10.09
New Stuff

Click here to see a preview of my new Purple Bikini gallery.


Click here to see a preview of my new New Sheriff in Town gallery.


Click here to see a preview of my new Rendezvous gallery.


All these photosets will be coming to the Members' Area soon!


XO Tanya


 


 


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05.09.09
Vacationing with the Senator

Today's Photo of the Day was taken during the shooting of Vacationing with the Senator:


"36DD Tanya Danielle is on vacation with Senator Brian Smith. She does her best to keep him stimulated during every minute of their secret rendezvous. Both Tanya and the Senator love when she wears silky, full-back panties so she models numerous pairs of panties for his enjoyment and then gives him a sultry lap dance.To get him completely aroused she masturbates through her panties as she encourages him to stroke his cock. Just as the Senator is about to explode Tanya vanishes into the bathroom, only to return in silk, flesh-colored lingerie and sheer nude stockings. She models this outrageously sexy outfit and then whips out a gigantic, double-headed black dildo so she can demonstrate exactly how she wants Senator Smith to fuck her!"
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Buy Vacationing with the Senator at CustomVideoTheatre.com now!


XO Tanya


 


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05.05.09
Check out my new galleries...

Click here for a preview of my new White Bikini gallery.


Click here to see a preview of the new My Blue Bra gallery.


Don't miss out on these and the many hundreds of other photosets and videos that I have been amassing in the Members' Area since 2003!


XO Tanya


 


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05.04.09
Alexis in Charge

That is one Alexis Taylor beating the crap out of me in today's Photo of the Day. She and I have tangled often. Join now to see the Alexis in Charge gallery in all of its brutal entirety!


XO Tanya


 


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04.29.09
Mercedes in Charge

New at CustomVideoTheatre.com:


After seeing Tanya Danielle's photos on an escort site wealthy CEO Mercedes Ashley instructs the agency to send the blonde to her hotel room. Upon arrival Tanya is shocked to discover that her client is a woman. Mercedes orders her to strip. Tanya complies, but does so with a cocky air, even going so far as to comment that she will have to consider what parameters she wishes to set for this unusual encounter. Mercedes merely laughs and informs Tanya that she will do exactly as she is ordered. Tanya's mouth falls open in shock, but Mercedes proves to be correct. Soon Tanya's red lipstick is smeared all over Mercedes' delectable asshole after Mercedes removes her robe and instructs Tanya to worship every centimeter of her perfect body... (This awesome clip also contains a bonus interview with Mercedes!)
 
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Buy Mercedes in Charge at CustomVideoTheatre.com now!


 


XO Tanya


 


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04.28.09
Men's Undershorts
The other day I was shooting at a hotel. I happened to open one of the drawers in the nighttable and find a pair of sweaty, well-worn men's boxer shorts. After sniffing and chewing on them for awhile I decided to put them on and shoot a few photos. Just kidding. I actually have a habit of wearing oversized clothes because they are comfortable and, also, I never get fully dressed if I can avoid it. Click here for a preview of my new Red Silk Boxers gallery. It will be coming to the Members' Area soon!

XO Tanya




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04.24.09
Miss USA Kelli McCarty

I have long had a guilty pleasure that I have kept secret. No, it's not sportsbetting, past drug use, or heavy drinking. I've always spoken very openly about all that stuff. Yet there's something I've kept in the closet all these years - something deeper, darker, and stupider than any of my other current and former guilty pleasures...


I love beauty pageants!!


Oh, yes.. the beribboned beauties, the excitement, the swimsuits, the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat hidden behind a frozen smile, the redoubtable judges, the cheesy hosts, the talent competition, the former beauty queens in attendance, the tense audience members, the scholarships, the protesters, the hypocrisy - I love it all! The sheer, unadulterated foolishness of the whole pageant spectacle has captivated me since I was a little kid. It never gets old. Hot chicks strut around in bathing suits and pretend that they only want scholarships. Why can't they just admit that they want attention, exposure, and the opportunity to flaunt the fact that they are sexy babes? Would it be so wrong to tell the truth?


Imagine my excitement at discovering that one former Miss USA has decided to drop all the pretense. Kelli McCarty has made a hardcore pornographic video. Yes! I love it when members of beauty pageant royalty fall from grace, when they discard the whole charade of being chaste virgins who only aspire to attend college and do charitable work.


Click here to see Ms. McCarty in XXX action!


XO Tanya


 


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04.23.09
Deflecting Bullets

"DETROIT (Reuters) – A 57-year-old Detroit woman avoided serious injury when the underwire on her bra deflected a bullet shot at her from next door, police said.

The woman, who lives on the West side of Detroit, saw a group of men breaking into a neighbor's house on Tuesday morning. When the men spotted her, one of them fired a shot at her, a police spokesman said.

The bullet struck the underwire on the woman's bra and that saved her from a more serious injury, police said.

"It did slow the bullet down," said Detroit police spokesman Phillip Cook. "She sustained injuries but they're not life threatening."

The woman, who was not identified, was treated at a nearby hospital. The suspects in the shooting drove away."

Wow, I would have felt a lot safer on the job if I'd known to wear a bullet-deflecting underwire bra back when I was with the Los Angeles Police Department. As it happened people were always pointing guns at me. In this photo Mistress Kianna Dior was threatening me with a gun so she could force me into a life of sexual slavery. That's how I ended up doing porn in the first place. The LAPD brass kicked me off the force when they found out about my first XXX film.


XO Tanya




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04.22.09
Warmup
In today's Photo of the Day I am at the gym preparing for a really intense workout. Join now to see the Workout Ball gallery in its entirety!


XO Tanya



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04.20.09
Behind-the-Scenes

Click here to see a preview of today's new Behind-the-Scenes gallery!


XO Tanya


 


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04.18.09
The Wasted Years

From 1994 until the end of 1999 I was addicted to prescription drugs. I had four different medications prescribed by one doctor and was taking about ten pills a day. A few years ago I wrote this about my psychiatrist. I often think about that period of my life as the "lost years".


Yesterday I had a conversation that prompted me to coin a phrase for some of the other years in my past. My friend Lydia was doing my makeup for a shoot and our conversation turned to a dark topic. She mentioned that her ex-husband, the father of her two children, had infected her with a sexually transmitted disease after returning from a weekend out of town.


"I remember the night he got home so well. I had the fireplace going and had made him a really nice dinner." she said and then paused, obviously pushing back some emotion that lingered several decades after the chain of events had actually transpired. "I mean.. he was my husband.. he was my husband and I was making him a nice dinner because I had missed him while he was gone.. "


She stopped talking then because I knew exactly what she was saying, she knew exactly what she meant, but twenty years later she still felt a bit foolish and used and angry and vulnerable and vengeful and humiliated because she had blithely, unsuspectingly been planning a fun homecoming evening and cooking a wonderful meal for the man she loved who had just spent his weekend having sex with someone else. I've been in her shoes and, although I've never been married, I know exactly how it feels.


It makes you feel fucking stupid even though it shouldn't.


Oh, yeah, baby. When someone cheats the truth almost always comes out sooner or later. It's worse when it comes out later because you inevitably spend a bunch of time replaying various events in your head and wondering how you possibly could have been so clueless. Maybe it was months that you had no inkling. Maybe it was years. In my case it was years. Those are my Wasted Years. The happy memories hurt the most. Actually, I should say that they are the memories that used to be happy. You know, those occasions that you used to smile about: the times the two of you felt really connected as a couple and were relishing the intimacy of your relationship. Well, it turned out that only one of you was feeling that way because the other one was too busy lying and cheating to really care about any type of real unity.


I stayed with one guy for years because I did not realize he was cheating on me. I would have left him immediately if I had just known about it. As it turned out I discovered the truth - everyone else knew long before me - after we had been together for a significant period of time. I ended the relationship.


Of course I recognize that those Wasted Years were not entirely wasted. I had many experiences that had nothing to do with him. I grew, changed, and learned a lot. Also, my ex-lover did bring some good things into my life. Yet I just can't escape the feeling that I wasted a big chunk of precious time with him - time I could have spent on my own without pouring a lot of effort into an ill-fated relationship or time I could have spent with someone much more worthwhile...


Read more on the Members' Blog right now!


 


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04.17.09
Everyone's a Milf

I've written here a few times about how some of my friends and I wonder why every woman over 25 is now classified as a "Milf". Well, now the Milf category has evidently been expanded to include every woman over 18. Click here to check out a Milf who looks like she might have graduated from high school last year.


Have a great weekend!


XO Tanya


 


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04.13.09
Finally an explanation that I can understand..

 

For those who know what a Derivative Market is and for those who don't.

Here's an explanation of the present state of our economy...


 


Derivative Markets: An Understandable Explanation


 


Heidi is the proprietor of a bar in Detroit . In order to increase sales, she decides to allow her loyal customers - most of whom are unemployed alcoholics - to drink now but pay later.


 

She keeps track of the drinks consumed on a ledger (thereby granting the customers loans). Word gets around about Heidi's "drink now - pay later" marketing strategy and, as a result, increasing numbers of customers flood into Heidi's bar and soon she has the largest sale volume for any bar in Detroit .


 


By providing her customers freedom from immediate payment demands Heidi gets no resistance when she substantially increases her prices for wine and beer, the most consumed beverages. Her sales volume increases massively.


 

A young and dynamic vice-president at the local bank recognizes these customer debts as valuable future assets and increases Heidi's borrowing limit. He sees no reason for undue concern since he has the debts of the alcoholics as collateral.


 

At the bank's corporate headquarters, expert traders transform these customer loans into DRINKBONDS, ALKIBONDS and PUKEBONDS. These securities are then traded on security markets worldwide. Naive investors don't really understand that the securities being sold to them as AAA secured bonds are really the debts of unemployed alcoholics. Nevertheless, their prices continuously climb, and the securities become the top-selling items for some of the nation's leading brokerage houses.


 

One day, although the bond prices are still climbing, a risk manager at the bank (subsequently fired due to his negativity), decides that the time has come to demand payment on the debts incurred by the drinkers at Heidi's bar.

 


Heidi demands payment from her alcoholic patrons, but being unemployed they cannot pay back their drinking debts. Therefore, Heidi cannot fulfill her loan obligations and claims bankruptcy.


 


DRINKBOND and ALKIBOND drop in price by 90 %. PUKEBOND performs better, stabilizing in price after dropping by 80 %. The decreased bond asset value destroys the banks liquidity and prevents it from issuing new loans.


 

The suppliers of Heidi's bar, having granted her generous payment extensions and also having invested in the securities, are faced with writing off her debt and losing over 80% on her bonds. Her wine supplier claims bankruptcy and her beer supplier is taken over by a competitor who immediately closes the local plant and lays off 50 workers.


 

The bank and brokerage houses are saved by the Government following dramatic, round-the-clock negotiations by leaders from both political parties. The funds required for this bailout are obtained by a tax levied on employed middle-class non-drinkers.


 

 

(Thank you for e-mailing me this, Sean!)

 

 

XO Tanya

 

 

 

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04.05.09
New Auction!

"Supermodel & XXX Film Star Tanya Danielle's Worn and Owned White/Pink String Bikini Top and Bottoms (as shown being modeled here by Tanya!), an X-Clusive CD of Tanya modeling the bikini is a number of different poses autographed by Tanya, the 2009 Wall Calendar featuring Tanya on the cover modeling the very bikini you will receive autographed in real ink by Tanya, eight different 8 X 10s (some topless and bottomless!) autographed by Tanya in real ink, and 5 different XXX magazines (straight from Tanya's personal collectoin!) featuring Tanya autographed by Tanya, and a bonus XXX boxcover featuring Tanya & Penthouse Pet Taylor Wane autographed by both stars! Direct from Tanya's Bedroom to Your Doorstep!"


Click here to view the auction!


XO Tanya


 


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03.30.09
New Photos

Click here to see a preview of my brand new Red Mesh gallery!


XO Tanya




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03.27.09
The Schoolyard Bully

Many people can probably remember a schoolyard bully from their childhood. Perhaps they sometimes wonder what happened to this seemingly omnipotent individual who inflicted so much terror on so many. Does he occupy a position of power somewhere in the dirty corporate world? Did she drink herself to death? Is he working in the paint department at Home Depot? Is she a schoolteacher? Is this person writing traffic tickets for a living? If you grew up in a big city then you probably have no way of knowing. Similarly, if you left your hometown for another city then you also may not have the access to the info. I have no idea what happened to the bullies from my youth. My friend Luisa, however, grew up in a small suburb of Los Angeles, still lives there, and continues to socialize with many of her childhood buddies. Recently she was showing me some old class photos that spanned from grade school to high school. The faces of all the kids in her fifth grade class smiled up at me from their page in history. All except one of them, that is. Someone had taken a ballpoint pen and savagely scribbled all over the head of one little girl.

"Why did you do that?" I asked Luisa.

"She was my archenemy back then." Luisa said. "I hated her and feared her. She made my life a living Hell. She lived in the building next door to mine. I used to climb out my bedroom window instead of walking out the front door just so Alexis wouldn't know that I was going anywhere. I was scared to death of her. Then one day I beat her up and we became friends."

I smiled and peered down at the young girl's photo again. It really held my attention for some reason. Although it was difficult to discern her features through all the pen marks I felt a strange stirring in my gut. Why? I didn't grow up in LA or go to school here. Why would some little kid look familiar to me?

"What did you say her name was?" I asked Luisa.

"Alexis." she responded. "Alexis Taylor."

All the little hairs stood up on the back of my neck.

"Alexis Taylor?!" I shrieked.

"Yeah, why?" Luisa asked, a bit startled by my reaction. "Do you know her?"

"Yes, we've worked together tons of times, but we haven't gotten along well in recent years." I said.

"Come to think of it I heard that she was involved in movies or something.." Luisa said, "but I though that she never took her clothes off."

I rolled my eyes. Luisa stared at me.

"So you settled your differences with her by beating her up back in fifth grade?" I asked, a plan slowly starting to take shape in my head.

"Yep." Luisa said with satisfaction.

That is when I realized what I needed to do. It didn't take me long to track down Alexis. Click here for a preview of the resulting fracas.

Were we able to straighten out our past issues with one another? Which woman proved to be victorious on that fateful day? Join TanyaDanielle.com to see the entire Wrestling with Alexis gallery and find out now!


XO Tanya




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03.24.09
Ms. Confederate vs. Lady Evil
Today's Photo of the Day is from my Ms. Confederate vs. Lady Evil gallery. Here is the story behind this brutal episode:

Superheroine Ms. Confederate received a report of licentious antics occurring at a local condominium complex. Upon arrival at the building she heard loud moaning and groaning noises emitting from unit #731. After taking a deep breath to marshal her courage Ms. Confederate flew at the front door of the unit and knocked it down. She lurched into the condo only to find Lady Evil (AKA Summer Cummings) masturbating on a couch as she watched several different pornographic films on multiple screens. She had the sound cranked to the maximum volumes that the televisions would allow. Ms. Confederate stumbled into the middle of the living room and tried to catch her breath. Lady Evil arched an eyebrow at her and slowly removed a large black dildo from her wet pussy. "Is there a problem?" she asked the shocked superheroine. Lady Evil then rose to her feet and pulled down her diaphanous black skirt. Ms. Confederate remained frozen to the spot, never having encountered pornography, a dildo, or a sexually liberated woman. "Perhaps you would like to join me and have some fun.." Lady Evil said to her as she fondled her huge breasts and licked her lips seductively. In the blink of an eye Lady Evil advanced toward the trembling superheroine and grabbed her in a tight bear hug. Ms. Confederate began to struggle and a nasty, nasty battle ensued. Will Ms. Confederate be able to escape this confrontation with her virginity intact?!

Join now to learn the fate of Ms. Confederate! (Click here for more photos.)


XO Tanya




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03.19.09
Catharsis
I have noticed that some people will not admit to having been poor, whether they were moneyless for a lot of years or just a few weeks. They seem to feel ashamed of their struggles. For some reason I am the opposite. My memories of the leanest times give me the most satisfaction because I survived them. Recently I posted some musings on my Members' blog about a tough period in my life. I was writing about how an ex-boyfriend used to play with my emotions and reduce me to an angry, sobbing wreck. This was the aftermath:

"A friend advised me to stop wearing my heart on my sleeve and giving him the satisfaction of seeing how much he bothered me. I never took that suggestion because I genuinely felt the need to vent my emotions when he was trying to mess with my head. Eventually I got sick of how he was manipulating me. One night I stormed out for good. I had no place to go, but I was determined to leave him. I ended up at the Stillwell Hotel in downtown Los Angeles. At the time I believe they were renting rooms for a little over $100 a week. When I first entered my new room I found that it had blood spatters on the wall, a used condom underneath the bed, and a threadbare blanket that was probably covered with DNA samples. I left to go buy some rubber gloves and a comforter."

Since these were the days long before most people had Internet access, and because there was no phone in that room, I had sat down on the bed and composed a letter to my ex-boyfriend, declaring that I was through with him. I must have gone to sleep afterward because these are the next of my recollections:

"As it turned out I did not mail the letter until the following morning. I remember that day very clearly. Before dropping the letter into the mailbox I looked at the blank space that should have contained my return address. Was I homeless? Are you technically homeless if you are living in a hotel with weekly rates? I pondered this before parting with the letter and then I turned and walked down Ninth Street feeling like someone had just lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. I was scared and alone, but absolutely determined to keep moving forward."

I stayed at the Stillwell until I had enough money to rent an apartment. To this day I am very grateful that I found the Stillwell and that I could afford it. Back then I used to see huge numbers of people living on the streets of Los Angeles or in their cars. This has not changed. A lot of employed people in this expensive, sprawling metropolis work each day but they cannot always afford a hotel room or an apartment.

Now, years later, I look back at my time at the Stillwell with some fondness. I had tons of freaky, compelling experiences there and I learned a great deal about self-reliance and even more about myself. Here is something else I wrote about it:

"There is knowledge that comes to you when you are sitting in an old, stinking building and listening to pimps screaming at hookers, ashtrays being flung against walls, and unattended children running around the hallways. The knowledge may not come in the middle of the night, but it might hit you in the glorious morning light when you are loping down the sidewalk hearing endless shards of glass getting smashed to bits underneath your beat-down, old running shoes. All the troublemakers have gone into hiding at that hour - they are never doing anything at 7am - and you feel safe, spirited, and alive. So much exultation wells up in your soul that it does not matter how much money you have or don't have. The world is beautiful and you are never bored. Even the torment and loneliness of the night before seems interwoven with the happiness that you are experiencing. This is the catharsis of facing your fears and having the courage not to give up."





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03.18.09
Today's Gallery

Click here to see a preview of today's beauty pageant-themed update to my Members' Area!


XO Tanya




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03.17.09
Leopard Scarf
Click here to see a preview of my new Leopard Scarf gallery.

Join TanyaDanielle.com now to see this gallery plus hundreds of others in their naked entirety!


XO Tanya



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03.16.09
Catfight Movies for March
Each month members of TanyaDanielle.com enjoy 4 full-length catfight movies. Here are 2 of my selections for March:

Topless Takedown

Naked and Raw

Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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03.11.09
Yellow Bikini Strip

Oops... last week I added Backyard Bikini Strip to my video store at CustomVideoTheatre.com. It seems that there was a big problem with the audio. Now I have replaced the flawed version of the video and retitled it Yellow Bikini Strip.


Check out the free preview of Yellow Bikini Strip at CustomVideoTheatre.com now!


XO Tanya


 


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03.09.09
Now playing in the Members' Area!


Running Time: 81 minutes





Beautiful blonde Ashlee is bound and gagged in various stages of dress and undress as the badman put her through her paces, this young hottie just loves being roped!

Badman Bondage 8 will be playing at TanyaDanielle.com for the entire month of March. All members of TanyaDanielle.com get to watch 16 new full-length movies inside the members' area for free each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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03.05.09
Too Pink
Click here to see more photos from one of my newest galleries!


XO Tanya



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03.03.09
I'm at DVDBox.com

Click here to check out my video selections at DVD Box!


XO Tanya



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03.02.09
Got Boobs?

Click here to get some now!


XO Tanya



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02.27.09
Spring Has Sprung!
Well, it's not actually spring yet, but it certainly feels like it here in LA. Check out my newest video, Backyard Bikini Strip, which is now playing at CustomVideoTheatre.com. Sometimes I almost feel guilty for being able to enjoy the beautiful California sunshine all winter long!


XO Tanya




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02.25.09
Now playing in the Members' Area!


Running Time: 83 minutes






Barnyard Bondage 2 will be playing at TanyaDanielle.com throughout the entire month of February. All members of TanyaDanielle.com get to watch 16 new full-length movies inside the members' area for free each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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02.20.09
5 Exclusive Alexis Taylor Videos on Sale!
An awesome collection of five exclusive Alexis Taylor bondage videos is on sale until February 27 at CustomVideoTheatre.com! Do not miss your chance to buy Chair Tied, Boxing Bondage, Tables Turned, Office Deceit, and Salesgirl's Revenge for a $28 total savings. See Alexis at her finest and do it for a huge discount - you will treasure these exclusive videos forever.

Visit CustomVideoTheatre.com now!


XO Tanya




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02.18.09
Now playing in the Members' Area!

Big Wet Tits 7

Running Time: 150 minutes

Released: 09/2008

Studio: Elegant Angel Productions

Series: Big Wet Tits

Director: William H. Nutsack

Stars: Amy Reid , Anthony Rosano , Whitney Stevens , Justice Young , Angelina Valentine , Leigh Livingston , Jada Fire

AVN award winning director, William H., returns with the seventh volume of the best selling series Big Wet Tits, lavishing the breasts of voluptuous superstars with copious amounts of glistening oil. The movie features an incredible all star cast, including the beautiful Amy Reid. The movie also features the beautiful Angelina Valentine, Leah Livingston, Whitney Stevens, and Jada Fire. Do not miss!

Big Wet Tits 2 will be playing at TanyaDanielle.com throughout the entire month of February. All members of TanyaDanielle.com get to watch 16 new full-length movies inside the members' area for free each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya

P.S. Check out the amazing Box Cover!




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02.17.09
Mercedes Ashley
I just added a brand new video of Mercedes Ashley to DeviantDownloads.com. It's called Mercedes Ashley Frozen! and she is awesome in it. After uploading the video I was surfing around the Net and came across Mercedes' Yahoo group. Her diary entries are very entertaining. Click here to join her group and check them out!


XO Tanya



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02.16.09
Ill-gotten Gains
Back in fifth grade Vincent Hernandez and I were playing at a warehouse near our school. We climbed to the top of the building where we noticed a large skylight. It looked like it would be fun to jump on it. I went first and rebounded off the flexible material that comprised the skylight. Vince went next and he was not so lucky. I remember the scene as if it happened in slow motion. Vince jumped onto the skylight and I saw the terror on his face before I noticed the skylight shattering beneath his feet. I heard someone screaming "V i- i- i -i- n-nce!!!" and then realized that the voice was my own. An iron railing surrounded the skylight on three sides and Vince made a desperate attempt to grab onto it as he began plummeting downward through the broken shards. Miraculously he was able to wrap both his hands around one of the bars. He hung there for about two seconds. His knuckles were still white with tension as he lost his grip and fell through the decimated skylight and into the depths of the warehouse. I ran to the perimeter of the skylight and looked downward. Vince was lying on his stomach about a floor beneath where I stood. He was not moving. "V-i-i-i-i-nce!!" I screamed again. At that point Vince rolled over and then disappeared completely from my view. My heart pounded in my chest and I thought that I was going to urinate in my underpants. Terror filled my soul. I ran to the ladder of the fire escape on one side of the building and maneuvered down it as fast as I could. As soon as I was back on street level I raced around trying to enter the warehouse from any door possible. All of them were locked. For some reason all I could think to do was run to the house of Eli Watson, a neighborhood kid who had a set of picklocks. Somehow I arrived at his doorstep although I was so agitated that even now I can't actually recall any moment of my frantic journey over there. He answered the door and agreed to come with me immediately when I explained the situation. Eli did not seem to grasp the gravity of the circumstances, but I felt profoundly grateful that he would accompany me on this mission to break into the warehouse. Upon our arrival back at the building we encountered an open doorway. I froze for an instant and then ran inside. Vince was nowhere to be found. Forgetting about Eli I took off towards Vince's apartment. I remember taking a few deep breaths and attempting to look calm once I got there. It took all my courage to ring Vince's doorbell. One of his relatives answered. Trying to play it cool I said:

"Is Vince home?"

The kindly woman informed me that Vince was injured and had been taken to the hospital. What expression was on my face at that moment? Did this nice lady suspect that I had been involved in Vince's accident? Could she see the horror in my eyes even though I was doing my best to be nonchalant? Would Vince die? Would I rot in prison for my complicity in the events leading up to his death? The woman smiled softly at me as I stared at her. I fled.

Within a few minutes I encountered Vince's sister. I told her the complete, unadulterated truth. I could see the wheels turning in her eighth grade mind. She wasted no time in grabbing her friends, repeating my story, and then heading to the warehouse. The aftermath of the situation went like this:

- A gang of 8th grade girls entered the warehouse and stole much of the inventory contained within its walls. Most of the booty was children's toys like skates, board games, and jump ropes.
- The hospital released Vince several days later after treating him for a broken pelvis, dislocated shoulder, and numerous other injuries.
- About a week after that members of the local police department visited Vince's and my elementary school campus to investigate the robbery of the warehouse.
- Vince's sister gave me a jump rope to ensure that I would keep my silence regarding my knowledge of the whole incident.

I never talked, but I did not want that jump rope. It languished in my closet for years. Even back then I had a profound aversion to possessing stolen merchandise. It felt wrong. It felt like all the planets were aligning against me because I had violated the natural order of things. I lost sleep over the jump rope in my closet but I was afraid to throw it out in case someone would connect it to the robbery and then connect it to me. I was in fifth grade and I was scared. Years passed and I never really recovered from the incident. I don't want to. To this day I still believe that receivers of stolen goods will eventually pay dearly for accepting the ill-gotten gains and trying to overlook the nature of their origin. Beyond that, jump ropes always reawaken the feelings of terror that I experienced during the Vincent Hernandez episode of my childhood.

As luck would have it Jewell Marceau handed me a jump rope during one of our recent workout sessions at her house. I tried to be calm, but I could not maintain my dignity. Jewell did not understand why I was not keeping up with the workout and she became very angry. A nasty, nasty catfight erupted between us... (Click here for photos.)

Ahh.. what else is new? I can't seem to stay out of trouble. Join now to see the hundreds of catfights inside my members' area!


XO Tanya



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02.14.09
Now playing in the Members' Area!
Catfight Club 2

Running Time: 103 minutes

Released: 10/2004

Studio: Twane Inc

Director: Taylor Wane

Stars: Taylor Wane , Tanya Danielle, Summer Cummings , Vanessa Blue , Vicky Vette , Smoking Mary Jane

"The first Catfight Club was nominated by the AVN in Jan. 2004 for "Best Specialty" and Catfight Club 2 promises to be just as big a hit with Catfight enthusiasts. It's hard to imagine why a guy that has a job like Sleazy Bastard would ever need to go on vacation but Sleazy does just that. He leaves Taylor in charge of the Catfight Club while he's away and all hell breaks loose. Taylor continues the adventure by talking her feline fighters into starting fights for no particular reason where ever they go. Watch them rip off each others clothes and get front row seat to the hottest non-stop slapping, pubic hair pulling, spanking, pussy licking drama queens in porn! You will be surprised by what happens when you let the cameras roll for two hours and let these pussies loose on one another. Even the most innocent and shy become the most aggressive fighters when it comes to self preservation. It's a beautiful thing to see forced face sitting become an experience of pure ecstasy for both the winner and the loser of each battle. Cum to think of it, no one here is a loser except Sleazy who misses out on his double blow job. Who the hell is going to feel sorry for him when Taylor moves in to take up the slack and empties his sack on her gorgeous face?"

Catfight Club 2 will be playing at TanyaDanielle.com for the entire month of February. All members of TanyaDanielle.com get to watch 16 new full-length movies inside the members' area for free each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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02.11.09
I Was Born to Play This Role!
Now playing at CustomVideoTheatre.com: Drunk Bitch

"Tanya Danielle is having personal issues and is very troubled over the state of the economy. Consequently she decides to indulge herself in every way possible. Here we see her shaking off all her troubles as she drinks, smokes, and gets herself off. Everybody needs to go on a little bender once in a while!"

Don't miss out on the debauchery - purchase Drunk Bitch at CustomVideoTheatre.com!


XO Tanya




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02.07.09
Diary of a Dancer
Lemmy

Why has it taken me so long to write this? Evidently the situation in question has really triggered some deep emotions within me. Six years later I am still feeling reticent to sit here, break it all down into plain words, and make sense of the exceptionally vivid memories that have been floating around in my head since that early part of 2003. Emotions rise within me whenever I contemplate the whole subject. Here it is:

In January 2003 I flew to London to dance at one of the Spearmint Rhino strip clubs in that city. Upon arrival after the long flight a snotty woman in customs made me grit my teeth as I fielded her questions. Of course I knew enough not to reveal that I was there to work. She had no way of knowing that I was not just a tourist on vacation and I presume that most foreigners find themselves greeted by similar individuals with nasty manners when they land on UK soil. Fair enough, I guess. Then again, I've been to other countries where the customs agents do their jobs in a polite, respectful manner so the behavior of this bitch in the UK really grated on my nerves. Eventually I arrived at my hotel and realized that I would need to find new accommodations. I am not a picky person, but the lack of hygiene at the hotel I'd reserved was disturbing enough to prompt me to leave the place and lug my bags down some London street in the snow until I could flag down a taxi. After finding a new hotel I got some food and went to sleep. The following day I reported for work at the Spearmint Rhino. It did not feel right from the moment I walked in the door. The well-appointed furnishings seemed like a flimsy attempt to cover up a particularly grim, sordid environment. Generally I like sordid environments, but this place was just creepy and it made me marvel at how any business dealing with female flesh could so thoroughly remove any eroticism from the whole equation. Over the years I had already worked at least 50 strip clubs and upon entering the premises this Spearmint Rhino had the distinction of becoming the most unpleasant venue at which I had ever even tried to work. The best way I can describe it is to ask you to contemplate an environment that is simultaneously sterile yet repulsive. It seemed like the type of place where no one ever had any fun, not really. One would hope that establishments featuring naked dancers would foster some sense of anticipation or an undercurrent of excitement, but it almost seemed as if this club was purposely trying not to do so.

Both the customers and the staff treated the dancers like shit, as if the women were fiefs on the feudal land who were expected to produce bounty for the feudal lords. It made me sick then and it still does when I think of it now. Even worse, the women acted like desperate third world villagers as they accepted this type of degradation and also behaved in a hostile fashion towards one another. They did not seem to realize that the club would cease to exist without them and that the customers and staff would have to treat them with respect if they demanded it. I was not born in the UK and I'm sure that I did not entirely understand the pressures that they were facing, but it was hard for me to stomach the whole situation. My inner tension kept growing as the evening progressed. Managers at the club introduced me to a regular customer, Fred, who evidently assumed that I would have sex with him if he named the correct dollar amount or finessed me in the right manner. I would have preferred to vomit on the ground and eat the results rather than have sex with this desperate douchebag who hid underneath his expensive suit and immaculate haircut. A million dollars would not have been enough for me to let him poison my body with his noxious energy and pollute my mind with the inescapable memories. He would not accept this and I just walked away. So he tried even harder, making a show of it and humiliating me in the process. I was already out of sorts in an unfamiliar country, surrounded by dancers to whom I could not relate and surly male staff members who wore tacky gold jewelry and strutted around like bantam roosters. I went into the dressing room and started crying. There was no privacy. I didn't want people to see me cry, but fuck it. I sat there and cried with my hand over my face. The house mother told one of the other dancers:

"I always tell the owners that they should never have the American girls come here."

After regaining my composure I fixed my makeup and headed back out onto the floor...

(story continued in the Members' Area blog)



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02.06.09
** Weekend Special at CustomVideoTheatre.com! **
"Tanya stops by your apartment after working all day at her secretarial job. She needs a place to change into her Hooter's waitress uniform so she can get ready to go serve hot wings and pantomime the YMCA song during her night shift at the famed restaurant. She insists that you stay while she strips off her work clothes and lingerie. After giving you an eyeful of her toned, naked body she slowly puts on her shiny pantyhose and push-up bra. She enjoys providing a show for you so she makes a big production of fitting her giant 36DD breasts into her tight tank top. Next she takes an inordinate amount of time sliding her shapely ass into her skintight, safety-orange shorts. Knowing that she has thoroughly aroused you she invites you to come hang out during her shift at Hooter's in West Covina.. "

Don't miss out - Tanya the Hooter's Girl is on sale for just $20.99 (regularly $30.99) for this weekend only. Buy it now at CustomVideoTheatre.com!


XO Tanya



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02.04.09
Ashley Renee's Very 1st Boy/Girl Scene!!
No sooner did I write my last post about Ashley Renee than I inadvertently came across a video that contains her very first boy/girl scene ever. Click here to check it out!!


XO Tanya





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02.03.09
Ashley Renee
Today's Photo of the Day features me with Ashley Renee. Throughout the month of February Assume the Position starring Ashley is playing inside my members' area. She is awesome in this movie. Don't miss out on Assume the Position plus the numerous other exclusive galleries and videos that I have of Ashley - join now!


XO Tanya





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02.01.09
A Selection from my Catfight Diary
"Junior college cheerleaders Stacy Burke and Tanya Danielle agree to meet at the apartment of a certain creepy football coach, Coach Croft, to address issues they have with his lecherous behavior. These two ladies are not the sharpest tools in the shed. Nonetheless, they ring his doorbell on one Monday evening to inform Coach Croft that many of the other females on their squad feel that he leers at the cheerleaders too long and too often on game days. Coach Croft somehow manages to brush aside their comments and then ignite a fight between Stacy and Tanya when he begins comparing their cheerleading abilities. The two blondes quickly forget the issue at hand as each of them starts demonstrating various cartwheels, high kicks, splits, and other acrobatic feats on the coach's industrial carpet. It turns into a competition and soon becomes ugly when Tanya thrusts her pom pons into Stacy's face. Stacy retaliates by wrenching Tanya's arm behind her back and trying to force her down to the ground. At this point Tanya socks Stacy in the stomach as Coach Croft ambles slowly toward his refrigerator to grab a beer. Neither of the furious cheerleaders even notices when the coach lowers himself into an overstuffed easy chair and begins fondling his genitalia as their brutal battle for dominance reaches a fever pitch.. "

Click here for more photos and then join TanyaDanielle.com to see the Blonde Cheerleader Fiasco gallery in its disturbing entirety!





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01.31.09
Uptight Bitches at DeviantDownloads.com

"Boss Tanya Danielle has made a lot of enemies. All of her employees absolutely despise her because she is an uptight bitch who regards them with contempt and constantly reminds them that she is descended from aristocracy while they are merely the progeny of trailer trash parents. Two of Ms. Danielle's underlings, Stacy Burke and Harley Raine, decide that they can take no more of her uppity behavior so they decide to prove that she is not the blueblood that she pretends to be. On this fateful afternoon they corner her in the employee lounge where they proceed to strip off her clothes, reveal her tawdry undergarments, and publicly humiliate her. In the end Ms. Danielle can do nothing besides crawl away on her hands and knees in disgrace.. "

Don't miss out on the well-deserved degradation - buy Uptight Bitches - Part 1 at DeviantDownloads.com now!


XO Tanya





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01.29.09
Free porn anyone?
Check out my cache of free porn at MyFreeXXXClips.com!


XO Tanya




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01.25.09
Memories of Renee
I haven't thought about Renee in a while. Today my mind floated back to a particular November afternoon in 2005. This is what I wrote about her then...

"Renee dances at Larry's Rack Shack. Many of the girls there get their cars serviced at Davo's Auto Shop because it is conveniently located near Larry's. Earlier this year Renee arrived at the bar complaining that the brakes on her car were curiously unresponsive. She had almost rolled right through a red light until she practically stood up from her seat to put pressure on the brake pedal. She was afraid to even drive the car home. A few of the other dancers urged her to call Davo so he could take a look at it. She did so and Davo had her car towed to his shop free of charge. He fixed the problem with her brakes that day and even granted her the leeway to make payments towards the $500 bill over the course of the following month. Renee never paid him a dime.

Months went by and then once again Renee had car problems. She called Davo and pleaded with him to work on her vehicle. Davo reminded her of the $500 she owed him. Renee sighed dramatically and said:

"Look, I'm desperate. I'll do anything. Anything. Please fix my car!"

"Anything?" Davo asked.

"Anything." Renee affirmed.

Davo assured her he would be there with a tow truck in 15 minutes . True to his word Davo pulled into the back parking lot at the appointed time. Renee snuck out the back door to hand him her keys outside, stumbling clumsily on the gravel in her 6" black platform heels. Davo told her to get in the truck.

"I can't do anything here!" Renee said indignantly.

Davo told her he was taking her back to his garage to pay off her debt. Renee hesitated but realized she had no choice if she wanted to get her car fixed. Grudgingly she climbed into his truck, uncomfortably aware of how conspicuous she would look riding around town in her skintight red lycra dress.

Renee really needed to get her car fixed. She put on quite a show for Davo and the boys at the auto shop. They did not let her leave until she had repaid the debt to everyone's satsfaction.. "


Join now to see the entire Handcuffed in the Workshop gallery from November 2005 which shows Renee entertaining the boys in the garage! (Click here for a preview.)



XO Tanya





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01.24.09
This guy has a point!
This was written by a construction worker in Fort McMurray . Read on . .

I work, they pay me. I pay my taxes, and the government distributes my taxes as it sees fit. In order to earn that pay check, I work on a rig site for a Fort McMurray construction project. At any time I am required to pass a random urine test, with which I have no problem. HOWEVER, what I do have a problem with is the distribution of my taxes to people who don't have to pass a urine test. Shouldn't one have to pass a urine test to get a welfare check because I have to pass one to earn it for them?

Understand - I have no problem with helping people get back on their feet.

I do on the other hand have a problem with helping someone sit on their ass, drink beer and smoke dope.

Could you imagine how much money this country would save if people had to pass a urine test to get a public assistance check?

If you agree, please pass this along, or simply delete if you don't. Hope you will pass it along though, because something has to change in this country.




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01.23.09
It's ON for the Weekend!!

Now playing at CustomVideoTheatre.com:

"Militant dyke Goldie Blair arrives in Parker City to continue her mission of introducing women everywhere to the joys of lesbianism. When Mayor Tanya Danielle learns that Goldie is invading her town she immediately summons her driver to take her to Goldie's hotel. The two women square off in a hotel suite, each woman determined to dominate the other. Mayor Danielle is a card-carrying member of the Moral Majority and she will stop at nothing to keep the scourge of lesbianism from eroding the moral fiber of her city. At least that is what she believes at the beginning of their battle... soon enough the two women are shredding each other's pantyhose and going at it!!"

Don't miss out - buy Mayor Danielle vs. Goldie Blair at CustomVideoTheatre.com to witness this erotic sexfight now!

(Click here for a photo preview.)




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01.19.09
Sexy Sara
Click here to see a preview of Sara Jay's White Flowers and Lace gallery which I added to the Members' Area just last week.

Don't miss out - join now to see hundreds of photosets and videos featuring all of my busty girlfriends!

XO Tanya



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01.18.09
Salesgirl's Revenge

"Rich bitch Tanya Danielle expects people to cater to her, particularly when she is shopping. Shopping is her livelihood. When a store at Stanford Shopping Center does not have her shoe choices on hand they make arrangements to send one of their shoe clerks to her house. Tanya waits impatiently for clerk Alexis Taylor to show up at her home that afternoon. Alexis arrives and does everything she can to please her customer. Tanya pushes her to her breaking point with ridiculous demands and insulting remarks. Alexis finally gets fed up with the abuse and Tanya ends up hogtied and gagged with clear packing tape on her own bed! Revenge is sweet... "

Buy Salesgirl's Revenge at CustomVideoTheatre.com to witness my denouement at the hands of furious Alexis Taylor!

(Click here for a photo preview.)




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01.16.09
Gunplay and Sodomy 2
New at CustomVideoTheatre.com:

"Agent Tanya Danielle has just returned from Nogales, Mexico. She desperately needs a respite from the relentless drug-related violence affecting that region. Now that she is home Agent Danielle intends to devote several weeks to restoring her mental equilibrium. Unbeknownst to her, however, a member of a brutal Mexican cartel has followed her back to the United States and has been tracking her every movement. On one warm Thursday afternoon this predator finally strikes, subjecting Agent Danielle to an ordeal that involves handcuffs, several long-barreled guns, an unbearably tight breast press, and a facial cumshot.. "

Buy Gunplay and Sodomy 2 at CustomVideoTheatre.com now!






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01.15.09
Another Hot Flick in the Members' Area!
A Breast Man's Delight

Running Time: 145 minutes




Description: Big tit fantasies come true with these eye-popping, bodacious beauties: each cock-hungry babe gets soaked with cum!


A Breast Man's Delight will be playing in the joinmembers' area for the entire month of January. All members of TanyaDanielle.com get to watch 16 new full-length movies inside the members' area for free each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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01.13.09
More Exclusive Carolyn Monroe Footage!
The Senator's Rendezvous - Part 2

"Carolyn Monroe and Tanya Danielle are entertaining Senator Brian Smith. They are encouraging him to jack off as they put on an erotic show for him. The ladies move into the bedroom and bust out some dildos so they can show the Senator exactly how they like to be f*cked!!"

Don't miss out.. buy The Senator's Rendezvous - Part 2 at CustomVideoTheatre.com now!


XO Tanya





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01.12.09
New Auction!
My auction partners, GiganticAuctions.com, have put together a huge new offering featuring numerous of my XXX magazines and movies plus several of my personal lingerie items. Click here to check it out and place a bid!

XO Tanya



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01.09.09
Now playing in the Members' Area!
Catfight Club

Running Time: 73 minutes






Description: It all started as a fight over a pair of panties at a local lingerie store!

Catfight Club will be playing at TanyaDanielle.com for the entire month of January. All members of TanyaDanielle.com get to watch 16 new full-length movies inside the members' area for free each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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01.07.09
New Photos
Click here to see some new photos that I shot on New Year's Eve. The full gallery will be coming to the Members' Area soon!


XO Tanya





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01.04.09
A Christmas Story
Now that the holiday season is over I have found myself ruminating about past Christmases. Some were fun, some were lonely, and a number of them were quite memorable for other reasons. As an adult I have probably spent about one third of my Christmas holidays dancing in a bar, one third of them by myself, and one third of them with other people's families. It was very generous of others to include me in their holiday plans and, aside from two occasions, I have always been very grateful for their hospitality. One of those two dismal episodes occurred here in Los Angeles. My boyfriend, Mario, had invited me to join him at the home of his oldest brother, Simon, on Christmas Eve. We decided to bring small gifts for various members of their family. Neither Mario nor I knew how to properly wrap packages so we resorted to placing all of the presents into large, shiny gift bags designed for that purpose. Simon had told Mario that we should arrive around 4pm on Christmas Eve so we pulled into his driveway promptly at 4pm with the presents and two bottles of wine for our hosts. "Looks like we are the only people here." I commented as Mario rolled to a stop. "Looks like it." Mario responded. We climbed out of the car and Simon graciously met us in the driveway. He ushered us into his living room where we greeted their mother and then sat down. Simon brought us drinks. All four of us chatted amiably for about 10 or 15 minutes. At that point Simon's wife, Cindy, came downstairs. She gave us each a cursory embrace and then sat down too. After a sentence or two of conversation she muttered something semi-incoherent about not expecting anyone to arrive so early. Simon seemed to try and brush aside the comment by changing the subject. We all continued chatting until Cindy caught sight of the bright, blue gift bags that Mario and I had placed under her carefully decorated tree. Her pale blue eyes widened as she gazed at them and she immediately shot a look at her husband to convey her amusement/disbelief at the gaucheness of the sight. A smile played at the corners of his mouth as he acknowledged her sentiment. They both seemed to be reveling in what they perceived as our display of poor taste. Did they feel superior for a few delighted instants? I think so. Cindy quickly wiped the smirk off her face when she felt my eyes on her. She half-heartedly tried to save the moment by remarking that the gift bags reminded her of how a certain bachelor she knew usually wrapped his gifts. "He just uses gift bags and colored tissue paper." she said with a practiced smile that effectively communicated her disdain. Mario started laughing and informed her that we had not even used any tissue paper inside the bags. Cindy excused herself to go prepare some hors d'oeuvres in the kitchen. I sat uncomfortably for a few moments and then asked Mario if I should offer to help her. He shrugged. I kept looking at him. He shrugged again. "Will you come into the kitchen with me?" I requested. He nodded and drained his beer. We walked into the kitchen where Cindy was banging dishes onto a countertop with annoyance. She was expressing frustration to her daughter and her daughter's friends and I overheard her saying something about how Mario and I had arrived too early. I thought she might become embarrassed when she realized that Mario and I had just walked into the kitchen and were standing right behind her. She did indeed bite off her words in the middle of a sentence, but then she just stood there in a rigid, unapologetic manner which seemed to indicate that she was not the least bit regretful that we had overheard her little tirade. I took a breath and asked her if she needed any help. She declined the offer and I felt relieved. Mario and I went into the garage so he could grab another beer. Afterward we returned to the living room. Cindy followed us with a few trays of appetizers. I sat next to Mario's mother and tried using my limited Spanish skills to converse with her. She seemed to welcome my efforts. All of a sudden I became aware of Simon mocking my attempts as he began loudly cracking jokes about how I had mispronounced a certain word. Cindy jumped right in and joined him. I felt my color rise - not because I was embarrassed about my lack of facility with the Spanish language - but because these people were really pissing me off. I would have departed right then and there but I did not want to upset Mario. For a lack of anything better to do I swallowed the rest of the wine in my glass. We continued sitting there in Simon and Cindy's living room - amidst a roaring fire, a well-appointed tree, and various pieces of expensive artwork - as everyone made tortured attempts at conversation. I tried to keep my composure. Mario seemed unruffled by the behavior of his brother and sister-in-law. I really longed to be striding down their driveway to the car and then burning rubber to a different destination, any destination. Cindy stood up to do something. I eyed her critically. That impulse overtakes me when I do not like someone. She was wearing a black lace blouse over some tight, black pants that displayed her flat, sunken ass. It looked like someone had shoved a stick right up her butt and she was thrusting her hips forward to keep it in there. I was musing about the aptness of my simile when I heard Simon asking about Mario's daughter. "Will she be joining us tonight?" Simon asked pleasantly. I felt Mario stiffen beside me. His daughter was having a lot of problems and his brother had just asked him a loaded question in front of a group of people. Simon had made the inquiry in an ostensibly genial tone of voice, but I found myself wondering if he was enough of an asshole to try and upset Mario while the rest of the assorted family members looked on. "No, she won't be coming tonight." Mario said tersely. The evening progressed. More people arrived. I got bombed on wine although I doubt that anyone noticed. Within a couple of hours Cindy informed everyone that they could serve themselves a buffet-style dinner from all the food in the kitchen. Mario wanted to go outside and smoke. I joined him. It felt very peaceful in the cold backyard as we huddled together and watched his cigarette smoke trail upward into the black sky. Then Cindy materialized in front of us. "The food is ready." she said petulantly, annoyed that we were not among the throng in her kitchen. "We'll be right in." Mario assured her. She shook her blonde head and vanished inside. "Now she's whining about us not joining everyone?" I said to Mario as I rolled my eyes in the darkness. "A short while ago she seemed like she could barely tolerate our presence." "She's just like that." he said mildly. His lack of reaction to Cindy's rudeness was kind of bugging me but I kept my mouth shut. He kept smoking. My mind churned. Why was I still there? OK, I was there for Mario, of course. I did not want to embarrass him by telling our hosts to go fuck themselves and then storming out. Was I being overly sensitive to their abrasiveness? I pondered that. No, I wasn't. By whose standards could could their behavior not be considered offensive? No one that I would want to hang out with. "Come on." Mario said as he stubbed out his cigarette and nudged me toward the house. We went inside and got through the rest of that Christmas Eve. Prior to our leaving Cindy asked if we wanted to take some wine with us. She was holding one of the decorative wine bags that had contained the wine which we had brought. Finally Mario's temper started to flare. "You are not giving us back the wine that we brought you. That would be fucked up." he said in a voice that had a very hard edge to it. Cindy seemed flustered and she began shuffling bottles around on her counter. At last she grabbed a bottle of white wine (a safe pick since we had brought merlot), shoved it into the wine bag, and handed it to Mario. That was that. We ended up leaving with Cindy's brother and his son. They gave us a ride to a hotel since we did not want to drive home that evening. Both Cindy's brother and his son were very witty and engaging. After checking into the hotel I could hold my tongue no longer. I emphasized to Mario that it meant a great deal to me that he had included me in his holiday plans, but then I mentioned how offended I was by the behavior of his brother and sister-in-law. Mario uttered a few platitudes and assured me that Simon and Cindy had no idea how rude they were being. It bothered me that he was so accepting of their antics. It seemed unhealthy. The following morning I awoke around 7am to find Mario downing a bottle of wine. His eyes looked glazed and he seemed to be on a mission. Over the next few hours he obsessively chain-smoked cigarettes and pounded wine since that was the only alcohol that we had in the room. By 9:30 am he had consumed more than two bottles of wine and was completely wasted. He still wanted to keep drinking. Fortunately he passed out on the bed for a short time. At noon the front desk called to remind us that checkout time had been at 11am. We showered, packed up, and walked outside only to realize that Mario's car was still parked miles away at Simon's house. Fuck. We remembered this as we were walking down a staircase. Suddenly Mario lost his balance and fell down the stairs. He fell hard. I helped him back up. In true drunken style he was not hurt at all. A man walked by and glanced at Mario who was now practically swaying on his feet. Mario glared and seemed ready to lurch towards him. The man immediately averted his gaze and quickened his pace as he hustled toward his room. I could see with sickening certainty that Mario was ready to get into a fight with anyone for any reason. We left the hotel on foot and completely lucked out by finding another place just a few blocks away. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when the front desk clerk said that we could check in immediately. She addressed all of her conversation to me and studiously avoided looking at Mario. Within an hour of arriving in our room Mario passed out on the bed and did not wake up again until after nightfall on that Christmas Day. All of his repressed anger had to go somewhere and he had tried to drown it all in a few bottles of wine. He would have been a happier individual during that holiday season if he had just directed his ire toward the appropriate parties. ***

 

01.03.09
Rare Footage of Carolyn Monroe!
at CustomVideoTheatre.com:

The Senator's Rendezvous

"Senator Brian Smith gets around. He hails from a tiny state on the Eastern seaboard of the United States and his constituents have no idea that he uses their tax dollars to periodically fly out to Los Angeles and enjoy the company of beautiful women. On this particular occasion Senator Smith will be cavorting on the sheets with two stunning blondes: Carolyn Monroe and Tanya Danielle. Here we see the ladies preparing for the Senator's visit and then teasing him mercilessly as they model thigh-high stockings and silky, full-back panties for his enjoyment. (Due to the high stature of the Senator he does not appear onscreen during this video.)"

Don't miss out on this exclusive footage of Carolyn - buy The Senator's Rendezvous at CustomVideoTheatre.com now!


XO Tanya





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01.02.09
Happy New Year!
I hope that everyone had a great time during the holidays. Generally I do nothing on New Year's Eve other than have a few drinks at home and relax. This year was much, much different. Click here to see my predicament on December 31..

Best wishes to all for the new year!! (Hopefully I will have better luck avoiding sadistic predators in 2009.)

XO Tanya




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12.25.08
Happy Holidays to All
I hope everyone reading this enjoys a safe, happy holiday season!

XO Tanya





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12.21.08
Tis the Season - Part 2
In my last post I wrote about a long-lost acquaintance, Paul, who resurfaced during this holiday season. He was not the only person from my past about whom I recently received an update. A few weeks ago I obtained some news about one Al "Stankie" Stankiewicz. In 2006 I mentioned him in this post. Now it seems that Al has become something of a reality TV star. I can't believe it, but yet I can. On a personal level it seems fitting that someone has sent me news of Al during the Christmas season. About five years ago or so I happened to be sitting on a plane bound for Tokyo with good old Al. A group of us were flying to Japan for a mixed-martial-arts fighting event. Al proceeded to get obnoxiously drunk. The flight attendants feared him. They informed him that they could not serve him any more booze. He became belligerent. They pretended not to notice and tried to stay out of his way. It is hard to do that on a plane. Al stormed up and down the aisles. At some point his eyes fixed on mine when I made the mistake of looking up from my book.

"Order me a drink and pretend that it is for you." he commanded me.

He must have seen the resistance in my face because he started to become a bit obsequious as he wasted a few sentences trying to cajole me into doing so. I really did not feel like humoring him and I refused to go through with the transparent charade of ordering him another drink that the flight attendants would refuse to bring.

"Fuck you then!" Al barked at me in a relatively quiet, guttural growl as he flipped his middle finger in my face.

I shook my head, he stomped off, and I settled back into my seat. Shortly thereafter the anxiety-ridden flight attendants approached my friend Raul who was napping in a different row with his baseball cap pulled down over his face. After waking him one of the female crew asked if Al was his father.

"No." Raul responded flatly. "He's not."

The flight team asked if Raul could calm Al down. Raul brushed the sleep out of his eyes and nodded his head. Everyone in our section of the plane (coach) seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. Raul wearily got out of his seat, found Al a few rows behind him, and told the ornery drunk that he needed to calm down and go to sleep. Al was still extremely agitated but he seemed to sense the futility of continuing his tirade.

"Just get some headphones and watch the movie." Raul advised as he clapped his hand on Al's shoulder.

Evidently Al did so because about 30 minutes later I heard Al's voice ringing out in the quiet plane.

"Look at all these yellow niggers!" he bellowed. "They are nothing but a bunch of yellow niggers!! It was these goddamned Japs who killed my uncle in World War 2!!"

Everyone on the plane froze in their seats. Aside from Al, Raul, and me I think that just about everyone else was Japanese. I tried to make sense of his foolishness and it took me a moment to realize that the in-flight movie featured a lot of Asian people. I stared at the silent images for a few moments since I did not have any headphones. Al continued to rant. No one interfered. I took one of my ice cubes and lobbed it at Raul who was trying to sleep a couple rows ahead of me. I saw him silently shake his head without even turning around. Within 15 minutes Al had fallen fast asleep and begun snoring loudly in his seat.

Many hours later our plane did arrive in Tokyo without any further incident. I will never forget that Christmas Day flight all those years ago. Al did continue his antics in Tokyo and it was just more of the same. Eventually we all returned to Los Angeles and I never had to spend any time with him ever again.

Imagine my surprise at receiving this article about Al (taken from CagePotato.com) in my inbox recently:

Right away we knew that Al "Stankie" Stankiewicz (aka: Antonio Rodrigo Nogueira's boxing coach) had a certain magic about him. From his crazy motivational sayings to his semi-coherent ramblings about sardines, the man is straight up charismatic. But the more stories about him that trickle out, the more it's starting to seem like he is being criminally underused in this season of The Ultimate Fighter. The latest Stank-tastic tale comes from TUF 8 cast member Ryan Bader, who paints a portrait of Stank as a lovable old card getting the most out of his affiliation with Nogueira:

I have a funny story about Al Stankie, who is our older boxing coach. After practice the coaches would go grab something to eat -- most of the time without showering and in full Team Nogueira garb, which (I'm pretty sure) they were not supposed to be doing. Stankie had on a rashguard, full TapouT velour red warm-up, a TapouT beanie and a couple long gold chains. They went to The Palms to watch the Lakers vs. Celtics game. Stankie is a big Lakers fan, and when a Celtics fan expressed some joy about his team scoring, Stankie walked over and slapped the guy -- with all of our Brazilian coaches looking on in horror. Before the other coaches could grab him, he yelled out, "I am with the heavyweight champion of the world! You want some?" Those of us that saw this understood that this could be Junie's relative, and maybe that is why he wasn't kicked off the show yet. Stankie is a great man, and Spike TV should give him his own show.

There are many stories that involve Stankie that I will try to give to you each week. We would all gather around Dan Valverde, one of the assistant coaches, and he would tell us the stories of what Stankie did over the weekend.

Bader also described Stankie as "drunk and funny as ever" when he and Nogueira showed up at the house to try and squash the prank war, which might at least partially explain the disrespect shown by many of the Team Mir fighters.

As for the suggestion that Spike TV should give Stankie his own show, we're all for it. The fact that Brooke Hogan has her own show and Stankie doesn't, well, let's just say it's a sign that this nation has lost its way.

Yep, it seems that Al has become a full-fledged reality TV star - his grizzled physiognomy and drunken antics are now routinely viewed by numerous people around the world on a weekly basis.

Who could have predicted this?

The demise of reality TV is imminent. I don't think that anyone will argue that point. Let's hope that it happens before anyone even considers giving Al his own show :)

(Click here for a photo of Al.)

XO Tanya





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12.16.08
Tis the Season - Part 1
During the holiday season I often become reacquainted with an old friend or two. Usually somebody from yesteryear surfaces between Thanksgiving and New Year's Day. This year I have not actually heard from anyone, but I have received news via e-mail regarding two long-lost acquaintances. One of them is my old buddy Paul whom I happened to write about here back in 2006. Paul appears on the far right in these photos. Both photos and the text below arrived in my inbox this morning:

"The attached pictures our of Mario Navarro, who won his first Pro fight at the Irvine Marriott last month. Mario is part of a independent documentary being produced by the lady that is the producer of the Today Show and CBS news. Mario also has extensive coverage by the LA Times, first article will be out in January.
The basic story is about Paul Sigler that had a very successful business and lost it all due to drugs and alcohol. Paul was and is still an investor in the Raw Gym now called R1 gym, they produced many famous MMA fighters such as Frank Triggs.
Paul is the co-manager of Mario and the documentary is about Paul rising to the top by helping Mario with his career.
The producers feel this will be a worldwide documentary and will be the Rock Balboa of the MMA world. There is already offers to do a feature film on Mario and Paul."

Well, Paul looks the same as ever and evidently his passion for MMA fighting has not dimmed over the years. I will be the first person in the theatre to watch his riches to rags to redemption story playing out on the big screen.


XO Tanya




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12.15.08
Anal Addicts
Every once in a while my girlfriends like to get together and make anal-themed pornographic films. Would you like to see a few examples of their escapades?

Cindy Crawford (my Girlfriend of 3/19/08)

Alicia Rhodes (my Girlfriend of 2/8/08)

Brooke Haven (my Girlfriend of 7/26/07)

Nicki Hunter (my Girlfriend of 9/3/06)

Life is much more interesting when you have friends with ribald interests. Fortunately I have tons of naughty girlfriends! Join now to see the hundreds of sexy ladies in my Girlfriends section!


XO Tanya




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12.12.08
New Auction!
Click here to see my latest magazine/lingerie/DVD offerings on the auction block!

XO Tanya




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12.08.08
Free porn?
The economy sucks and it's kind of depressing to even listen to the news. Would you like to check out some free porn? Visit My Free XXX Clips to see my personal collection!


XO Tanya




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12.05.08
Virtue vs. Python
Now playing at DeviantDownloads.com:

"The chaste Sister Tanya has devoted her life to aiding others. She lives and works at a private academy for young ladies in Parker City. On one cold Sunday afternoon she receives a frantic phone call from the mayor of Parker City. The mayor is desperately searching for blonde superheroine Virtue. It seems that scared citizens have spotted an unspeakably evil villain known as Python within the walls of the city. Mayor Vicki believes that Virtue is the only individual who can run Python out of town. Sister Tanya assures the mayor that she will locate Virtue and set her on Python's trail. After hanging up the phone Sister Tanya slowly begins stripping off her nun's habit. As she does so she reveals her muscular legs, her bodacious breasts, and a secret that she has been keeping for a long time: Sister Tanya and Virtue are the same person!! While she dons her supersuit, cape, boots, and gloves Virtue begins recounting the legendary but sick adventures of Python. Evidently he has overpowered and ravished dozens upon dozens of superheroines. Virtue feels for them, but her sympathy is tempered by the fact that none of them were as ethical and strong as she. She speculates that their loose morals may have contributed to their downfalls. With grim certainty Virtue knows that she will defeat Python. After dressing Virtue flexes her muscles and admires her own powerful body before striding out the door to locate the nefarious villain...

The next we see of Virtue she is tied to a bed and completely covered with gooey globs of cum. How could this happen?!! Buy this outrageous video to see Virtue awakening to find herself soaked with semen and still in the presence of the twisted Python who proceeds to verbally harass her and then drench her with even more of his evil seed... "


Don't miss out - buy Virtue vs. Python at DeviantDownloads.com now!




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12.02.08
New Photos
Click here to see what I shot last Saturday!

XO Tanya



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11.25.08
Athletic Supporter
Is an athletic supporter the same thing as a jockstrap? Click here for some photos of me showing my support for my favorite team. I'd like to be considered their #1 fan.

The full gallery will be coming to the members' area soon!

XO Tanya



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11.19.08
Now playing!
Baby Doll Big Top 2

Running Time: 109 minutes

Released: 10/2006

Studio: Baby Doll Pictures

Stars: Chloe Dior, Aspen Stevens, Sindy Lange, Brooke Banner, Jordan Haze, Tyce Bune, Sergio, Reno

"Get ready for round 2 of the hottest big tit feature ever! Chloe Dior & Jordan Haze are the ring masters of this hot & nasty raunch romp! The Greatest Show on Earth!"


Baby Doll Big Top 2 will be playing in the members' area throughout November. All members of TanyaDanielle.com get to watch 16 new full-length movies for free each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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11.17.08
New Auction!
Click here to see my latest offerings on the auction block!


- XO Tanya




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11.12.08
Butt-pounding Excitement
Click here for a preview of a recent spanking gallery featuring me and Jewell Marceau!


XO Tanya



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11.06.08
Now playing!
Are We In Love?

Running Time: 109 minutes

Released: 01/2006

Studio: Wicked Pictures

Director: David Stanley

Stars: Mia Smiles, Kimberly Kane, Kelly Kline, Lori Alexia, Justine Joli, Niko

"Being together for years can take its toll on any loving couple. Kelly Kline becomes concerned when she thinks the passion in her relationship is starting to fade. Consumed with fantasies of infidelity, she becomes torn between her marriage and her desires to quench her thirst for a hotter, lustier relationship. Can she save her marriage or will she crumble under the strain of temptation around every corner?"


Are We in Love? is playing inside the members' area throughout the month of November. All members of TanyaDanielle.com get to watch 16 new full-length movies inside the members' area for free each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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11.05.08
New Gallery
Click here to see a preview of one of my latest galleries!


XO Tanya



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10.30.08
Metallic Lilac
I am starting a band with a couple of girlfriends and we are going to call ourselves the Metallic Lilacs. Just kidding. I was shooting photos today and happened to be wearing a metallic, lilac-colored bikini so that became the inspiration for the name of the new gallery which I shot today. Did I really need an inspiration? Yes. I have already named 1000 other photosets in the last 5 years and sometimes I just run out of words as I sit here alone in my living room preparing discs of content for my webmaster. Click here to see a preview of the Metallic Lilac gallery which I just shot a few hours ago atop the crisp white sheets of a queen-sized bed which belongs to a nameless hotel in my neighborhood.

XO Tanya



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10.29.08
Avalon
Pornstar Avalon was active during the 1990s and then she vanished. We were on the same set once, but we never did a scene together. I have always thought that she was exceptionally beautiful and sexy and I have added a number of her galleries to my members' area. Click here to check out my blog devoted to Avalon!


XO Tanya




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10.27.08
New Stuff

Click here to see my hot new auction items!

Click here for a preview of one of my new galleries.

Click here for Summer Cummings and Skye Blue.

Click here for Laura Lion.


XO Tanya




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10.24.08
Today at Work
I like it that I get to stay in bed for work :)

Click here for a preview of a new gallery that I shot earlier today.


XO Tanya




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10.20.08
Now playing!
Dating 101

Running Time: 104 minutes




Starring:
Jessica Drake , Randy Spears , Chris Cannon , Eric Masterson , Herschel Savage , Brooke Banner

"After another dreadful date, Laurie (Jessica Drake) decides to put her bad experiences to good use and help others. She starts a dating consulting biz to help men and women find romance. She finds success in helping others, but can she help herself?"

Dating 101 is now playing inside the members' area throughout the entire month of October. Members of TanyaDanielle.com enjoy 16 full-length feature movies each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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10.17.08
Mistress Jewell
Click here for a preview of a sexy bondage gallery featuring Mistress Jewell Marceau and me!


XO Tanya




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10.16.08
Titillating Torment
Click here to see a preview of an amazingly hot gallery featuring Ashley Renee and me!


XO Tanya




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10.15.08
Professor Danielle
Click here to see a preview of a new gallery that I shot last Tuesday. It will be coming to the members' area soon!

XO Tanya



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10.14.08
New Auction!
Click here to view my latest auction!

XO Tanya



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10.07.08
An Open Letter
Back in 2000 I went on the Score Magazine Boob Cruise. I met someone very special on the cruise. We agreed to keep in touch afterward. When this person called me I behaved in a very rude, abrasive manner. At that time I was afraid to let anyone into my life. I want to apologize for how I acted, but I have no way to find this person so I am going to write an open letter here:

To My Special Friend,

I am very sorry that we lost contact and that I treated you so rudely when you called. Back then I was afraid of letting anyone get close to me. You were very sweet to me during a rough time in my life. I did not talk about it much during that week, but I knew that my father was dying. In fact, I had asked the captain of the ship for information on how my family could contact me if he passed on during the trip. I had come on the cruise since it was a paying gig and because the last time I saw my father - the first occasion in many years - he had told me that I was no longer his daughter and had requested that I let him die in peace. Still, I wanted to know if he passed on as we were cruising through the British Virgin Islands and he was constantly on my mind.

You and I had a number of long conversations as we stared into the blackness of the ocean at night. I really enjoyed your company and your thoughts. The time we spent together affected me deeply. I think of you often and I am so sorry for pushing you away. In those days I did not feel that I deserved to find good friends or to have anyone care about me. I thought that I would end up disappointing anyone who got to know me really well, that they would discover that I was the disgusting person my father believed me to be. Beyond that, I was recovering from a lengthy addiction to prescription drugs. In 1993 a doctor had begun prescribing medicines to help me cope with anxiety and depression. I took them until 1999 when I hit such a low point in my life that I considered killing myself. Finally I started weaning myself off the drugs even though my doctor cautioned that it would be "dangerous" for me to stop using them. When you and I met I had been off the drugs for less than six months. In many ways I was just a shell of a person who was trying to pick up the pieces of my life.

These days I live in Los Angeles, not far from the ocean. I frequently think of you when I am down by the water. You may never see these words, but I need to try and apologize to you, to at least put these words out into the universe. I have intense regrets about how I treated you and they have gotten stronger over the years. It is amazing how misgivings work their way into your soul and just keep growing. Please contact me at tanyashowgirl@yahoo.com if by some chance you happen to read this. I hope that the past 8 years have been good for you and that you are happy.

Thank you for touching my life.

Love,

Tanya




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10.06.08
Evening Seduction
I am constantly adding fresh photosets to the members' area. Click here for a preview of my new Evening Seduction gallery.

Don't miss out on all the latest updates featuring me and my busty friends - join now!


XO Tanya




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10.05.08
"Superspy" is now playing at CustomVideoTheatre.com!

Superspy Mercedes Ashley dons native garb to track down a band of fugitives and bring them to justice. She has received information that they are hiding out in the rainforest region of Brazil. For weeks she scours the Amazon Jungle, looking for any sign of the criminals. Brazil does not extradite fugitives to the United States so she knows she will have to bring them back on her own. The dense jungle starts to wear Mercedes out and she is running low on supplies. Finally she realizes that she will have to return to civilization and stock up on more food and gear. She trudges for many, many miles until she finds a small hotel in the city of Manaus. Imagine her surprise when she discovers that the wanted men are holed up in this very same venue! Mercedes prepares to arrest them, but one of them - who happens to be wearing an especially freakish disguise - manages to get the jump on the exhausted superspy. After all, she'd been surviving alone in the wilderness for weeks as the scofflaws had been relaxing by the hotel pool and sipping caipirinhas..

Will Mercedes be able to summon enough energy to escape from these ruthless desperadoes?! Buy Superspy at CustomVideoTheatre.com to find out now! (Click here for a photo preview.)


XO Tanya




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10.03.08
New Movie for October!


Running Time:
139 minutes

Released:

Studio:

Stars:

 

09.30.08
New Auction!

I am auctioning off the white mesh bodysuit which I am wearing in these photos. Click here to view the auction and place a bid!


XO Tanya




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09.29.08
Some investment advice fom the UK..

If you had purchased £1000 of Northern Rock
shares one year ago it
would now
be worth £4.95,


with HBOS, earlier this week
your £1000 would have
been worth £16.50,


£1000 invested in XL Leisure
would now be worth less
than £5,


but if you bought £1000 worth
of Tennents Lager one year ago, drank it all,
then took the
empty cans to an aluminium re-cycling plant, you
would get £214.

So based on the above statistics the best current
investment
advice is to drink heavily and re-cycle.


 


 


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09.28.08
Immigration Issues

I know a few errant Canucks and I make every effort to try and shove them back across the border where they belong. (This photo shows me in action. Yeah, Kianna Dior is a beautiful woman and a nice person, but she needs to go back to Vancouver where she belongs.) The endless influx of Canadians is really overburdening both our educational and health care systems here in the US. I sleep better at night knowing that one of our vigilant government agencies is joining me in the struggle to get rid of them. Click here to see these soldiers engaged in their daily battle to defend our Northern border.


XO Tanya


 


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09.27.08
Bodacious Days of September
The bodacious days of September are winding down. Join TanyaDanielle.com to catch these full-length movie presentations (plus 11 more!) before they are replaced by new selections for October: Bad, Blonde Bitch Big Titty Milfs 6 Minutes to Midnight Big Bodacious Knockers 2 Bazoombas #2 Don't miss out - join before the end of the month to see all 16 movie selections for September + my 16 new movie selections which will be coming on October 1! XO Tanya ***

 

09.26.08
Mortgage Meltdown!
"In the wake of this so-called 'mortgage meltdown' in the US some real estate agents will do anything to sell a house once they have located a qualified buyer. Century 21 agents Goldie Blair and Tanya Danielle both know that a wealthy local businessman named Mike can afford to buy expensive property in Los Angeles without even needing to secure a loan. Usually he just pays cash and the lucky agent representing him receives a huge commission once the escrow has closed. Goldie will stop at nothing to sell Mike his next house. Same with Tanya. Of course this volatile situation has to come to a head at some point. Sure enough, Goldie and Tanya end up face to face in the bedroom of a luxurious mansion one Wednesday morning. A horrific catfight ensues as Mike watches with both shock and growing fascination. Curiously, all three of them end up in bed together after all the wrestling, breast-mauling, and hairpulling subside.. "

Buy Mortgage Meltdown at CustomVideoTheatre.com to see how Goldie and Tanya's slugfest turns into a riotous sexfest! (Click here for a photo preview.)




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09.24.08
Recent Movies!

Click here for a preview of American Angel - Part 17 starring Goldie Blair.

Click here for a preview of Bikini Bondage - Part 5.

Click here for a preview of Smuffed Out by Natalia starring Natalia Love.

Click here for a preview of Catfight 10: Room to Rumble.


XO Tanya





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09.23.08
Busty Catfight Royale!!!

Now on sale at Custom Video Theatre: Suzy's Mother vs. Sister Tanya

"Suzy Cummings is failing some of her classes and behaving inappropriately on the playground. Sister Tanya, one of the teachers at Suzy's Catholic school, tries to arrange a consultation with Suzy's mother about her daughter's errant behavior. Unfortunately Suzy's mom, Summer, never seems to pick up the phone. Sister Tanya takes it upon herself to show up unannounced at the Cummings residence one morning around 11am. No one answers the door even after the good Sister alternately rings the doorbell and pounds on a nearby window for 20 minutes straight. Undaunted, Sister Tanya hikes up her habit and scales a side wall of the house so she can reach a balcony. After clambering onto the balcony she enters what turns out to be Mrs. Cummings' bedroom through an open window. She then stands quietly next to Mrs. Cummings' bed until the beautiful, unsuspecting woman wakes up to the shock of finding an intruder inside her room.

"Who are you?!!" Mrs. Cummings screeches as soon as her eyes flutter open and she sees Sister Tanya hovering over her.

Sister Tanya calmly identifies herself, states her business, and suggests that they have a conversation about Suzy's unacceptable behavior at school. Mrs. Cummings stares at her in disbelief. Sister Tanya keeps talking, condemning the moral depravity of both Suzy and her mother. Mrs. Cummings feels her indignation rise and she gazes with hatred into Sister Tanya's serene, composed face. Suddenly she notices that Sister Tanya has excessively large breasts and is wearing makeup. Mrs. Cummings knows a fraud when she sees one. Just who is this tramp who's calling herself "Sister Tanya"? Some ex-stripper who wrangled a job at the local Catholic school when she ran out of other career options? A disgraced nun from another parish? Mrs. Cummings sets out to expose Sister Tanya as a woman of ill repute. She certainly does succeed.. "

Buy Suzy's Mother vs. Sister Tanya at Custom Video Theatre for just $21.99 (regularly $31.99) through September 26. You do not want to miss this sexy, rollicking, outrageous movie! (Click here for a photo preview.)



- XO Tanya




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09.22.08
Veronica Jett
Join TanyaDanielle.com to see this sexy gallery of slim, raven-haired pornstar Veronica Jett in its entirety!


XO Tanya



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09.21.08
A Milf Speaks Her Mind
A month or so ago my buddy Sean made a "Milf" reference in an e-mail that he sent me. I felt compelled to respond with these hastily typed, off-the-cuff words:

"One thing: I am so sick of being a Milf. My friends all feel the same way. Every time we turn around someone is calling us a Milf. Here and there I have guys hit on me and they will say stuff like: "Do you date younger guys?" Five years ago they would not have dared ask something rude like that, but now they think it's the cool thing to do. Maybe I'm too touchy, but it's not just me. Some of my model friends look awesome (beautiful faces, hot bodies) and it's very hard to guess their ages. Yet they get "Milf-ed" all the time too. I know the Milf thing is hugely popular, but none of us want to be Milfs. We want to be sexy women who don't have to field questions and comments about our ages all the time."

I just remembered having sent that e-mail because I came across this gallery of outrageously sexy Monica Mayhem. Yes, she is appearing on a site called SoccerMomScore.com and she is the "older" woman. Please. How did porn come to this? Every woman over 23 (and some who are younger) is now a Milf. Can't we go back to the days when women in porn were just hot babes and they did not have to be categorized by age?

People bring up age-related topics all the time and they know they are being rude. I have encountered a number of folks who have made a show out of trying to guess my age. They do it to my friends too. One beautiful friend said in exasperation:

"Do they think they are doing something different? Do they think they have come up with some sly way to insult me that no one else has thought of?"

"They are probably hoping that." I had responded.

"Why do they always pick the subject of age?" she wondered aloud.

"Well, in your case.." I said to her. "they probably just can't think of anything else to say that might get a rise out of you. You are beautiful, you have an awesome body, you are successful in your career, and you have lots of money."

Truer words have never been spoken. My friend is a smart businesswoman and a beauty. I think that insecure people feel compelled to try and insult her because they want to make her doubt herself. It's a shame she has to put up with it because she is a sweet person who always treats others with respect. I won't mention her name here, but she works in the adult industry and most people reading this would probably be able to picture her face (and sexy body) as soon as they read her name.

I am in my thirties and most of my friends are too. Some of us are married and some of us are not. All of us place a HUGE premium on diplomacy and respectful behavior. We work hard, take care of our bodies, and have our own money. We are not little girls and we are not ashamed of our age, but we are tired of tired of people trying to assort us on the basis of our age. Lately it seems that I can't go one week without some idiot asking why I don't have kids and why I'm not married. Those are completely inappropriate questions to ask a stranger. They realize that. And yet they are so completely lacking in couth that they ask the questions anyways. This is what I tell them: I don't care about getting married - the notion seems a bit stifling. As far as children go... I will have children when I am ready to have children.

Why am I writing all this? Well, it's because I sometimes run into people who look at my site and might read the words here. The next time someone starts harping on me about being in my thirties (and insinuating that it makes me seem ancient) I will treat that person like the idiot that he is because I know he is intentionally being rude. Usually I am very polite and open-minded, but I do have a healthy reservoir of contempt for those who have nothing better to do than try and put down others.


XO Tanya




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09.20.08
Ava Vincent
I have beautiful galleries of Ava Vincent (AKA Jewel Valmont) in my Girlfriends section. Ava also appears in Ass Good As It Gets which is now playing throughout the month of September inside the members' area. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya



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09.18.08
Conversations from the Makeup Chair
Makeup artists in the adult industry usually do both the makeup and hairstyling for the models. Generally it takes about an hour or an hour and a half to prepare one model. (Click here for some sexy photos of Silvia Saint getting primed for a shoot!) Most models have spent countless hours in makeup chairs. I am no exception.

These days my friend Lydia does my makeup before most of my shoots. Often we watch the morning news and chat about random stuff. The other day she commented that she had met a new guy and had gone on a few dates with him. She said he was nice, but that she didn't feel any chemistry with him.

"He doesn't even drink." she said.

"Does he mind if you drink?" I asked.

"No," she responded with a shrug. "but it's not much fun to drink alone."

"Well, if he's a nice guy then maybe he will grow on you." I ventured to say as she turned to pick up a tube of mascara.

She stayed silent for a moment as she stuck a disposable wand into the mascara.

"No." she said mildly. "I don't really want to date someone who doesn't drink."

I watched her then as she thought about it more and slowly she began shaking her head. It seemed that she had forgotten that I was even in the room. She stood there pumping the wand up and down in the tube of makeup and then an indignant gleam crept into her eye. I waited for her to say something. Finally she exploded.

"No! I'm not putting up with that shit!" she said, her angry words tinged with disgust.

She gave one final vehement shake of her blonde head and in the next moment she grabbed my chin and brought the mascara wand to my face with one brisk, decisive movement. I started laughing.

"Stop laughing while I do your lashes." she ordered.

I repressed my laughter and tried not to let my eyes water. She had said: "No! I'm not putting up with that shit!" in the same tone as someone else would have declared their refusal to abide with a cheating spouse or accept the actions of a friend who had stolen their jewelry. We all have things that get our hackles up. Her words amused me then and make me chuckle every time I replay them in my head. I am smiling right now. And I just took a sip of my wine as I relished the memory.

I drink a lot, enough to make me a bit defensive about the subject. Most of my friends drink a lot too. It would be hard to date someone who did not drink. At least I think it would. I have never really tried. That's why Lydia's impassioned words on the subject cracked me up.





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09.16.08
A Blast from the Past
When were these photos taken?? I remember that they simultaneously appeared in both Australian Penthouse and High Society magazines - and that I was wearing thigh-high boots that were half a size too small during the shoot - but I'm not sure what year it was.


XO Tanya




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09.15.08
Bobbi Bliss
Curvaceous, brunette pornstar Bobbi Bliss stars in Ass Good As It Gets, one of the feature movie presentations now playing in the Members' Area for the month of September. I just checked out her Official Site and discovered that she has some interesting info on her Bio page. Here is an excerpt:

"I started in porn in 1997 with a penchant for passion that has far from sizzled away. I quickly became known as one of the hardest working women in porn. Between 1997 and early 2002 I shot in over 150 movies appearing in literally every kind of sex scene with my most devoted following coming from my throaty tongue twisting oral scenes. Ranging from gonzo to features I have showed off my oral skills and my lusty lust for sex. In those old movies you can see me prowling through Hollywood XXX book stores, giving up action during sports, swallowing and worshipping huge cocks all over the nation, and much much more. In 2002 I called it quits. I had been giving away my image to so many, and while I worked hard they reaped the big benefits of my lusty ways. It was time to grow and learn. It was meant to be a short break but as we all know life happens fast and hard. In 2003 I suffered paralysis in both arms from a mountain biking accident while I was off on one of my great adventures in the desert. This accident kept me in retirement for a bit longer than I had originally planned but don't cry for me because aside from my deep passion for amorous attention I have a sincere love for bodywork and natural healing. Because of my schooling in these art forms I was able to heal my left arm after science took a giant leap into healing my right arm. Both arms are working once again in normal capacity and in October of 2006 I took off on another great adventure. I climbed to Africa's highest point, Uhuru Peak on Mt. Kilimanjaro at 19,342' (5895m). Yes, I did this without the use of an oxygen tank, Diomox or steroids of any kind and it was truly the adventure of a lifetime! After returning from Africa, the mountain and the safaris, I was ready to pounce all over again. Only, I was no longer certain of which direction to pounce. It had been so long since I had been in the lime light that I figured my calling was to just start over with my massage business and so I approached this willingly and humbly. In January 2007, as I entered The Venetian in Las Vegas during the AVN convention, massage table in tow, I was approached by so many friends I hadn't seen in years, and fans I had no idea I had. Their sincere hello's, warm reception and cries for more great blowjob scenes made me realize that my calling is not limited to massage. It was time to reawaken my proclivity for fellatio and pornography. Time to put my softly curvaceous figure and nicely rounded backside back into motion. So in February of 2007 my partner, lover and best friend suggested we start Bobbi Bliss Entertainment. Here it is a year later and the true adventure now begins."

Click here to check out Bobbi's site and here for a preview of Ass Good As It Gets". Don't miss out on one of Bobbi's hottest movies - join now! Members of Tanya Danielle.com enjoy 16 new star-studded movie presentations each and every month.


XO Tanya




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09.14.08
New Big Boob Feature Movie!
Big Bodacious Knockers 2

Running Time:
140 minutes

Released: 01/2007
Studio: Lethal Hardcore
Series: Big Bodacious Knockers

Stars:
Whitney Stevens, Nikara, Chavon Taylor, Tyra Moore, Dede Bloom

"Chavon's sweet melons devour Scott's cock. Aurora is a tit man and ass mans dream. Tyra's tremendous torpedoes make Rick explode all over them. Dee Dee's boobies bounce as she gets pounded. Whitney's natural wonders are delicious. With tit play, hot sex and anal, your sure to love Big Bodacious Knockers #2!"

Big Bodacious Knockers 2 is now playing inside the members' area of TanyaDanielle.com throughout the entire month of September. Members of TanyaDanielle.com enjoy 16 full-length feature movies each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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09.13.08
Bad, Blonde Bitch
Bad Blonde Bitch

Running Time: 40 minutes
Released: 01/2005
Studio: Napali Video

Stars:
Summer Cummings, Tanya Danielle

"Tanya vs. Summer Cummings in an all out nude catfight!"

Bad Blonde Bitch is now playing inside the members' area. Members of TanyaDanielle.com enjoy 16 full-length feature movies each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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09.08.08
Summer is Still Here
Click here to see a preview of one of my new sunny, summertime galleries!

XO Tanya



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09.05.08
Monica Mayhem
Gorgeous Australian pornstar Monica Mayhem has launched her Official Site! Click here for a preview. Click here to see clips of Monica and me having hot sex together!


XO Tanya



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09.03.08
Now playing in the Members' Area!
Minutes To Midnight

Running Time:
113 minutes

Released:
01/2008
Studio: Ninn Worx

Director: Michael Ninn

Stars: Jana Jordan, Judith Fox, Sophie Angel, Valentina Velasquez, Electra Angels, Laura Capri

"Minutes To Midnight illuminates the sexual realms of Jana Jordan, a dreamlike landscape of erotic adventures through a hardcore looking glass and the surreal desires she awakens!"

Minutes to Midnight is now playing inside the members' area of TanyaDanielle.com throughout the entire month of September. Members of TanyaDanielle.com enjoy 16 full-length feature movies each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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09.02.08
Montana Gun
Who is this brazen boxer who strides boldly into the ring wearing nothing but her gloves? What title is she fighting for? Why do the men behind her seem so oddly detached? Well, this was no ordinary boxing match. That is Miss Montana Gun preparing to defend her title as American Cocksucking Champion. These photos were taken during the filming of The American Cocksucking Championship #12. Join now to see this sexy gallery of Montana in its entirety!

(Click here for clips of Montana engaged in her daily training regimen.)

XO Tanya



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08.31.08
Hot Photos with Kianna!
Click here to see hot new photos of Kianna Dior and me. Join now to see this amazingly sexy gallery in its entirety!

XO Tanya



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08.30.08
I love Silvia!
Click here for XXX clips of me and luscious Silvia Saint!


XO Tanya



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08.29.08
Farrah

In September I will be adding two beautiful galleries of pornstar Farrah (click here for a preview) to the members' area of TanyaDanielle.com. Farrah and I first met on the set of Girlfriends in April 2000. It turned out that we had some mutual friends. She was a really cool person and I'd been wondering how she was doing. Imagine my surprise at reading this today. Hopefully she will be able to start putting her troubles behind her in the next few years.


XO Tanya




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08.28.08
New Stuff
Click here for a preview of desperate, immoral, enterprising Dr. Danielle.

Click here for a preview of Held Hostage by Bikers starring Goldie Blair.

Click here for a preview of a sexy gallery featuring Natasha Blake.

Click here to see my latest auction.



XO Tanya




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08.28.08
Now playing!


Taking Memphis

Running Time:
113 minutes

Released: 03/2008

Studio: Adam & Eve

Director: Vanessa Blue

Starring: Alexis Silver, Derrick Pierce, Mikey Butders, Misti Love, Chris Cannon, Alana Evans

"She's Ripe For The Taking! In this sordid story, Memphis plays a private dick in search of dick. She gets it and a whole lot more following the scent of some very sexy suspects!"

Taking Memphis is now playing inside the members' area of throughout the entire month of August. Members of TanyaDanielle.com enjoy 12 full-length feature movies each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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08.21.08
Today's Activities
I just spent the day shooting. Click here for a preview of one of the new galleries that will be coming to the Members' Area soon!


XO Tanya



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08.20.08
Just 9 hours left..

Click here to view my latest auction offering which includes lingerie, photos, DVDs, and more!


Don't miss out - bid now!



XO Tanya


 


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08.14.08
Now Playing in the Members' Area

Taboo 23

Running Time:
149 minutes

Released: 12/2007
Studio: Metro Interactive
Director: Anton Slayer

Stars: Gina Lynn, Shyla Stylez, Ben English, Sandra Romain, Victoria Sin, Sammie Rhodes

Join Penny Flame (perfect natural breasts big brown eyes) on a journey to retrieve her missing sister that takes her to a dark and sinister place...before long our heroine finds herself caught up in the taboo world of depraved sex clubs filled with men and women whose kinky appetites know no bounds. Will she ever return or will she too be lost forever a slave to lust just like her sister? Cal Vista’s big budget production features nine sex charged encounters filmed in explicit hi-def. Whether you’re here for the story or the sleaze Taboo 23 delivers.

Taboo 23 is now playing inside the members' area of TanyaDanielle.com throughout the entire month of August. Members of TanyaDanielle.com enjoy 16 full-length feature movies each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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08.13.08
Blondes, blondes, and more blondes!

Click here for a preview of my new Dirty Cop gallery.

Click here for a preview of Lisa's gallery.

Click here for a preview of Cindy and Katie by the pool.

Click here for a preview of Lexxi, Puma, and Linda.

Click here for a preview of my new gallery of Tracey Love.


Don't miss out on all these hot new photosets of gorgeous blondes - join TanyaDanielle.com now!


XO Tanya



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08.11.08
A Fresh Start
Click here to see a preview of the new shower gallery I shot last Tuesday. It will be coming to the members' area soon!


XO Tanya



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08.09.08
Now Playing in the Members' Area:

Big Rack Attack 4


Running Time: 123 minutes


Released: 04/2008


Studio: Zero Tolerance


Stars: Bree Olson, Lisa Ann, Shy Love, Britney Stevens, Missy Monroe, Kristi Klenot, Rita Faltoyano, Tiffany Price, Alektra Blue, Brooke Haven, Mia Bangg, Pat Myne Mark Davis John Strong


"If you’re addicted to Gigantic Jugs, we’ve got your fix! Mounds abound in this All-Star Tit Tribute! It’s time to embrace your weakness for a huge set of cans and eraser-sized nipples. Sit back and enjoy a mammoth-sized mammary marathon as a multitude of milk-sacks get the attention that they deserve! Enjoy!"


Big Rack Attack 4 is now playing inside the members' area of TanyaDanielle.com throughout the entire month of August. Members of TanyaDanielle.com enjoy 12 full-length feature movies each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya


 


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08.08.08
New Auction!
My friends at GiganticAuctions.com are back in action. Click here to view my latest auction featuring a supersized combo of my lingerie, magazines, and photos!

Happy Bidding!


XO Tanya



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08.08.08
One Evil Bitch

Don't let the sweet smile fool you. You've seen this woman before and you've seen her do some vicious things. Sure, she has a sweet side, but she morphs into the biggest bitch on the planet when she is angry. Here is one example. And here is another.

Join TanyaDanielle.com to see the 2 sides of Katrina. She is a hard woman to fathom and an even harder one to control.


XO Tanya




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08.07.08
The Interview

Enterprising reporter Goldie Blair has discovered sordid photos of the recently crowned Ms. Milf 2008. She books her for an interview and then confronts the shocked pageant queen in a hotel room in Atlanta. Goldie informs Ms. Milf that the photos will become public unless Ms. Milf satisfies all of Goldie's sexual demands. A short catfight and lots of lesbian sex ensue..

Join now to see The Interview gallery in its entirety!

(Click here for a preview.)


XO Tanya

 

08.06.08
Time Warp
Lots of things have changed in my life since 2000, but evidently my wardrobe has not. These photos were taken in 2000. These photos were taken yesterday.


XO Tanya


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08.06.08
Dreams
I just awoke from a very vivid dream. In my dream I was driving an off-white, 1980s-style Volkswagen Rabbit convertible in El Segundo, CA. As I approached a curve in the road that bordered a grassy area I lost control of the car. I heard the screeching of tires and the crunching of metal as the Volkswagen flipped over and then came to a rest upside down in the grass with me trapped inside, still seated in the driver's seat. A heavy, dull pain invaded my chest and I felt that I was being crushed, but I realized that the steering wheel was some inches above me. I started to move and then realized that I would not be able to extricate myself from the wreckage. Music was playing on the radio. I closed my eyes and willed myself to be calm until help came. Assistance would arrive soon because I had rolled the car on a busy street in broad daylight. After trying to control my breathing I opened my eyes again to reconnoiter the situation. I expected to see the steering wheel and the mangled cockpit of the car but instead I saw the white interior of my bedroom.

The dream seemed like some type of warning. This is what happened the last time I had such a vivid dream.




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08.04.08
Now Playing in the Members' Area:
Big Tit Babes

Running Time:
142 minutes

Released:
04/2006

Studio:
Mile High Media

Starring: Kianna Dior, Bridgette Kerkove, Pamela Peaks, Ayana Angel, Misty Knights, Talon, Kim Chambers, Chantz Fortune, Kitten, Alexis Malone

"Tit pumping! Massive cum glazing! They know what men like!"

Big Tit Babes is now playing inside the members' area of TanyaDanielle.com throughout the entire month of August. Members of TanyaDanielle.com enjoy 12 full-length feature movies each month. Don't miss out - join now!

(Click here for a preview of Big Tit Babes.)


XO Tanya



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08.03.08
Endless Catfights!
Click here for a preview of Worthless Little Slut starring Zora Banx and me.

Click here for a preview of The Cats of Club Napali starring Ashley Renee.

Click here for a preview of Topless Catfight Club Begins.

Click here for a preview of Violent Grudge 2.


All the above movies, plus 8 more, are now playing inside the members' area of TanyaDanielle.com throughout the entire month of August. Members of TanyaDanielle.com enjoy 12 full-length feature movies each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya


P.S. Click here to check out a sneak preview of an upcoming new catfight gallery featuring Mercedes Ashley and me!




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08.02.08
Jill Kelly

I just added a scorching photoset of Jill Kelly to the Member's Area. Join now to see her Poolside Anal gallery in its entirety!

(Click here for a preview.)


XO Tanya



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08.01.08
Now Playing in the Members' Area:
Big, Beautiful Tits 2

Running Time:
95 minutes

Released:
03/2006

Stars: Carolyn Monroe, Barbie Blazer, Victoria, Linda

"This movie is filled with beautiful blondes with big, bodacious tits sucking and fucking any and every cock in sight! These horny girls wont stop until every hole is stuffed and every cock is drained. Watch as they perform dirty deeds by the pool or inside for a group of guys. They are truly beautiful and stacked, for your pleasure!"

Big, Beautiful Tits 2 is now playing inside the members' area throughout the entire month of August. Members of TanyaDanielle.com enjoy 12 full-length feature movies each month. Don't miss out - join now!

(Click here for a preview of Big Beautiful Tits 2.)


XO Tanya



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07.30.08
Boobs, boobs, and more boobs!
I have endless sets of boobs on display inside TanyaDanielle.com. In addition to thousands of photo galleries - (click here for a preview of a hot new gallery featuring gorgeous pornstar Friday) - and personal videos I also offer 12 full-length movies each month in the members' area. Here are some of July's selections:

Click here for a preview of Big Breasts are Better. (111 minutes)

Click here for a preview of Big Bodacious Knockers #4. (139 minutes)

Click here for a preview of Bang My Tits #3 (60 minutes)

Click here for a preview of Big Ass Tits #1. (226 minutes)

The above movies will be playing through the end of July. 12 new full-length features will be coming on August 1. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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07.29.08
Mystery Lady
Who is this unseen woman?



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07.27.08
Catfights galore!
Click here for a preview of my hellatious office catfight with Goldie Blair.

Click here for a preview of Wrestling Fetish Lesbians 2.

Join now to see all of this outrageous catfight action in its entirety!


XO Tanya




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07.26.08
Now playing in the Members' Area

Big Bodacious Knockers 4

Running Time: 139 minutes
Released: 04/2008
Studio: Lethal Hardcore

Stars: Abby Rode, Will Steiger, Alanna Ackerman, Jordan Kingsley, Phil Yorgash, Soleil

"Oiled-up big booby bimbos! One look at these busty sluts and you'll be hooked on juggs! Sexy blonde Abby Rode has fabulous fun-bags and a phenomenal pussy that you'll want to fuck 'til the cows come home. Alanna is a shameless slut with 34E naturals that will do anything to get a hard cock down her throat or in her cunt. Nasty Nubian Soleil has a phat set of jungle juggies and will please you by any means necessary! Jordan is an all-natural harlot with long legs who needs you to rip off her fishnets and fuck her hard. Rachel has huge tits and a gigantic booty that you'll want to bury your face and cock in!"

Big, Bodacious Knockers #4
is playing in the members' area through the end of July. All members have access to 12 new full-length streaming movie selections each and every month. Don't miss out - join now!


Click here for a preview of Big, Bodacious Knockers #4!


XO Tanya





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07.25.08
Cassandra
I just added an amazing gallery of Slovenian pornstar Cassandra to my Girlfriends section! She claims to have 36DD boobs. I do too. One of us is lying.


XO Tanya



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07.12.08
Yesterday
You know how sometimes you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Yesterday I was on the wrong side of the bed before I even woke up. Bizarre dreams tormented me throughout the night - very vivid ones which I remember clearly. Finally at 8am the dreams stopped and I found myself lying alone in my futon. Usually at least one of the cats is with me. Most mornings Larry, my older cat, stands on my head or repeatedly shoves one of his giant paws in my face to start my day. Yesterday morning I looked around and didn't see a single furry creature. I flipped onto my other side. Generally my first movement of the day will bring Larry scurrying in from the other room if he doesn't happen to be in the bedroom already. He did not come yesterday. I sat up, looked around, and noticed him sprawled on the floor next to the futon.

"Are you all right, Lar?" I asked him.

He lifted his head, regarded me with his huge, luminous green eyes, and then dropped his head back onto the floor. I lay in bed for a long time and stared at the scraped ceiling of my 1950s-era apartment. Something felt wrong. After awhile I got up and sat at the computer without opening all the blinds. My kitty Lana seemed out of sorts as well. Some type of weird malaise was affecting us all.

The day progressed and I got into my car to drive to Eagle Rock for a shoot. Somehow I ended up in Griffith Park. I called my friend Tim and he looked up directions for me. I thanked him, hung up the phone, started driving, and got lost again. After two hours of driving I finally arrived at my destination. Waves of panic had started hitting me in the car and I knew I was on the verge of a panic attack. The cameraman looked at me when I walked in the door of the location and quickly offered me a drink. I accepted and the makeup artist began working on me. My mouth was trembling and and I felt a muscle jumping underneath my left eye. I had never met the makeup artist before. She worked in silence for awhile. At last I blurted:

"I'm sorry I'm so tense. I get panic attacks and I felt one building up as I was driving here."

She nodded sympathetically and said: "I understand. I used to get those before school in the morning. Do you want to get up and walk around or something?"

"No, that's OK." I responded. "I'll just think about the ocean and drink vodka."

We carried on. The shoot went fine. Afterwards I drove towards home and got lost again. Even after finding my way some sixth sense told me to drive and drive and drive until after midnight. I just wanted July 11, 2008 to end. Shortly after midnight I arrived home and discovered that one of the cats had peed on the comforters on my futon. That hasn't happened in years. Larry and Lana watched me strip down the bed and seemed to be wondering if I was going to get mad. I wasn't mad - just drained. And glad that the day was over.

I have no idea why yesterday was such a weird day. This morning I'm a bit apprehensive that I'm going to find out that something significant happened yesterday - some notable event of which I am not yet aware.

Click here to see photos from last night's shoot.


XO Tanya



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07.09.08
Reflections on Patrick
A few days ago several members of TanyaDanielle.com, Paolo and Shadow, requested that I film real moments from my life and post them on the site. I responded that I don't own a camera, even my cellphone doesn't have one. One of them jokingly suggested that all the members take up a collection to buy me a camera. I demurred, but mentioned that I could have my friends film "real life" moments since all of them have cameras. Then I thought about it a bit more. My mind floated back to July 5, 2008. Tim, my friend and neighbor, was having a post-4th of July barbecue. I arrived early. At first only four of us were there to sip Bloody Marys and sink into drunken oblivion. Tim, Fred, Patrick, and I hung out in the living room for awhile before we drifted into the backyard. Within a few minutes Patrick asked Tim if he could swim in the pool. No sooner had Tim said "of course" than Patrick stripped off his shoes, jeans, and T-shirt and dove into the pool in his underwear. He made a point of splashing all of us as he landed in the water and then encouraged us to join him. None of us felt like it. Patrick launched a tidal wave of water in my direction and then watched my reaction. Did he think I was worried about my hairstyle or my 99-cent sunglasses? I laughed at the notion, sipped my Bloody Mary, and reclined in my chair. Patrick splashed around in the pool and we all got progressively drunk. Both Patrick and Fred hail from the UK and Patrick asked if I had ever visited the dank, gray island. I told him that I had gone to London to dance at a club there a few years earlier.

"You danced there?" Patrick asked with a trace of surprise in his voice.

"Yeah," Tim responded. "She used to be hot."

Patrick shot a look at me.

"Well, I guess I will have to take your word on that." he said to Tim.

Tim and Fred burst out laughing and Patrick hopped out of the pool. The manufacturers of his navy blue underwear had not intended the garment to be used for swimming and the fabric hung off his physique like a limp, sagging, ineffective version of a loincloth.

"Tim, may I jump in your hot tub?" Patrick inquired.

"Uh, Patrick, would you like some swim trunks?" Tim inquired.

"No." Patrick replied without giving the matter a moment's thought.

"Yep. Jump in the hot tub." Tim said.

Patrick bounded up the hill in the backyard and I heard him land inside the hot tub.

"Just forward my mail to this address.. " I heard Patrick mumbling contentedly to himself a few moments later.

Tim turned up the music. I felt my cellphone vibrating in my pocket. My friend Sarah was calling for directions, I handed the phone to Tim and he went outside to guide her indoors. Several minutes later Sarah walked into the backyard looking very pretty and very sober. She sat down next to me and declined Tim's offer of an alcoholic beverage. We began chatting and Patrick immediately materialized behind her in his cling-on underwear. She must have sensed someone's presence because she slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder. Patrick grinned at her as water dripped down his body and his soaked garment slipped down even lower on his narrow hips. Tim put his face into his hand and started laughing. I did the same. A song by the Marshall Tucker Band wafted over us. Everything seemed funny and lighthearted, but I knew we were drunk and I knew Sarah wasn't. All of a sudden Patrick was down on one knee, staring into Sarah's eyes, and speaking passionately about something or other. Sarah seemed to shift a bit uncomfortably in her seat, probably because Patrick was dripping chlorinated water on her dress and she had to go to work a little bit later.

"Patrick, you look like you are about to propose marriage." Tim said.

Patrick straightened up, looked at Tim, and then, apropos of nothing, yanked down his own underpants and let them fall to his ankles. His bare ass faced Sarah and me while Tim and Fred would have been treated to the front view if they had not quickly turned their heads.

"I don't think Sarah wants to see a 50-year-old ass in her face on this 4th of July weekend!" Tim pointed out to Patrick through gales of laughter.

Patrick put on his clothes, Sarah left for work shortly thereafter, and the rest of us continued our descent into the drunken netherworld. The next day Tim asked if Sarah might have been offended by the collective behavior of all the barbecue attendees. I didn't think so, but I sent her an e-mail to ask her. 48 hours went by and I got no response. Uh, oh. I sent her another e-mail and inquired if she had been shocked by Patrick's blatant display of ass. A few hours later she wrote back:

"oh my God, no...I had a a good laugh...there is a big
difference between one who is offensive and one who is
eccentric and Patrick was the latter... "

I heartily agreed with her on that. In any case, those were some of the recent moments of my life. Somehow I don't really think that is what you members envision me doing on a normal weekend. And yet that is what I do. Do you really want me to bring a camera?


XO Tanya



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07.07.08
Ms. MILF Works the Toy Convention

New at FantasyImageStore.com:

"Ms. MILF 2008 won her crown in March 2008. Since then she has attended hundreds of conventions to meet her fans. Unfortunately she often parties it up when she arrives in a new city so sometimes her behavior becomes a bit unruly. This shocking photo gallery shows Ms. MILF flashing glimpses of her breasts at astonished attendees of the 2008 Toy and Collectibles Convention in Akron, Ohio. Of course numerous onlookers captured every angle of her indiscretions with their cellphone cameras. Convention promoters declined to comment on Ms. MILF's behavior other than to say that she will not be appearing at next year's event."

Click here for a preview!


XO Tanya



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07.01.08
Ms. Confederate vs. the Pagan Priestess
New at BustyCatfight.com:

"Southern superheroine Ms. Confederate (AKA Tanya Danielle) escaped from a vicious alien attack and decided to take a vacation in Miami. She heard a knock on her hotel room door before she had even finished unpacking her bag. Puzzled, Ms. Confederate switched off the TV and stood staring at the locked door. Someone knocked again even more loudly.

"I'm coming." Ms. Confederate called out with some annoyance as she marched over to confront the unexpected visitor.

Ms. Confederate had barely opened the door a crack when someone shoved it forcefully towards her and barged into the room. The blonde superheroine staggered a few steps backward before she could regain her balance. A second later she found herself face to face with pagan priestess Mercedes Ashley! Mercedes wore a black PVC dress that clung to her every curve. As usual the priestess had wanton lust blazing in her eyes.

"Everyone knows about your episode with the aliens, Ms. Confederate." Mercedes sneered with delight. "I heard that it turned into a regular bukkake when they had you tied up to a bed inside their mothership. It must have taken you an entire week to rinse every drop of their semen out of your pores!"

Mercedes cackled with glee and Ms. Confederate planted her boots into the floor, put her hands on her hips, and angrily stuck her chest out - the blood was already draining from her face and she was ready for battle! Mercedes took note of Ms. Confederate's fighting stance and said:

"Those aliens gave me a great idea. I'm going to beat the shit out of you, drag you over to my lair, and tie you down to a bed so all my lesbian priestesses can have sex with you and then cum all over your face. Of course I'll be filming all of it!"

Ms. Confederate landed the first punch and the battle was on!!"


Buy Ms. Confederate vs. the Pagan Priestess at BustyCatfight.com to find out if Ms. Confederate was able to thwart Priestess Mercedes' twisted plan! (Click here for a preview.)







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06.24.08
Hot Links

Click here for a preview of Big Wet Tits 6 which is now playing inside the members' area.


Click here for a preview of an awesome XXX gallery featuring Shay Sights and Miles Long.

Click here for a preview of the Goldie Blair Frozen! series at DeviantDownloads.com.

Click here for free video clips of amazing Silvia Saint.


XO Tanya



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06.20.08
Remote Control Robot
Now playing at DeviantDownloads.com: .

"Tanya Danielle goes out on a date with Biff, a seemingly polite, mild-mannered gentleman. He has an air of sophistication and a way of looking at her that conveys his interest in her as a person. The evening goes well and she looks forward to hearing from him again. The following day she receives an e-mail from Biff asking if she would like to meet him at a hotel room and enjoy the jacuzzi there. Instantly deflated, she realizes that he's just another horny dude on the prowl for some pussy. She chides herself for having hoped or believed that he really might have wanted to get to know her. With some exasperation, and with more sadness than she should feel, Tanya fires off an e-mail to the offending Lothario. It reads:

'Hello Biff,

The other day I was dancing at the club where I work and a customer came in. He wore a large cowboy hat and seemed very animated. I saw him speaking to a number of the other dancers and noticed that none of them remained at his table for very long. At some point he motioned for me to come speak to him. I did so. After three sentences of conversation he pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and told me I could have it if I came out to his 2008 Ford Super Duty F-450 Lariat Crew Cab truck and gave him a handjob. I expressed my indignation and walked off. You are the equivalent of that dude. You just happen to have a nicer car. Go fuck yourself.'

Life moves on. Tanya's agent books her the following week for a particular shoot with a new photographer. She shows up on the agreed-upon date and finds that the cameraman is behaving oddly. He refuses to speak and repeatedly gestures for her to pick up a folded-up piece of paper that is lying on a ledge behind her. Tanya grabs it and reads the words aloud. The note says:

'I am going to turn you into a robot.'

Tanya stares down at the page and then looks up at the photographer. Of course she laughs and responds with incredulity even as the cameraman reveals a remote control device, presses buttons on it, and waves it in her face. All of a sudden Tanya feels every muscle in her body start to seize up. Her body is resisting her mind's increasingly desperate efforts to control it! In the midst of all this the photographer finally speaks. He informs her that Biff has hired him to change her into a remote control robot who will endlessly be at the disposal of any man who might want her to perform a service for him.. "


Buy Remote Control Robot at DeviantDownloads.com to see one woman trapped in a cycle of unending ignominy!




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06.17.08
Belly Punching Blowout

New at CustomVideoTheatre.com:

"Mercedes Ashley and Tanya Danielle have a score to settle. They have known each other since they were eighteen-year-old dancers at the same club and resentment has been brewing between them for a long time. Finally Mercedes challenges Tanya to a belly punching match. Tanya agrees to the brutal terms: the ladies will take turns punching each other in the belly until one of them can no longer take the pain and concedes defeat. The match will go for three rounds if neither woman gives up sooner. In Round 1 both ladies will remain on their knees as they punch and take punches. In Round 2 they will take turns lying on their backs and getting punched in the stomach. In Round 3 they will take turns being held against a wall and getting punched in the gut. On the appointed day Tanya arrives at Mercedes' condo in Hollywood. "Nice UCLA shorts, bitch!' Mercedes sneers at her. 'Did you go to UCLA to learn how to become a stripper?" Tanya glares at her and snarls: 'For your information I stopped at TJ Maxx on the way here so I could buy these cheap-ass shorts and have something to shove down your throat after I kick your ass today!' With that Tanya lands a sucker punch that brings Mercedes to her knees and the match is on!!" (Click here for a photo preview.)

Buy Belly Punching Blowout at CustomVideoTheatre.com now!


XO Tanya


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06.10.08
Cheap thrills

In the past friends and acquaintances have asked me why I enjoy going to odd places and wallowing in squalid environments. They regarded me with some mixture of disgust and incomprehension as they waited for my answer. It was basically impossible for me to explain to them why I would take a vacation in a flophouse or visit any of the other innumerable, strange locations that beckon to me. These days I rarely tell anyone exactly where I'm going. I'll just say something vague like: "I'll be in Detroit for a week."

This month I'll be heading to Miami so I'm trying to decide where to stay. A moment ago I was reading the traveler reviews for a hotel that I happened to see last March when I was strolling along the beach in Miami. The building just called to me. Most of the travelers who bothered to submit a review for the place used adjectives like "revolting", "scary", and "dangerous" to describe it. It sounded like my kind of joint. Then I came upon this review:

"My Wife and I stayed there for 4 weeks while I was working in Miami,and let me say this,it is a real bare bones hotel .what it lacks in frills it more than makes up for in character! You will experience a vast variety of local eccentrics,hustlers etc. Everything you need is within walking distance and the bar "On the Rocks" will stay with us forever.If you want to sleep get up and go ,give it a try.The staffs only job is to take your money and give you a key but the air was cold and the water was hot and if you travel with someone you love you will always have stories to tell!Cheap thrills!"

It always warms my heart to stumble across people who enjoy weirdness. They call it "cheap thrills" and I call it "debauchery", but it's all the same thing. I would love to know how that husband and wife found each other.



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06.07.08
Thoughts for the upcoming Summer Solstice

For the Longest Day

Walt Whitman



Love the earth and the sun
and the animals,
despise riches, give alms
to everyone that asks,
stand up for the stupid
and crazy, devote your
income and labor to others,
hate tyrants, argue not
concerning God.


 


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06.02.08
A chuckle for the day
As a child I read about a man who worked for a cosmetics manufacturer dreaming up names for new shades of lipstick: "Toffee Coffee", "Rose Invitation", "Mauve Crystal", etc. I aspired to eventually land a job like that, but somehow I got sidetracked by the opportunities in the flesh trade. A number of years ago, however, I discovered a hobby - which I sometimes self-consciously refer to as a "business" - that allowed me to indulge my affinity for words. I began amassing a collection of domain names. For years now I've been acquiring and selling domain names which means, in reality, that I've registered thousands more of them than I've actually sold. I have become especially partial to domains that end in ".us" because you can spell a lot of adjectives with our country code: insidio.us, egregio.us, flirtatio.us, etc. Most commonly used words were snapped up long ago, but I always feel compelled to check on their availability just in case one of them might have slipped through the cracks. A few minutes ago I typed in ignominio.us just to see if anything was there. The photo on the page just cracked me up. It must have hit me at the right moment :) XO Tanya ***

 

05.31.08
New video previews!


Click here to see all the new video previews at DeviantDownloads.com. Click on each photo on the page to see a preview of that particular video.

Click here to see all the new video previews at CustomVideoTheatre.com.

Click here to see a preview of the new Red Mesh gallery that I have added to FantasyImageStore.com.

Click here for a preview of an awesome new DVD starring MMA fighter Frank Trigg.


Have a great weekend!


XO Tanya




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05.26.08
Memorial Day
Greetings on Memorial Day. Hopefully our soldiers will return home soon. I, along with the rest of the US, salute you for your valor. God Bless those who died serving our country.


XO Tanya



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05.25.08
"A Touch of Leather" - final week!
Running Time: 46 minutes
Studio: Bruce Seven Productions

Starring: Summer Cummings, Skye Blue, Chayse Manhattan, Felecia, Bobbi Brandt, and Ivy English

Whenever Summer visits Master Seven's dungeon, you know that craziness is about to happen! Add to that a lot of leather paddles and whips, and you're going to see more red asses and thighs than you've seen in a long, long time. What we do with Summer's tongue is well worth the price of admission alone!

A Touch of Leather will be playing at my Bondage Slave Theatre for one more week. All members of TanyaDanielle.com get to watch 12 new full-length movies inside the members' area for free each month. Don't miss out - join now!


XO Tanya




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05.23.08
How to Pick Up Chicks

New at DeviantDownloads.com: How to Pick Up Chicks

"Stacy Burke tells you everything you need to know about picking up women and having a good time. Actually, her advice is decidedly unconventional. Let Stacy fill you in on what turns her on and what turns her off as she brings you up to date on the recent events in her life. Even interviewer Tanya Danielle seems startled by many of Stacy's revelations. You don't want to miss their illuminating discussion. Stacy will soon be appearing on the popular The Girls Next Door TV series and this interview contains a lot of salacious behind-the-scenes info that you will enjoy.. "

Don't miss out! Buy How to Pick Up Chicks at DeviantDownloads.com now!


XO Tanya




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05.22.08
Sister Tanya has a secret
Now playing at CustomVideoTheatre.com: Virtue

"Sister Tanya has a secret. And it's something much more significant than the flask of vodka that she keeps locked inside one of her filing cabinets. The good Sister has an alter ego. When danger imperils the young women at her exclusive prep school Sister Tanya sheds her headdress, black robes, and dorky white stockings as she prepares to morph into the lethal, buxom superheroine known as Virtue! In this video Sister Tanya receives a call from the mayor of Parker City who warns her of insidious forces that are looming just outside the gates of their city. After hanging up the phone Sister Tanya dons her red supersuit and prepares for action!"

Buy Virtue at CustomVideoTheatre.com now! (Click here for a preview.)


XO Tanya




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05.16.08
Hot models and free videos!

Check out all my favorite models at my brand-new Pornstar Portal!


XO Tanya




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05.14.08
Mixed Wrestling Mayhem

Mistress Purple is not in the mood to take any shit from Monkeyboy. She insists on a wrestling match and then deals out the most ruthless of physical punishments, including vicious trampling maneuvers and lethal leg scissors. Click here for a preview and then join TanyaDanielle.com to see Mixed Wrestling Mayhem in its entirety!


XO Tanya



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05.10.08
Big Boob Bonanza

Big Boob Bonanza
starring Amy Reid and Laura Lion is now playing inside the members' area! The full-length video is free for all members. Click here for a preview.

Join TanyaDanielle.com to see 12 new full-length movie selections each month!


XO Tanya




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05.09.08
New streaming video theatre!

Big news!


I just added the Cat Scratch Fever streaming video theatre to the members' area! Members can now watch 4-5 full-length catfight movies each month. The selection of videos will change on a monthly basis. Join now to see these exciting choices for the month of May:

Rotten to the Core - Part 2
starring me and Devon Michaels

Clothes Make a Woman starring Barocca and Lacey Legends

Mixed Wrestling Mayhem starring Monkey boy and British bruisers Queen Kat and Mistress Purple

Erotic Wrestling from Joan Wise Productions


Don't miss out - join now to see all these movies along with the massive amount of catfight content in my members' area!


XO Tanya




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05.06.08
We're back!!
The Members' Area is open again. Thank you very much for your patience as we continue to make some big changes.


XO Tanya



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04.11.08
Strap-on Sexfest

New at CustomVideoTheatre.com:

Their heated catfight ended a while ago and Tanya and Summer then got really horny while modeling lingerie for each other and their newly arrived friend Brian (who remains off camera.) Now the ladies are on their second bottle of wine. They are excited about having a raunchy threesome with Brian and Summer pulls out her strap-on dildo to show Brian just how Tanya likes to be fucked! After experiencing an intense orgasm Tanya straps on the big dick and helps Summer achieve her climax as she encourages Brian to continue jerking off his dick while he watches them..


Buy Strap-on Sexfest at CustomVideoTheatre.com now to witness these two ladies enjoying their drunken, decadent sexcapade!


- XO Tanya











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04.07.08
Pat's Reign of Terror - Part 3

New at DeviantDownloads.com:

"Pat does not take rejection lightly. She goes nuts when a woman rebuffs her attempts at either romance or friendship. Sure, she looks mild-mannered and timid with her unflattering haircut, thick glasses, and ill-fitting clothing, but her outward appearance belies the seething hatred that Pat harbors deep within her soul. Pat likes to make women pay if they get a little too uppity with her. She spends untold hours, days, and weeks in her basement concocting strange potions that will enable her to control the minds of the women who have hurt her feelings. Jewell Marceau has grated on Pat's nerves for some time now. It's as if Jewell does not even notice that Pat is alive even though they work for the same company. Of course Pat decides to do what she always does to assuage her frustration: she sets out to poison the object of her fixation with a noxious substance that will cause the defenseless woman to lose all control of her muscles and end up frozen, completely and utterly at Pat's mercy!"


Will Jewell survive Pat's attempt to totally dominate her body?! Buy Pat's Reign of Terror -Part 3 at DeviantDownloads.com to watch Pat continuing her spate of atrocities as she "freezes" yet another beautiful, unsuspecting woman..



- XO Tanya












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04.03.08
OK, OK, I admit it..

Yeah, it was me. And Jewell. And Anastasia Pierce. We were three of the women filmed with Formula One president Max Mosley in a hotel room having sex and engaging in some Nazi role-playing. Click here to read the full story. I'll just admit my involvement in it right now. Yes, I was the prisoner who everyone sodomized. The Associated Press neglected to mention that Max has a fetish for latex garments, but indeed he does. Just look at the outfits he bought us. The craziest thing about the whole situation was that he actually wanted to film our contemptible behavior. I named the videos the Prisoner of War series and posted them on my website. Presumably it was exciting for Max to flirt recklessly with ignominy and public humiliation before he did finally get caught. Sometimes you gotta wonder about these guys who inhabit positions of seeming power and influence.



Join now to see the full Prisoner of War series!



(Hehe.. I hope I don't seem racially insensitive, but this Max Mosley story is so scandalous that I can't help but turn it into a crass marketing ploy and enjoy it. Even my friend LTJ agrees.)



- XO Tanya












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04.01.08
Smuffed Out
Now playing at CustomVideoTheatre.com:

"Tanya is a pornographic film actress who is feeling the pressure of living in the expensive city of Los Angeles. She needs to pay her property taxes by April 10 and her federal and state income taxes by April 15. Finally she decides to get a part-time job cleaning rooms at a local hotel since she has a great deal of experience in the janitorial profession. To her surprise her new employer requests that she wear a short, slutty French maid outfit while she is on the job. Tanya fumes inwardly but she agrees to wear the ridiculous attire as she scrubs toilets, vacuums carpets, and performs the other tasks required of her. She reminds herself to be grateful for the extra money every time she catches her boss leering at her while she's working. Then one day she catches him jerking off as he is watching her and another maid change sheets in one of the guest rooms. A few weeks later the same thing happens again. The other maid begins to cry from shock and humiliation and Tanya feels a familiar sense of rage simmering in her gut. She devises a plan to teach her creepy boss a lesson. All she needs to do is wait for him to begin fondling himself while she is working. Two days later the perfect opportunity presents itself when her boss sneaks up behind her and starts masturbating as she is dusting some of the furniture. Tanya whips around in surprise, regains her composure, and then engages him in conversation. At first she is giggly and pleasant, but the tenor of her discourse changes very quickly when she grabs her offensive boss by his sweaty nuts and throws him on to the freshly made bed. He is still writhing in pain when Tanya strips off her silly maid uniform and commences a ruthless campaign of smothering/facesitting torture. She informs her trembling boss that she may not let him live another day. His eyeballs bulge out in terror as she cuts off his breathing by sitting on his face, her pussy and ass clamped down firmly over his nostrils and mouth. Tanya glares down at him with both malice and enjoyment blazing in her eyes. Will her chauvinist boss survive? Or does Tanya intend to "smuff" out his life?! Buy this brutal, riveting clip to fully understand the ordeal Tanya's boss is facing - the video is shot completely in POV perspective! "


Smuffed Out is now available at CustomVideoTheatre.com!



- XO Tanya












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03.29.08
End-of-the-Month Special: "Whipped Cream and Roses"
On sale at DeviantDownloads.com this weekend:

"Tanya loves the roses you sent. She's waiting for you in sexy lingerie, stroking herself with one of the soft buds. She spreads petals on the bed in anticipation of your arrival. Then she leaves the room only to return naked with whipped cream strategically covering her nipples and pointing to the promised land. Licking off what she can, she teases you by rubbing the rest in and licking it from her fingers, then covering her tits and body with lotion and letting you lick her to orgasm. Her next request is that she makes you cum as well... "

Buy Whipped Cream and Roses at DeviantDownloads.com before April 1 for just $12.99 (regular price $20.99)!


- XO Tanya












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03.26.08
This is important
Many members of our military are stationed around the world right now and it is very disturbing to contemplate their peril and to reflect on the political reasons for why they are risking their lives. Often it makes me feel guilty to sit at home, to go to the beach, or do any of the number of things I do in my easy life. I always make sure to keep our troops in my prayers. A few minutes ago I came across this article written by a US soldier and found it very important, troubling, and touching. Please read it if you have a chance.


- XO Tanya










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03.23.08
The Last Day
Good afternoon,

I am in the lobby of the hotel where I've been staying this past week. This is my last day here. Tonight I will be switching to a different hotel where I will have Internet access in my room. Finally I can begin posting in the members' area again and actually doing a little bit of other work since I won't have to worry about anyone looking over my shoulder and seeing naked photos while I'm using my laptop.

My trip out here to Miami has had both pleasant and unsettling moments. Quite often - OK, almost all the time - I found myself thinking about past relationships and various things I have screwed up in my life. At some point it hit me that most of my relationships failed because I approached them with too much urgency, the same urgency with which I have approached my career and everything else in my life. My fear-driven determination has enabled me to make a living in a tough business all these years. I have no family and nowhere to turn if I fail so I've made sure to keep the money flowing. Many times I have heard people refer to the "easy money" that can be earned in the adult industry. There is no easy money here. Trust me. I chose to be a part of this business and I don't regret it, but I (and everyone else in this industry who has had any longevity) have dealt with a bunch of crap. Photographers, directors, and strip club customers started telling me that I was old, fat, and ugly when I was eighteen years old. Yeah, I heard compliments too, but the flattery and insults began morphing into one big blob of bullshit many years ago. I have trouble believing anything that anyone says anymore.

In years past ex-boyfriends would often ask me: "Why can't you just relax?" I just couldn't. At every moment I was preparing myself for the day when no one would hire me anymore and I could no longer make any money dancing. The clock was ticking. I religiously worked out every day, bought real estate, and invested in the stockmarket while I waited for the axe to fall. Any day could be my last day although I wasn't really sure how I would know it was the last day. It just seemed that I could not waste time doing anything other than working, working out, or worrying about my nebulous future. Relaxation did not fit into my agenda.

I had a few long-term relationships and I drove my boyfriends crazy by over-analyzing everything, constantly looking for any sign or nuance in their behavior that would indicate that they were sick of me. Oh, they got sick of me all right. My all-encompassing, unrelenting state of anxiety must have infected their psyches too. It must have sucked to hang out with someone who was constantly bracing herself for The Last Day of her career and The Last Day of her romantic relationship. I examined everything with manic scrutiny, ever vigilant for the inevitable harbingers of doom that would signal the demise of my relationship and the death of my career. This past week I finally realized that my neurotic fixations have caused two things to happen in my life:

1) Constantly looking for problems has enabled me to earn a nice living for myself because I take steps to correct the problems that I do find and thus I remain prosperous.

2) Constantly looking for problems has screwed up almost every romantic relationship in my life because I create a maelstrom of anxiety that never subsides regardless of how much reassurance my partner tries to give me.

What enables me to make money is precisely what pushes people away from me. How did I get this old without figuring it out sooner? I'm perpetually looking for problems so I can solve them. I had some good relationships but I was always anticipating the worst and trying to find issues that probably did not even exist. All those years I was just trying too darned hard because that's what I thought that I needed to do. So what lead to my realizing all this while walking on the beach in Miami? Well, I was thinking about a friend of mine. She also works in the adult industry. This woman is beautiful, sexy, successful financially, and almost always alone. Like me she has no family and is completely self-reliant. I used to think that men shied away from her because she is so independent. Then a few days ago I started to realize that the issue is probably something completely different. She tries to force stuff. Her intensity and determination are obvious from the time you meet her. Those qualities enable her to make a lot of money, but I think they also scare people off. She just tries too hard to make people like her and then becomes quietly hateful towards them if they don't react how she wants them to. I think I do the same thing and it's not a good way to go through life.

Today is Easter Sunday and I will be sitting in a hotel room eating pizza by myself. I could have been home with friends in LA, but solitude seems more fitting right now. I feel very peaceful after writing this and I am not sad. Over and over and over throughout the years people have advised me to "relax and enjoy life" and "to sit back and let good things come." I used to think they were crazy, but I'm starting to realize that my life would be richer if I would stop compulsively over-analyzing my relationships with others and trust in the notion that I will attract good people. In fact, I am blessed to have several wonderful, very close friends. The future looks bright and I no longer will spend my time worrying about The Last Day of my career or The Last Day of any relationship. I can run adult websites even if I am old and gray and I will eventually settle down with someone until I am old and gray. My goal is to make this The Last Day of chronic anxiety.

Happy Easter to all and may God Bless our troops who are serving our country all over the world.


- XO Tanya










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03.21.08
I had a dream..
This morning I woke up around 9am or so. I had already slept for eight hours, but I wanted to stay in bed. My mind was trying to untangle something, but I had no idea what it was. I drifted off to sleep again, feeling relaxed and hoping my dreams would illuminate whatever I needed to know. At some point later I dreamt that I was in a messy, cluttered house. All of a sudden I saw my beloved white kitty Samantha (who passed on in 2005) frolicking with a dog. I could not get her to come to me. She looked good, larger than ever with a healthy-looking coat. Something appeared odd about a section of her body near one of her hind legs. I tried calling to her and attempted to get closer to her so I could examine her and see if she was injured. She kept running with the dark-colored dog and then vanished somewhere in the house. At that point I became aware that my dear friend Al (who passed on last November) was coming to see me. I saw him approach the house through the window. He peered through the same window into the room where I was standing with a great deal of anticipation. He could not yet see me, but I knew he was very, very much looking forward to it. He rang the doorbell and I went to answer it. When I opened the door he and I looked at each other with great affection and meaning. We both smiled and then hugged each other. I woke up after that and looked at the clock. It was nearly 11:30am this morning.

A friend of mine has a book about dream interpretation. Months ago I had a dream about my dog Shelby. I think she has probably passed on, but I'm not sure. She lived with me and my ex-boyfriend many years ago and he kept her after our breakup. My friend looked up the significance of dreaming about a deceased pet in his book and found that supposedly it meant that Shelby was trying to warn me of something. If she looked bedraggled then it meant that she had really struggled hard to get the warning to me. I reflected on all this this morning. Samantha had looked healthy and happy in this morning's dream, but something had appeared strange about that one section of her body. Was she trying to warn me of something?

An hour later, after several cups of coffee, I left to go jogging. The dream was haunting me a bit, but it felt good to be outside jogging and listening to music. Within a mile or two I happened to notice an older Cadillac with fancy rims and dark-tinted windows passing by at a high rate of speed. Later on I slowed down and started walking because I was tired. Shortly after that a heavily tattooed, shirtless man rounded a corner and began running towards me. He did not look like a typical jogger and from a distance I judged him to be a somewhat healthy member of a rock band who was out getting some exercise. Don't know why I thought that, but I did. As he drew closer we nodded at each other and then he paused so he could ask me directions. I looked into his face and saw the unmistakable eyes of an ex-convict. His teeth were really bad and all his tattoos had the coloration of jailhouse tattoos. I told him I was just visiting and did not know how to get to the beach that he had mentioned. He asked where I was from and I told him. He looked at my face more closely and then down at the tent-sized t-shirt I was wearing. He read the logos on my shirt and told me I was beautiful. I smiled and turned to go. He extended his hand and introduced himself. I wiped off my sweaty palm on my shirt, shook his hand, and told him my name. The coolness of his hand and the relaxed confidence of his handshake struck me. He wanted to keep talking, but I turned to go.

I walked away and then noticed the old Cadillac with black windows parked a short distance away. Obviously it belonged to the man I had just encountered. I kept thinking about him as I trudged down the road. Then I saw the Cadillac pass me. And then it passed me again. And again. He did a slow drive-by the next time and stared at me. I smiled politely and nodded at him. My experience with ex-convicts has taught me to always remain courteous with them until they give you a solid reason to react with anger. Some of them are volatile enough to become violent over any type of perceived transgression and some of them are self-destructive enough that they don't care if they end up back in prison or not. Others of them are really cool people. This tattooed man had so far not done anything beyond flirting with me even if he was doing it in a creepy, aggressive manner. I kept on walking, intending to head towards a busier street. The Cadillac reappeared before I could do so. This time he drove onto the wrong side of the street where I was walking, coming scarily close to me with the front of his car. His window was rolled down about halfway and he kept telling me I was beautiful and asking me to come closer to his car. I knew that he might purposely hit me with the Caddy so I giggled n a friendly, half-joking manner and said:

"No. You're making me nervous. Stop."

I walked more quickly as I said this, but I kept smiling. In the past I have defused similar situations by not reacting with fear or hatred or outrage at the obvious threat looming in front of me. It saved me because it gave my deranged, would-be assailant an opportunity to change his course of action without feeling that he had been "punked" by a woman. Hopefully this dude would abandon his attempts to intimidate me and just drive off. For the moment he kept driving closer to my legs and I just continued walking as he encouraged me to approach his window. I knew that he was probably fondling himself and wanted me to see him do it. Finally he veered the car towards me at an angle so it ended up blocking the path in front of me. I stopped and looked right at him. He was reaching with both hands to pick up something that was concealed next to his seat. I knew he was about to pull out a gun and I said (or did I shout?) "No!" and began running up on somebody's front lawn to get away from him. I was running for my life and I heard a car accelerate behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see if he was about to run me down with the Cadillac. At that moment I realized that a minivan had turned the corner and its engine was the one that I had heard. In the same instant I locked eyes with the tattooed man and he raised his hands off the steering wheel and mouthed the words "okay, okay" at me through the windshield to indicate that he would stop pursuing me. I continued running in the direction of a busy street and willed myself to calm down. A few minutes later I was still filled with adrenaline but telling myself that everything was fine because it was. I ran down the sidewalk and passed a bench full of people who were waiting for a bus. I noticed that all three of them quickly retracted their legs as I went by. In reality I had not been close enough to trip over their legs, but they must have sensed some weird type of emotional energy coming off me.

I arrived back at my hotel and took a shower. That man's handshake had been so cool and so confident. I lathered up my body and stayed underneath the spray of hot water for a long time.










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03.20.08
Greetings from the lobby
Still no WiFi access in my room so I've got my laptop down here in the lobby. Spring Break is in full swing here in South Florida. My hotel is booked to capacity. At the moment I am the only person who is fully dressed and typing on a computer. That will change momentarily, but I just wanted to say "hello" to all of you members. Hope everyone is having a nice week!


- XO Tanya

P.S. Paolo, I will send you the gun photos today!











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03.18.08
Greetings from Miami
Good afternoon,

I still cannot enter the members' area because I cannot access the Internet from my hotel room. The only place I can get online is in the lobby. Normally I post every day on the members' bulletin board but I can't really pull that up on the computer when there are so many people around. Fortunately there is a back door entrance into this blog so I can write stuff here without naked photos popping up on my computer screen.

Turns out that it is the collegiate Spring Break time of year. I had not considered that when I booked my trip. Fortunately I have no problem being around drunken teenagers in bikinis :-)

Well, I better get back out to the beach. Hope all you members had a fun St. Patrick's Day and are doing well. I didn't do anything special yesterday since no one else around here did either. As you might expect there does not seem to be a large Irish population here in South Florida.


- XO Tanya










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03.17.08
Happy St.Patrick's Day
Good evening,

I am sitting in the lobby of a hotel in Miami. The WiFi in my room is not working so I can't enter the members' area of the site right now. There are too many passersby in this part of the hotel and, as all members know, there are naked photos surrounding the bulletin board where I normally post my daily greetings. So for the moment I will just "Hello" on this blog. Miami is beautiful. I walked for hours on the beach and now I'm really sore and my eyes are starting to close. Tomorrow I will find a more private WiFi spot so I can get back on the members' bulletin board.Hope everyone is doing well :-)

Happy St. Patty's Day! (Have one for me - I'm too tired to go get a drink.)


- XO Tanya











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03.11.08
Ms.Milf USA

Enterprising reporter Stacy Burke uncovered damning photographs of the newly crowned Ms. Milf USA. Many contestants had reacted with shock when the chunky, big-titted blonde from California had won the title. After all, she had totally flubbed her interview question, had merely read a poem for the talent portion of the competition, and she clearly had not been dieting as much as her competitors. Ms. Milf Arizona and Ms. Milf Michigan asked Stacy Burke to investigate the surprising victory. Within days the reporter had acquired shocking photographs of five pageant judges gang-banging Ms. Milf California on the night before the competition! All of a sudden it was very clear how she had won the national title. Stacy wasted no time confronting the pageant winner with the evidence. A nasty, nasty catfight between the two women ensued as Ms. Milf USA sought to permanently silence the reporter..

The full Ms. Milf USA gallery will be appearing in the members' area soon. Click here for a preview!


- XO Tanya











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03.07.08
New auction!
Click here to view my latest auction. Here is the listing description:

"XXX Film Star 36DD Tanya Danielle's Skirt Worn on Cover of XXX Movie & In Hustler Big Bust Magazine, an autographed copy of the DVD and Big Bust Magazine, A Bonus Bra & Panty set owned and worn by Tanya, an Autographed One-of-a-Kind Polaroid of Tanya Modeling Lingerie Just For You, 2 Autographed 8 X 10s, a bonus Autographed Hardcore Magazines Featuring Tanya, and Certificate of Authenticity! Direct from Tanya's Bedroom to Your Doorstep!"


- XO Tanya










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03.03.08
Sexy Secretaries
New at DeviantDownloads.com: Sexy Secretaries - Part 1

"Something is up at the office. Stacy Burke stays practically chained to her desk for twelve hours each day. She comes into the office on the weekends even when she is not asked. She has the constant sensation that she is falling behind on her workload. Other secretaries in her department have that same sinking feeling, but not Tanya Danielle. Tanya doesn't feel like adhering to the normal tradition of toiling at the office from 9am to 5 pm. She's got better stuff to do. Generally she doesn't even show up in the morning until 10 or 11am. By noon, or perhaps a bit before, she leaves to go to lunch. It is unclear whether or not she ever bothers to eat anything because she usually returns about 3 hours later reeking of liquor, cigarette smoke, and cheap perfume. Sometimes she has glitter on her face. Rumor has it that she likes to get lap dances at one of the local strip clubs about 4 or 5 times a week. Evidently one or some of the dancers have no problem buffing her face with their big boobs. Sometimes their sparkly body lotion rubs off on her, but Tanya never takes a moment to wipe it away. By the time she is done partying during her lunch hour she is not able to differentiate the individual specks of glitter on her face from the other bright lights she sees dancing in her head. So how does Tanya get any work done? What type of performance reviews does she receive? Well, Tanya's boss always gives her stellar reviews.

This past Friday Stacy received a dismal work performance review from the very same boss. Stacy wants to know Tanya's secret - she is just dying to know how the big-titted, blonde imbecile has become the pet of their boss. It turns out that Tanya is extremely eager to show her..


Buy Sexy Secretaries - Part 1 at DeviantDownloads.com to watch Tanya returning from her 3-hour lunch hour with a sack full of lingerie. Of course it turns out that Tanya has a lot more than just lacy garments inside her bag of tricks.. "

(Click here for a preview.)



- XO Tanya













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02.29.08
Comeuppance

New at CustomVideoTheatre.com: Comeuppance

Deputy Summer Cummings always had a little too much faith in her abilities. She lacked the perspicacity to recognize her own shortcomings. For years she patrolled the streets of Los Angeles and believed she was invincible. Inevitably, she fell prey to a ruthless criminal. This large, sadistic, masked man kidnapped the busty officer and put her through Hell. He dragged Officer Cummings into an eery underground chamber draped in purple velvet where he bound, gagged, and molested her. For what seemed an eternity she struggled against her ropes, attempting to escape. Officer Cummings survived her ordeal, but never did recover her self-confidence or her dignity.

Buy Comeuppance at CustomVideoTheatre.com to witness her humiliation.



- XO Tanya












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02.26.08
Road Rage!
New at CustomVideoTheatre.com: Road Rage!

"Tanya Danielle was motoring around in her truck when she accidentally hit the bumper of Kianna Dior's flashy sports car. Kianna was just pulling into her driveway when it happened. She indicated for Tanya to follow her into her driveway. Tanya did so. It looked to Tanya that Kianna was inclined to behave in a reasonable manner. Kianna was wearing a mild expression on her face and her posture did not suggest hostility. Tanya sat in her truck waiting for Kianna to approach her. All of a sudden she realized that the gate to Kianna's driveway was slowly closing behind her. Kianna was trapping Tanya in her driveway! A nasty, nasty catfight with plenty of hairpulling, breast mauling, punches, shoves, and crotch-grabbing ensued.. "

Who emerged victorious in this traffic-related brouhaha? Buy Road Rage! at CustomVideoTheatre.com to find out now! (Click here for a preview.)



- XO Tanya











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02.20.08
Kianna Captured!

New at CustomVideoTheatre.com: Kianna Captured!

Intrepid spy Kianna Dior does not take her foes seriously. She views them as annoying obstacles to her missions rather than as legitimate threats to her safety. Kianna has had a few close calls, but nothing serious enough to make her doubt her skills or threatening enough to prompt her to watch her own back more carefully. She enjoys the unshakable conviction that she can thwart any adversary who attempts to tangle with her. Her arrogant attitude has served her well for years, perhaps too well. Kianna feels nearly invincible. Here and there she dutifully reminds herself to exercise more caution and then neglects to do so. Unbeknownst to the Asian beauty cunning jewel thief Damon Pierce has been watching her every move, just waiting for her to slip up.

Buy Kianna Captured! at CustomVideoTheatre.com to watch Damon overpower Kianna and then revel in his power over the helpless beauty! (Click here for a preview.)


- XO Tanya












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02.17.08
Ms. Confederate vs. Dark Angel
Superheroines Ms. Confederate and Dark Angel (AKA Stacy Burke) volunteered to help local law enforcement monitor a fraternity party that was taking place on the USC campus. Everything was going fine until Ms.Confederate started drinking what she thought was non-alcoholic fruit punch. In actuality, the fraternity brothers had spiked it with liquor and Ms. Confederate got smashed. The disgusted Dark Angel practically had to carry her to a nearby motel so she did not embarrass them any further. Ms. Confederate passed out on the bed as Dark Angel went back to oversee the throngs of students at the party. Just before dawn Dark Angel returned to the motel room to find that Ms. Confederate was still fast asleep in the middle of the bed. She tried to shove her to one side, but Ms. Confederate would not budge. Finally Dark Angel had had enough and she shook her drunken friend awake. "First you humiliate me and now you won't let me get any sleep!" Dark Angel screamed at her. "I can't take it anymore - you are absolutely worthless! You have pushed me to the edge.. now I'm going to strip you naked, carry you back to the frat house, and leave your nude body on their doorstep!!" A nasty, nasty battle ensued..


Join now to see this ferocious superheroine fight in its entirety! (Click here for a preview.)



- XO Tanya












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02.13.08
Masked Victim
I have been trying to learn more about web design. Jewell Marceau introduced me to a webmaster named Larry who agreed to help me out. Larry was awesome. He spent a lot of time teaching me stuff at my apartment. Often he and I would go grab dinner with my next-door neighbor Lucy after he'd spent hours tutoring me on the computer. We all became good pals. One morning Lucy was having coffee at my apartment and happened to pick up my phone when it rang.

"Hey, LTJ!" I heard her exclaim.

I gave her a questioning look. Who was LTJ? She kept on chatting. From her side of the conversation I deduced that she was speaking to Larry. Why had she addressed him as "LTJ"? Were those his initials? I thought about it for a second. No, Larry's last name was Feinberg. The next thing I knew Lucy was thrusting the phone into my face. Larry and I spoke for a few moments, agreed to meet that evening at 5pm for more web design lessons, and then hung up.

"Why did you call him "LTJ"? I asked Lucy.

"That's my nickname for him." she said. "It's short for Larry the Jew."

I almost dropped my coffee into my lap. Lucy looked at me.

"What?!" I said with shock. "Does he knew that? You can't call him that!"

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because.. because.. it's racist, I guess." I stated lamely.

"Why is it racist?" she asked. "His name is Larry and he is a Jew."

That stopped me. I didn't know what to say. Was it racist? Or insensitive? Or something? I really wasn't sure. We dropped the subject and went on with our day. The following Sunday Jewell called and I asked if I wanted to come over for a Bloody Mary. I agreed and drove over to her place. Upon arrival I called out her name as I entered her house. She was waiting for me with leather straps in her hand and she tackled me before I could even react. All of a sudden she was jamming a leather mask over my head and screaming:

"I can't believe the nickname you gave Larry!! You're going to stay bound and gagged for a long time while you regroup the thoughts in your fat, blonde head!"

I wanted to protest my innocence, but I couldn't speak through the confining leather. Jewell did indeed give me a long time to adjust my thinking..


Click here for a preview and then join
now to see the Masked Victim gallery in its entirety!



- XO Tanya












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02.10.08
Roommate's Revenge
New at DeviantDownloads.com:

Francesca Le has a stalker. Her former roommate has been watching her every move and waiting for the perfect time to strike. This former roommate, Pat, has two notable attributes: she is a nutcase and she is also an alchemist. Pat spends most of her time in a laboratory concocting potions that will enable her to control Francesca's mind and body. Finally she comes up with a formula that she intends to pour into Francesca's bottle of baby oil. On one sunny afternoon Pat breaks into Francesca's apartment, slips the tonic into the baby oil, and hides in a closet to wait until Francesca gets home. She knows Francesca's habits and prepares to stay there until Francesca takes a shower and then rubs the tainted baby oil all over her sexy body. At that point Francesca will be at Pat's mercy!!

Buy this outrageous video at DeviantDownloads.com to see Pat's diabolical plan come to fruition!



- XO Tanya












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02.07.08
New auction!
Click here to check out my newest auction and bid to win multiple bikinis, photos, magazines, and more!



- XO Tanya












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02.04.08
The Midas Dildo



New at DeviantDownloads.com: The Midas Dildo

"Professor of Archeology Tanya Danielle calls graduate student Kianna Dior into her office to examine an ancient artifact. Kianna is shocked to discover that the professor is asking her to inspect an item that resembles a modern sex toy. "Is this a joke?" Kianna blurts out. The professor assures her that it is not and encourages her to test out the vibrator. Kianna cannot resist the impulse to do so and she begins rubbing it all over her body and moaning with pleasure. Professor Danielle wastes no time as she quickly strips off all of Kianna's clothing as well as her own. Kianna barely notices the Professor's actions as the vibrator brings her progressively closer to climax. At this point the professor informs Kianna that she had unearthed the sex toy during an excavation of King Midas' palace. She then tells the breathless student: "It is said that an ancient king fashioned it with the help of the gods; that it could entice all but the strongest of minds, and that those that used it fell afoul of the curse." Her cautionary words barely register as Kianna orgasms and then freezes like a statue, subject to whatever fate might befall her next ..


What does Professor Danielle do to the frozen, helpless Kianna? Buy The Midas Dildo at DeviantDownloads.com to find out now!



- XO Tanya












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02.02.08
Smother Extortion
Duncan is the most prominent banker in Hunterville. Nearly all the citizens in town know him by sight and hold him in extremely high regard. When Duncan needs a little action he has to drive all the way to Atlanta so he does not compromise his reputation on his home turf. As the years wear on Duncan becomes something of an entity in the nightclub scene of the big city. Some of the bouncers start referring to him as "the weird rich guy from that hick town." It seems that Duncan likes to pick up hot babes at the bar, take them to his hotel, put on an athletic cup, and pay the women to kick him really hard in the nuts. Beautiful, devious Shannon Kelly finds out about this and decides to blackmail the wealthy banker. She catches his eye at a bar one night and soon enough the giddy couple is heading to the Ritz-Carlton in his chauffeur-driven limo. Upon entering the hotel suite Shannon kicks him as hard as she can in the balls. She announces that he is going to pay her $100,000 or else she will blackmail him by placing videos of his past ball-kicking encounters on the Internet. When Duncan refuses to give her money she embarks on a campaign of brutal facesitting/smothering torture to break his will. Of course she varies her methods of abuse by incorporating some stinging face slaps, leg scissors, and boob smothers as well..


Buy Smother Extortion at CustomVideoTheatre.com now!



- XO Tanya














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01.29.08
More harbingers of doom?
The US dollar is weak, the residential real estate market has collapsed, and huge losses have occurred in the stockmarket. What else does the average American citizen have to fear?

Click here to see the disturbing answer.


- XO Tanya







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01.27.08
Memories of 7th Street
Years ago I was walking on Seventh Street near downtown Los Angeles as my mind reeled and my soul churned. It had been a rough day and I wanted to get back to my room. Aggressive, ominpresent drug dealers and severely drug-addicted prostitutes lined this block near Witmer. They eyed all the passersby. The only people returning their gazes were those seeking heroin or sex. All the rest of us looked into the grey distance or down at the sidewalk. Gazing at the ground connotes a sense of discomfort, possibly trepidation, but it had always worked well enough for me. It conveyed my disinterest in purchasing drugs. I aimed my scrutiny, though not my awareness, at the concrete beneath my feet as I headed for the Mayfair Hotel. All at once it seemed that someone was looking up at me. Everyone on the sidewalk seemed to stop. The world seemed to stop. I looked back at the man who in actuality was standing at least 20 feet ahead of me. He was leaning on crutches and he was hunched over like a horseshoe. That condition seems to occur in very elderly people although I do not know the name of it. The gentleman was gesturing animatedly at me and seemed to have something of an encouraging - perhaps pleading - smile on his face. People hurried past him on either side, eager to get off Seventh Street and arrive at their destinations. A drug dealer and some blank-faced young teenagers lingered near the man, but this gentleman was staring straight into my eyes. I began rushing towards him...


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- XO Tanya










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01.24.08
Lingerie auction!

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- XO Tanya


 


 


 


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01.21.08
Tanya Dominates Ashley
Now playing inside the members' area: "Tanya Dominates Ashley"

"It all started with a phone call. My lover rang me up to inform me that his wife, Ashley, had discovered our affair and was right then racing to my apartment to confront me. He and I chuckled together and then I hung up the phone. I knew that his wife would arrive momentarily because we lived in the same building. With a smug smile I perched on the edge of my couch, crossed my arms, and waited for her to make her grand entrance. Less than thirty seconds later the front door flew open and a set of keys arced through the air and landed on the hardwood floor just inches from my feet.

"I guess those are your keys, bitch!" Ashley screamed at me.

Ashley was fuming, a white-hot rage inflaming her very soul. I smiled at her, not the least bit daunted by her fury.

"You are fucking my husband, aren't you?!" she spat at me. "I found those keys in his pants pocket and I just knew they would open your door, you home-wrecking cunt!"

I rolled my eyes and sashayed over to the closet where I pulled out two neckties.

"Do these look familiar?" I inquired.

Ashley's eyes bugged out.

"Those belong to my husband!" she shrieked.

"That is correct." I affirmed as I grabbed her by the wrist.

I'll give Ashley credit for even trying to fight. She must have sensed my ill intentions and she did try to defend herself. It took me a few minutes to trap her in a sleeper hold. She went limp in my arms and I dumped her unresisting body onto my couch. By the time Ashley fully awoke I had already tied her to the arm of my couch with her husband's neckties and had begun playing with her large, delectable breasts. There was nothing she could do. I enjoyed her for a while before releasing her from her binds and marching her into the bedroom. After tying her up in a horribly uncomfortable position I proceeded to ravish her helpless body for the next 30 minutes.. "


What happened after I finished sating my desires? Did I ever return Ashley to her husband? Would you? Join now to find out the answers to all these questions!



- XO Tanya











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01.18.08
Harmony Bliss as Catwoman
Blonde, bodacious Harmony Bliss toils in a medical office by day so she can steal stashes of drugs and inject them into innocent captives. No one at her day job realizes that seemingly guileless Harmony morphs into the nefarious Catwoman as soon as darkness falls. At night she prowls the streets to abduct men and women by drugging them and carrying their limp bodies back to her sex dungeon. Her victims awake to unimaginable horror as they discover that they are chained to cold, stone walls in the midst of a crowd of masked strangers. Southern superheroine Ms. Confederate has been stalking Catwoman so she can put an end to her appalling criminal behavior. Their showdown takes place at a beautiful mansion in Malibu, California. It turns out that Catwoman has a sneaky trick of smearing a powerful opiate all over her ample cleavage. Will Ms. Confederate be able to break free of this morphine-laced boob smother??


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- XO Tanya











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01.15.08
Smothered by Shannon
New at my Custom Video Theatre: Smothered by Shannon

"Duncan has established a reputation around the greater Los Angeles area. It seems that he lives with his parents in order to have enough money to make the payments on his brand new Mercedes. He likes people to see him wheeling into the parking lots of trendy clubs and fancy restaurants in his flashy vehicle. It helps him attract women. Duncan only looks for one night stands. If he dated a woman twice she might find out about his living arrangements and wonder why he has no job except his paper route. Duncan has been delivering the morning newspaper in his neighborhood since he turned nine years old. Most of the regulars frequenting the local nightclub scene know about that so Duncan targets ladies from out of town.

On one unseasonably warm November evening Duncan comes careening into the driveway of Denny's VIP club at a high rate of speed. He decelerates quickly as a fetching redhead catches his eye. His tires screech on the pavement as he slams on the brakes. The commotion catches the attention of the red-haired beauty who favors him with a glance before disappearing into the club. Duncan chases her inside because he has never seen her before. She doesn't know about his paper route or the bunk bed that he has slept in for his entire lifetime and he's hoping that he can get her drunk, lure her out to his Mercedes, and bang her in the back seat.

It turns out that the redhead's name is Shannon. She seems interested in Duncan and his excitement builds as they keep talking. Within a few minutes Shannon invites him to her home. Although surprised Duncan enthusiastically agrees to join her. Vague warning bells are going off in his blond head, but Duncan ignores them. After all, he thinks to himself, what can some dumb broad do to him that he can't handle? He chuckles inwardly and then escorts Shannon outside, enjoying the envying glances of other men in the club. A few of them notice that he's flashing a thumbs-up signal at them behind her back. Everyone wonders how the alluring redhead can even tolerate his company.

A mere ten minutes later Duncan and Shannon arrive at her home. Duncan is already unzipping his fly when Shannon seizes control of the situation in a totally unexpected manner.. "


How did 4'10 Shannon manage to overpower and completely dominate Duncan? Is Duncan able to survive the brutal face-sitting/smothering torture that ensues? Buy Smothered by Shannon at my Custom Video Theatre to find out all the answers now!


- XO Tanya












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01.12.08
Dr. Freudenia


Dr. Freudenia, (played by Francesca Le), runs a successful psychiatric practice catering to superheroines. Her patients suffer from a variety of mental disturbances, many of them caused by post traumatic stress disorder. Superheroine Terra Danyell seeks out the expertise of Dr. Freudenia because she is haunted by memories of beatings she suffered at the hands of villainness Lynx (played by Stacy Burke.) Lynx had tortured Terra with several different episodes of extreme belly-punching brutality. Oddly, Terra feels intense pangs of arousal when she reflects on the belly punches. She desperately needs the services of Dr. Freudenia to cure her of her inappropriate, lust-filled thoughts. Unbeknownst to the fair-haired superheroine Dr. Freudenia utilizes some extremely unorthodox methods of treatment. Often the crafty doctor forces her patients to subject themselves yet again to the very torment that caused their emotional trauma.

A computer generated image of Dr. Freudenia appears here. You can see the true Dr. Freudenia in the flesh by buying episodes #4 and #5 of The Adventures of Terra Danyell at my Custom Video Theatre!


- XO Tanya









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01.07.08
Greetings from Las Vegas
At the moment I am locked out of the members' area, probably because I used my password at home and then again a few hours later after I flew to Vegas. The system banned me because I appeared to be someone who was sharing my user info with a friend. I'm busted by my own security.

Anyways, I just wanted to say hello to all members. I'll be back on the board in a few hours. Hopefully some of you will be coming to the Adult Expo also. Summer and I would love to see you!


- XO Tanya












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01.06.08
Adult Expo 2008


Have I mentioned that Summer and I will be at booth #8091 at the upcoming Adult Entertainment Expo from January 9 - 12?

Come meet us!


- XXOO Tanya










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01.04.08
Deliverance
Rich bitch Tanya Danielle is waiting for her valet to carry in the new purchases that she made during her shopping expedition. She just hired this new valet, Francesca Le, because her five former valets had either quit or committed suicide in the past year. Tanya sighs with disgust as she waits for Francesca to deposit the boxes and bags onto her bed. She doesn't think Francesca is moving fast enough. It annoys Tanya to no end that she even has to pay the proletariat to serve her. She thinks that they should do it for free. When her servants are not working with enough alacrity Tanya feels entitled to give them a quick shove or a kick in the shins to hasten their progress. At the moment Tanya is gearing up to abuse Francesca but Francesca speedily exits the room after setting Tanya's stuff on the bed. Tanya forgets all about her and begins admiring the new clothing that she had bought. So enrapt is she in her activity that she does not hear Francesca sneaking up behind her. It's too late by the time Francesca grabs her savagely by the arm. Francesca's fingers clamp down on Tanya's undeveloped bicep and she hisses these words into Tanya's ear:

"Were you looking forward to another day of debasing your employees, you stuck-up, rich bitch?! Well, guess what? Today is going to be different. Do you know who I am?"

Tanya begins to tremble and whimper, unable to shake off Francesca's death grip.

"Do you know who I am?!" Francesca demands again, shoving her face mere millimeters away from Tanya's eyeballs.

"N-no!" Tanya sputters.

"I'm one of your neighbors - you stupid, oblivious cunt - and I've been watching how you treat your staff. Now I'm going to teach you a lesson that you will not be able to forget! I guarantee that you will never abuse another employee again after I'm done with you. You've been waiting a lifetime for the beatdown I'm about to give to you!!!"


Turns out that it wasn't just a mere beatdown that Tanya suffered at the hands of her neighbor. Click here for a preview and then join TanyaDanielle. com to see this mind-warping assault in its entirety!






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01.01.08
The Wrestling Coach
Now playing at CustomVideoTheatre.com: The Wrestling Coach

"I decided to hire a coach because I had turned into a fat, lazy slob. The weight gain had happened gradually as I worked less and less often. Dancing used to keep me in halfway decent shape, but I wasn't doing much of that anymore since most strip clubs had started going sharply downhill in recent years. I dreaded the thought of working in a club amongst women willing to give handjobs to customers for $10. Consequently, I began sitting home day after day and getting fatter and fatter. Empty wine bottles piled up in my recycle bin. Occasionally I would toss an empty vodka bottle on top of them just to break the monotony. I grew disgusted with myself. Even my neighbor, Mr. Hunter, felt compelled to talk to me about my corpulence.

"I know a really good conditioning coach." he said. "He works right here in our neighborhood and has access to a wrestling ring. Why don't you give him a call to see if he can put you through some workouts? His name is Duncan and here is his number."

I pondered the idea for a few days before I finally decided to call Duncan. He and I spoke for a while on the phone and I explained my predicament. I told him everything, all the sickening details of my slothful existence.

"Will I need to stop drinking to get in shape?" I asked him after I finished spilling out my tale of woe.

"Uh, no." Duncan responded. "No, I can't see why that would be necessary."

"Great!" I said with more enthusiasm than I had felt in a long time. "How much do you charge anyways?"

"Well.. " Duncan said slowly. "Mr. Hunter told me a little bit about you. He said you used to be a model. Actually, he showed me some pictures of you."

"I still do modelling work." I said.

"Uh, yeah. I saw some of your recent shots. Honestly, I think there's still a pretty girl waiting to get out from underneath all those layers of fat." he replied.

I said nothing, all of a sudden realizing that perhaps I had deteriorated even more than I had wanted to acknowledge. Saliva welled up in my throat and I swallowed hard.

"Listen," Duncan said. "I'm a world-class athlete and I know I have a habit of being a little too hard on people sometimes, but I really think you have potential. You need someone to crack down on you."

I remained silent.

"I'll tell you what.." he continued. "I coach a team of female wrestlers and I think you have what it takes to join our group. I'm willing to coach you for free if you will consider trying out for the team in a few months."

Wow. Duncan was really giving me an opportunity here. For some reason I did not think to ask him who was on this wrestling team and where they actually competed.

"I'll take you up on it!" I heard myself saying to Duncan.

We set up a meeting for the following day. Duncan told me to bring running shoes and a bikini. A bikini? That seemed odd, but I was certainly in no position to question the orders of a world-class athlete. The next day I wore some workout clothes over one of my old, neon pink stripper bikinis. Duncan greeted me at the doorway of his place and informed me that we were going running. He began jogging down the street and I fell in alongside him.

"Um.. I'm not wearing a running bra." I told him. "I didn't know we were going to be doing any high-impact activities."

"You need to learn to suck it up and stop complaining if you are going to be a serious athlete." Duncan told me gruffly.

Two miles later my boobs were killing me. They were bouncing so much that they were practically hitting me in my eye sockets. Somehow I survived a three-mile run with Duncan hurling verbal abuse at me the whole time. I slumped against his backyard gate when we got back to his home.

"Now we wrestle." Duncan informed me.

"Wrestle?" I said in disbelief. "We're going to wrestle now? After that run? Why are we running and wrestling on my first day? What are you trying to do to me?"

"Strip down to your bikini!" Duncan ordered.

I meekly complied although a few embers of deep-seated rage were starting to smolder inside of me. Who the fuck was this clown? Why did he think he could treat me like this? Adrenaline started coursing through my system, a sensation I'm all too familiar with. I have very little strength and very little athletic ability, but I do have one thing going for me: when I'm angry I don't care about getting hurt. I lose physical sensation. My adrenaline starts pounding and I don't even experience pain if someone is hitting me. All I feel is a grisly determination to inflict maximum injury on my opponent while I'm on my way down. I never think of winning - I just assume that I'm going to lose - but my anger comes from the bowels of hell and I've shocked a few people in my day. And sometimes I do end up winning.. "


So what exactly happened in the wrestling ring? Did Duncan beat me handily? Did I surprise him with my ferocity? Was I able to wrestle with sore boobs? Buy The Wrestling Coach at CustomVideoTheatre.com to find out the answers to all these questions now!




- XO Tanya











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12.31.07
Who's the douchebag?

A few days ago I stumbled across a few XXX clips of me and Jewell Marceau. Someone had provided some compelling text to accompany the videos. This morning I was surfing around the same site and saw a page of links leading to videos of my friend Mercedes. I clicked on one entitled "Douchebag fucks sexy Mercedes Ashley on the front lawn". Turns out the douchebag is one Nic Manning.

It's amazing how a little well worded prose can reel you right in.


- XO Tanya











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12.27.07
"A couple of tramps with large, fake bazoombas.. "


Jewell Marceau and I filmed an anal scene for Anal University #8 a number of years ago. Somehow I ended up being the one who took a rigid piece of plastic up my butt. This long-forgotten scene has now resurfaced on the Internet due to better streaming technology. Click here to watch a preview.

I especially enjoy the accompanying text on the page that identifies Jewell and me as "a couple of tramps with large, fake bazoombas." Nothing like a line of snappy prose to sum up one's existence in just half a sentence.


- XO Tanya












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12.24.07
Merry Christmas!

I am offering a free download from DeviantDownloads.com - Tanya the Spy - to all members of TanyaDanielle.com. Join by December 26 to get your free download!


Happy Holidays!



- XO Tanya












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12.21.07
Even CEOs need to have fun
New at my Fantasy Image Store:

"Ruthless CEO Tanya Danielle kept a lot of secrets inside her nude, sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. None of her underlings had any idea how wet her pussy would become when she fantasized about someone binding her with rope and then gagging her. Interestingly, one of the company employees, Mr. Smith, had come close to discovering her private desires. Ms. Danielle had been attending a fetish convention in Tampa, Florida and practically bumped right into him at a party! Shocked, Ms. Danielle fled the scene. For months afterward she flirted with the notion of including him in her bondage play. She became obsessed with the idea. Finally, she could restrain herself no longer - Ms. Danielle is a woman who is used to getting what she wants - so she called Mr. Smith into her office for a meeting. She communicated her wishes to him. Needless to say, he attended to her needs. As the play began Mr. Smith found himself both astonished and delighted at just how docile and compliant the high-powered CEO became when the ropes appeared.."


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- XO Tanya








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12.18.07
Stacy Burke: The Girl Next Door


"Tanya Danielle moved into a new apartment. She's always had problems with her roommates so she decided to get her own place. One Sunday afternoon she gets a surprise visit from one of her neighbors. Turns out the girl next door is a predatory lesbian named Stacy Burke. Stacy will not take 'no' for an answer as she forces Tanya to submit to her lecherous advances!"


(We all can dream, right?)


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- XXOO Tanya











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12.12.07
Only Game in Town
Now playing at Deviant Downloads: Only Game in Town

"Tanya and Joel have been dating for a few years. They have fallen into a comfortable state of coexistence. Tanya begins to wonder if it's perhaps a bit too comfortable. She finds herself worrying that Joel might be seeking out excitement in places other than their own bedroom. He does seem to be away from home for excessive amounts of time. Finally she confronts him with her concerns. Joel shrugs dismissively and tells Tanya that he's been spending a lot of time playing video games with his buddies.

"What buddies are those?" Tanya demands. "I didn't know the guys at your office played video games. They look more like the type of men who get dragged to the shopping mall and the opera by their wives."

Joel looks at her with a puzzled expression.

"You don't think that some shoppers and opera fans enjoy video games as well?"

Tanya recognizes Joel's attempt to change the subject.

"I meant that they all seem to have wives who commandeer every free instant of their lives! Their wives wouldn't let them loaf around playing video games all weekend. Your coworkers have to store their porn in our garage so their meddling spouses don't find it!" Tanya snarls at him. "Now I want you to tell me who in the fuck you are playing video games with!!"

All hell breaks loose when Joel reveals that he's been going to Daphne Rosen's house to indulge his video game habit. Tanya flies over to the phone to call Daphne. Joel wisely vacates the premises. Daphne arrives shortly thereafter and gives Tanya an earful:

Yes, she and Joel play video games together.

Yes, she and Joel get together at least 3 or 4 times a week.

Yes, there's been some flirtation between her and Joel.

And, yes, Joel just loves Daphne's huge tits.

Daphne smiles smugly and crosses her arms below her aforementioned huge tits as she watches steam blowing out of Tanya's ears. Then Daphne calmly, confidently challenges Tanya to a sex duel: whichever woman can outkiss and outfuck the other woman will win Joel. Not a mere instant goes by before Tanya readily agrees and the two women initiate their battle. 30 minutes later they are still writhing naked in Tanya's bed trying to determine which sex-crazed woman will prevail.. "


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- XXOO Tanya










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12.07.07
It's Friday night
A storm just blew through Los Angeles. Unusually high winds are still affecting the area so I went to the ocean, knowing it would be deserted and wanting to see (relatively) big waves crashing on the shoreline. Sand stung my eyes as I meandered across the beach and watched the sun set. My hair blew, my jacket blew, and I had to walk with my head down. I struggled to the top of a sand dune and felt the wind trying to propel me downward. When I gazed out to sea I saw a person braving the surf on a jet ski. At first I did not know it was a jet ski or that it was a person. A shape kept surfacing above the water at a nearly vertical angle. I squinted my eyes at the spectacle to try and see more clearly through the blowing sand. A person on a jet ski was navigating the rough, powerful waves on the ocean as nightfall approached and I shook my head in amazement and smiled. The person at last made it to a jetty and I lost sight of him or her. Incredible.

Finally it got too cold out there and I trudged back towards my car.

"Should I go to the Harbor Room?" I wondered to myself.

Oh, why not? I finally decided. I retrieved my wallet from my car and walked over there, ready to keep walking on past the bar if more than three or four people were inside. Fortunately only three customers and the bartender were occupying the cramped establishment. I go in there fairly often, but avoid the place if it's crowded. My friend Raul first took me in there in 2001. Usually I approach the doorway from one particular side of the sidewalk. This evening I entered from the opposite direction and noticed a sign that I had never seen before. It said:

                 OPEN
But don't expect too much.

I slithered in there and the bartender and I exchanged greetings. He remembered my name and tried to remember my favorite brand of vodka. I said "Stoli" just as he was tentatively reaching his hand towards it. Los Angeles is an inhospitable, lonely city and this gentleman knew me just about as well as anyone else does at this point. He poured my drink, I paid/tipped him, and then retired to a stool in front of a window so I could admire the grey, windy weather. For me relaxation = being somewhere with a cold drink in my hand and letting the conversations of other people was over me as I slip into a mellow, alcoholic haze. The Harbor Room never disappoints. Well, one time it did, but I was being an idiot and the whole episode was an aberration.

Tonight the bar began to fill up as I sat sipping my drink....



What happened in the Harbor Room on this cold, windy Friday night? Check the blog in my members' area to find out now!



- XXOO Tanya











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12.06.07
Secret Agent Jewell Marceau

Now playing at my Custom Video Theatre: Secret Agent Jewell Marceau


"CIA agent Jewell Marceau skates through life (and her career) by distracting adversaries with her seductive charms. Her long, dark hair, luminous hazel eyes, and sexy body always enable the crafty lady to navigate out of any dangerous situation. Or at least they used to. Last week a former KGB agent known cryptically as "Damon" captured Ms. Marceau and decided to keep her as his own personal playtoy. Will she ever get away??"


See a preview here and then buy the full-length video at CustomVideoTheatre.com!



- XXOO Tanya











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11.30.07
Buy my 36DD bra & panties!

Click here to bid on a set of sexy black lingerie that I've worn in numerous videos and galleries!


 


- XXOO Tanya


 


 


 


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11.30.07
Petty, petty, petty..
Could I really be so petty as to begrudge government assistance to those who might lose their homes to foreclosure?

Could I?

Am I?

Well, I've never quite come out and admitted it before, but.. I just read this article and it struck a chord with me.

I'm right there with you, Peter Parker, even though I've never met you.

Still, I know I should not be this petty. I'm trying. Trying to be a better person each day. Seriously. Something about this whole foreclosure debacle just gets to me though. And I'm not exactly feeling sympathetic towards those who are losing their homes. Not sure why I'm writing in truncated sentences. It must indicate something about my petty, spiteful nature.

Last year I was sitting at my kitchen table writing about my experience with foreclosure. Evidently - judging by the date - I wrote all that on my birthday. Hpefully I'll do something a little more fun this year :-)


XO Tanya









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11.29.07
Sexy spy Jewell Marceau
CIA agent Jewell Marceau skates through life (and her career) by distracting adversaries with her seductive charms. Her long, dark hair, luminous hazel eyes, and sexy body always enable the crafty lady to navigate out of any dangerous situation. Or at least they used to. Last week a former KGB agent known cryptically as "Damien" captured Ms. Marceau and decided to keep her as his own personal playtoy. Will she ever get away??


Click here for a preview. The full-length video will be coming to the members' area soon!



- XXOO Tanya

 

11.24.07
Officer Danielle goes down!
Officer Danielle - who is not exactly the pride of the Los Angeles Police Department - has bungled yet another case. Years ago she was one of the lead investigators trying to solve the murder of O.J. Simpson's ex-wife. Her incompetent handling of the matter resulted in her demotion from detective to uniformed patrol officer. Undaunted, Officer Danielle stayed on the job. Each day she hoped to stumble upon a big case which would win her the approval of her superior officers. Finally on one sunny day in Hollywood Officer Danielle comes upon a burglary in progress! Right there in broad daylight thief Francesca Le is attempting to steal a rare collector's set of Sponge Bob Squarepants dolls. Officer Danielle catches her in the act, points a gun at her head, and orders her to drop her booty. Initially Francesca complies but somehow the tables get turned..


Will Officer Danielle survive to patrol the streets another day? Click here for a preview. The exciting video will be coming to the members' area soon!



- XXOO Tanya

 

11.14.07
A message of love and gratitude

Thank you, Al.


Kathy from the Century informed me of your death today. I'm so glad that she took the time to find me and send an e-mail. You will be missed by many. Often, when long spans of time had elapsed between our get-togethers, you would tell me:


"You are missed."


I wish I had visited more often in these recent years. We used to have so much fun shooting photos and hanging out. You saved my life. I'm glad I told you that while you were still alive. You changed my existence by having faith in me. Remember the cigarette burns on my body? Remember my drug use? Remember my desperation in 1999? I remember sitting on your couch and talking about much of it with you. You were the one person that I could never shock. You were there for me 100% and you gave me the life that I have now.


Often friends and acquaintances canonize the deceased. They ascribe great qualities and attributes to their departed friend that the person never really exhibited in life. On occasion I experience a bit of wry amusement when I hear people do that. Maybe they do it in response to their own grief. Maybe they just think it's the right thing to do. I have never been prone to that tendency. You were my angel and everything I write here stems from the indescribable gratitude that I have for you. You lead me out of the darkest period of my life. Somehow I know that I am not the only one who you saved. You captured the spirit of the women you photographed. I used to enjoy looking at their faces peering at me from the walls and shelves of your home. Their sensitivity and their souls emanated from the photos. You treated all of us with kindness and did not let us forget that we were special people. We all benefited from your kind nature, your help, and your wisdom.


Thank you so much for being my friend. I know I will never have another friend like you. You touched my life so profoundly. I can only hope to carry on your legacy and instill faith in those who are floundering. Too often I feel like dismissing those who seem excessively weak. Maybe I avoid them. Maybe I find myself wishing that they would just "get over it." Maybe on occasion I have told them that. Maybe it's just human nature to distance oneself from those who seem "too" needy. You never distanced yourself from me - not even when I was shattered. You told me that Samantha and I could come live with you until I got back on my feet. I can never thank you enough. I had no faith in myself. My life seemed so hopeless and I hated myself so much. Your hand reached out to me. You pulled me through that time and I'm not entirely certain what would have happened otherwise. You gave me this life because your kindness made me believe that I was worthwhile. You looked at me, you spoke to me, and refuted all the horrible things that those close to me had said and believed about me. Or maybe they didn't believe it. Maybe they just said it. I don't know. I do know that your kindness allowed me to foster a spark of hopefulness. After all, if you believed in me then I couldn't be too horrible of a person. I had fallen low - my spirit and self-confidence were destroyed but you helped me pick up the pieces. Actually, you helped me find the pieces. I did not even know where they were. You held the light for me at the end of a long, dark tunnel. I came through it. You knew I would. You made it possible. I will carry your gentle compassion with me and take the time to assist others who just need that kind word, who just need someone to help them realize their own innate goodness and potential. You did it for so many. Thank you, Al. Thank you for looking at so many naked women over the years and valuing them for more than their bodies. Thank you for supporting us, for providing us with feelings of self-worth that we so desperately needed at times. Thank you for everything that you did. You helped us in so many ways. The only way I can truly thank you is by carrying on your legacy.


You will be missed, but even now I feel you with me. Somehow, somewhere I know you are still here. You are moving on to a different dimension, but your spirit is with us. I called Sarah to inform her of your passing. She cried like I did. Yes, we will miss seeing you in the flesh. We will grieve for that loss even as we know you are in a better place. Your unfailing support during my troubled times altered the course of my life, but it did not define our friendship. Both before and after that ugly year we shared so many great conversations and experiences at the Century, on the phone, and at your place. When did we first meet? I think it was in 1992. Thank you for all the laughs, the advice, the compliments, the inspiration, the massages, and the beautiful photos. I remember everything and I always will.


Thank you, Al. You are missed, but you will always be with me.


 


 


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11.12.07
Happy Veterans' Day!

Indescribable thanks and much love to the members of our military who have served and are serving our country.


God bless you all!


 


- XXOO Tanya

 

11.11.07
Corduroy

In 2006 I spent a lot of time at my friend Elias’ house. Federal agents had arrested him in March for a serious crime. For four months the judge refused to release him from the Metropolitan Detention Center in downtown Los Angeles. Then in July the judge allowed Elias’ family to post a bond so Elias could live under house arrest while the Feds hammered out a plea agreement with his attorney. The sentencing guidelines for his particular crime ranged from 5 years to 40 years and Elias sat inside his brother’s house for nine months before he found out that he would only have to serve five years. I hung out with him a lot during that tension-filled time. I love to stay at home. It doesn’t even have to be my home. Just give me a bottle of wine and some companionship and I’m perfectly happy as long as there are only a few people around. The only people at Elias’ residence were him, his brother, and his niece and nephew. Elias generally watched TV as I pecked away at my laptop.


“What are you writing?” Elias asked me one night.


“Mmm.. just stuff for my website.” I answered, unable to think of anything better to say.


“Like sex stories?” he asked.


I started laughing because he had made me think of some of the old Penthouse magazines my friend Roseanne and I had stolen from the bookstore. We used to read the “Forum” letters aloud to each other when we were in the sixth grade...


 


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11.05.07
Sexy Oilfight
New custom video:

"Tanya and Eddie have been married since 1999. She has become accustomed to dealing with his philandering, but does occasionally confront his mistresses to try and scare them off. Oddly enough, she often ends up sampling their delights herself. Suffice it to say that Eddie and Tanya have a strange marriage. One afternoon Tanya receives a message that she should meet Eddie at a certain address. She experiences a rush of excitement when she arrives and realizes that there is an oil pit at this location. Obviously Eddie has something kinky in mind! She waits with anticipation for Eddie to show up. And she waits. And waits. Imagine her shock when she finally hears footsteps and turns to see her ex-girlfriend Mercedes Ashley with a cameraman right behind her! What is going on here?! Mercedes informs Tanya that she is stealing her away from Eddie. Not only that, she is going to have her cameraman filming her while she fucks Tanya's brains out. Being the good little wife that she is Tanya tries to resist Mercedes plans and even records a message for her husband as she speaks to the video camera. Mercedes is determined not to take "no" for an answer and the oiliest of sexfights ensues. Good thing that camera was there to record it all!"


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- XXOO Tanya







 

10.31.07
Charlie

I first met pornstar Charlie in the 1990s on the set of the Playboy TV show “Night Calls”. Is that show even on the air anymore? Is Playboy TV around anymore? They used to have a whole slew of shows like “Judge Julie”, “Sexcetera”, and a bunch of others. Honestly, all of those shows always seemed really lame to me. I will admit that I never actually watched one of them - my impression is based solely on participating in them during the taping of the episodes.


Anyways, Charlie and I worked on a number of those shows together. At that point I had not yet started doing porn videos...


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- XO Tanya

 

10.26.07
Circumsphere

Somewhere in our solar system exists a planet, Circumsphere, whose ruling class only allows its inhabitants to have one stereotypical identity. The members of the populace can become bank robbers, schoolteachers, police officers, cowboys, nuns, pimps, or whatever. Once an individual chooses his or her identity then he or she can never deviate from the expectations attendant to that persona. If anyone is caught breaking character then he or she faces lifelong banishment to the planet Earth. He or she can never again return to Circumsphere. Life on Circumsphere is good: abundant food, entertainment, and happiness for everyone. Everybody knows his or her own role so there is never any confusion except among the youth who are preparing to choose their own personal destinies. At the age of 18 each young adult seals his or her own fate by picking a lifelong course to follow.


Stacy chose to remain a perennial schoolgirl. Her friend Tanya chose to become an angel. Stacy would spend her lifetime wearing short skirts, attending classes, sneaking cigarettes, and flirting with members of the football team. Tanya would devote her existence to bringing inner peace to the masses, helping individuals solve their problems, and acting as a moral compass to all of Circumsphere. Both women performed brilliantly for years. Recently Tanya began to falter. She feared being banished to Earth, a coarse planet teeming with ambiguity, but she could not seem to help herself from occasionally indulging her untoward desires. She liked sex and she liked to drink. Of course such behavior is verboten for angels. She only did these things rarely, but she had to make sure that no one found out that she became a fornicating drunk on certain piteous evenings.


When the mood struck Tanya would slink around dark alleys and meander into dirty pool halls. Inhabitants of those places could wallow in all the debauchery that they might like because generally they were folks who had chosen disreputable identities such as pimp, thief, stripper, etc. Additionally, the reputable people in those venues could indulge in illicit behavior too. For instance, no one would begrudge a bartender the opportunity to consume liquor or have casual sex because such antics are not totally out of keeping with the stereotypical persona of a bartender. An angel, however, should never even venture into a dimly lit bar unless she's intending to help others. Tanya was stepping way out of character when she went prowling for sex and booze. She hoped she would never get caught. Alas, her hopes were in vain. One night Stacy the schoolgirl just so happened to sneak into a dive bar with a fake ID and a group of her friends. She recognized Tanya (even though Tanya had discarded her angel garb for the evening) and watched aghast as Tanya pounded vodka and then disappeared out a side exit with an outlaw biker. Stacy jumped up to follow her and darted out an alternate exit.


Stacy had no trouble spotting the drunken angel stumbling down the sidewalk on the arm of the motorcycle enthusiast. Within two minutes the angel had dropped to her knees and was giving the biker a blowjob in the shadows against a brick wall. Stacy stopped dead in her tracks and clapped a hand over her mouth. She could not believe what she was seeing. All of a sudden the gravity of the situation hit her and she turned on her heel and went running back to the bar as fast as her black patent Mary Jane shoes could take her.


Two long days passed before Stacy had the nerve to confront the angel. Finally she told the angel exactly what she'd seen. A few moments of stunned silence encompassed the room where they stood. The angel knew that she would have to quash Stacy or else be banished from Circumsphere forever..


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10.19.07
Ugly Assault
"Once upon a time a young boy was growing up in a favela in Brazil. He lived in unspeakable squalor and observed some of the greatest human rights abuses which have occurred in modern times. Somehow he escaped this land of the doomed and eventually arrived in California. By now the young boy had grown into a hideously disfigured man whose horrendous background compelled him to defile others. He commited so many atrocities that he headed into secluded mountain territory to hide from the authorities. He lived off the land as best he could. One evening he was trudging through the rugged landscape and saw a chimney emitting plumes of smoke into the evening sky. He scoped out the house long enough to ascertain that the only occupant was a woman home alone. That's when he decided to make his move.. "


This truly disturbing video - Ugly Assault - is now playing at my Custom Video Theatre. It's not for the faint of heart.

Don't say I didn't warn you.


- XXOO Tanya

 

10.15.07
New catfight movie!

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"Tanya Danielle checked into a hotel this past Tuesday. After receiving her room key she moved her car into the hotel parking lot. She then teetered through the labyrinthine hotel corridors in her high heels to find her room. Upon arrival she found that her key failed to open the door. She called the front desk on her cellphone and the snotty night manager, Jewell Marceau, instructed her to come back to the front desk to retrieve another key. Tanya demurred and insisted that one of the hotel employees bring a new key to her room. Ms. Marceau refused and disconnected the line. Tanya called back. Ms. Marceau answered the phone and Tanya informed her that she was a stupid, worthless c*nt who was going to receive a fist up her asshole if she did not personally deliver the key herself. Only moments passed before Ms. Marceau came flying down the hallway in her sheer-to-waist pantyhose to make the personal delivery.. "

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- XXOO Tanya

 

10.09.07
The Almost-fight

Have you ever felt like your hands were tied - kinda like the vagaries of fate had trapped you in a doomed circumstance? That happened to me last year. I went to a bar on Western Boulevard late one night. The place is almost always empty. I'm not really sure how they stay in business but I'm glad that they do. It's a relaxing place to get a drink since barely anyone goes there. On this particular night I trudged in after parking my car down the street. The weather was unusually chilly and the bartender was wearing gloves even though she had her space heater cranked to the max.

I sat staring at the soundless TV set after she poured my drink. The familiar burn of the vodka felt good on my lips and sent a wave of heat through my body as it went down my throat. The images on the TV screen flickered in front of me and my mind reflected on the events of the day. All of a sudden a commotion broke out to the left of me. I turned slowly and then realized that a normal-sized man had picked up a barstool and was waving it menacingly at a huge Samoan guy's head. The Samoan grabbed the barstool away from him with one hand and threw it into the corner of the room. All five people in the room froze.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" the bartender yelled as she pulled the smaller guy towards her.

Her loud, stern yelling and abrupt movement caused the Samoan guy to stumble back a few steps and reconsider his next move - the distraction seemed to almost transport him back to reality. Almost. He was still pulsing with anger but he did seem to again realize what planet he was on. The smaller guy wasted no time running for the door and vanishing into the night. Silence filled the room.

"He better not fucking come back here!" the Samoan yelled to no one in particular.

"Oh, I don't think he'll be coming back tonight." the bartender calmly assured him as she picked up a rag and started wiping down the counter.

That was the understatement of the year. The smaller guy looked like an old-age penshioner who had stumbled into the bar at 10am and stayed there all day. Presumably he would find a different bar to patronize in the upcoming weeks or months.

I glanced over at the Samoan even though I knew I shouldn't. He was in a drunken fog and I could see that the adrenaline from the almost-fight was still coursing through him. There's nothing worse than an almost-fight. I think suffering a beatdown might in many cases feel better than those surging, unresolved emotions pounding through your body and brain. I could smell the Samoan's body odor from across the room. It smelled how men smell when they are ready for the heat of battle. His face was white. People who grow white-faced in anger mean business. The red-faced types are usually just full of shit - kind of like big babies throwing tantrums. I shifted my eyeballs away from him after my two-second surveillance, but it was too late. My brief gaze had pulled his attention to me.

"What're you looking at, pretty lady?" he slurred at me as he angled his massive frame in my direction.

I smiled slightly and gave a small shake of the head to indicate that I had intended no offense and that my glance had meant nothing. He began walking/stumbling towards me. Wow, this fucker was drunk.

"I want to buy you a drink." he said. "I want to buy her a drink."

Everyone else in the room remained silent.

"Oh, that's alright." I said. "I'm still finishing this one and I'm probably going to take off after I'm done."

"You don't want me to buy you a drink?" he asked as an angry gleam crept into his eye.

The bartender shot me a warning look. She needn't have bothered.

"Stoli on the rocks, please." I said to her.

She dutifully poured it and set it on the counter in front of me. The Samoan had not taken his eyes off me. He still stank of testosterone but he seemed calmer. He made no move to pay for the drink.

"Hey, that's $4.75." the bartender reminded him.

That woman had some balls. I've been in a lot of bars over a lot of years and I'll always remember her. I almost feel like shutting my computer down and driving over there right now to see if she still works at the place.

Anyways, the Samoan paid her with a five dollar bill and let her keep the change. He started telling me about himself. Evidently he was a bouncer somewhere at some bar and he lived in Compton. He told me other stuff, but he kept getting lost in the middle of his sentences. I watched him and listened to him. His head was the size of a basketball and it looked like he had pumped up his already massive physique with a bunch of steroids. He showed me some of his tattoos. He kept moving closer to me. Finally he draped one massive arm around my shoulders. I stiffened and tried to pull away.

"I w-want a kiss." he stuttered at me, his sickening, drunken breath blasting in my face. "Give me a kiss."

I pushed him back and put one of my legs onto the floor. I felt like I was underneath him horizontally although we were both still standing. One of his massive hands grabbed a clump of my hair up by the roots.

"This is your hair." he said after a short pause. "This is really all your hair. You got nice hair."

He seemed more like a gentle giant for a moment. Or maybe he just seemed more like Lenny from Of Mice and Men. This dude was scaring me. I have spent half my life in strip clubs and dive bars and this was the first instance of genuine fear that I had ever experienced in any bar. This man was just gigantic. His body seemed rock-solid, he was the size of a refrigerator, and he had me completely under control with just that fistful of hair. I could not run. If I kneed him in the balls he would probably kill me. He saw the shock and trepidation in my face.

"What? You don't wanna k-kiss me?!" he demanded. "You think you're too good for me?"

I was frozen there and found myself considering my options. None of them looked too good at that moment. He tried to put his mouth on mine and I managed to twist my face away.

"You think you're too good for me, you cunt?" he asked again. "You think you're too good for me cuz I live in Compton? Is that it? Cuz I fucking live in fucking Compton?"

Malice blazed in his eyes. Years of hatred and resentment had just come bubbling up to the surface, straight from some cavernous region deep in his soul. He looked like a bull. That's how he looked. Just like a bull who had every muscle tense and was ready to attack. The cords on his neck stood out and were practically pulsating. Are they called "cords"? I don't know. They should be. He wasn't even blinking and his face was inches from my own. I looked back at him and suddenly, oddly, I felt really calm.

"No. Why would I care if you live in Compton? I live in Gardena." I said with a smile.

He stared at me for a few long moments. I smiled again in a pleasant, matter-of-fact way. For a second he looked confused and then a big grin overtook his giant face. He released my hair and grabbed me in a tight bear hug.

"I love you. I fucking love you!" he exclaimed joyously.

He held me there for half a minute. My whole head was trapped in his sweaty, rancid-smelling armpit although he did not realize it. Finally he let me go. And then he sat down on the barstool next to me and we finished our drinks with some mellow, amiable chatter. The moment was over.

For the record.. Compton and Gardena are neighboring cities. For decades they were very similar although rap stars used to sing about Compton a lot in their songs. Compton just gained more of a notorious reputation, but Gardena always had an equivalent number of Section 8 housing units, desperation, and foolishness.


When I reflect on that night I always remember how that man had his hand in my hair and I felt like I was in bondage. I was just completely immobilized and defenseless. Generally bondage is a ritual undertaken by consenting parties. That night the mad Samoan had me in bondage even though I had not consented to anything. I have not been back to that bar in quite a while. I'm sure I'll get over it.



- XO Tanya

 

10.05.07
Payback

Summer Cummings and Kianna Dior are ruthless female executives who relish abusing their underlings. Payback comes in the form of a massive, powerful ex-employee who binds and gags them in numerous positions, leaving them naked, distressed, and humiliated!

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- XXOO Tanya

 

09.27.07
Strip Poker

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"Model Tanya Danielle is a complete imbecile. She wasn't exactly born with that blonde hair and gigantic rack, but she's had them long enough that she should be able to spot a couple of lecherous pervs who are trying to trick her into taking her clothes off. Nope. She's just not that smart. One day at the beach she meets crafty, fair-haired Duncan who invites her to play a game of strip poker with him and his friend Darnell. He assures Tanya that her intellect will carry her to triumph even though she has never played poker before. She quickly accepts his offer because she revels in the notion of beating two guys at a game of skill. Minutes later she is inside the apartment of two total strangers drinking beer and playing poker. Needless to say only one person ends up naked. "


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- XXOO Tanya

 

09.23.07
Don't Mess with Texas
Well-intentioned but morally challenged superheroine Ms. Confederate went to a small town in East Texas on a mission. She successfully dismantled an underground network of smugglers who trafficked in dildos. Yep, sex toys are illegal in the state of Texas. You can drive around with guns and liquor in your vehicle, but Heaven forbid that a woman should possess a vibrator in her home. Ms. Confederate busted the clandestine pack of novelty distributors and csrted them off to jail. Then she returned to the headquarters of their operation and proceeded to incinerate all of their merchandise. Or did she? Texas Marshals Jewell Marceau and Natalia Love discovered that Ms. Confederate had stashed a large, black dildo in a fireplace. They lay in wait for her to return. Each of them chuckled inwardly when Ms. Confederate, still clad in her trademark red supersuit snuck into the building late at night to find her hidden treasure. Of course it was no longer there and Officers Marceau and Love confronted the humiliated superheroine with their guns drawn.

"There's a reason that dildos are illegal in our great state of Texas!" Officer Marceau snarled. "They are often used as weapons and we are going to show you exactly how much harm they can do to a woman!!"


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Don't mess with Texas.


- XXOO Tanya

 

09.20.07
Business Trip

What does the frugal female business traveler do in an unfamiliar city? She avoids the tourist traps and expensive restaurants and looks for cheap food and entertainment. Both the items on the room service menu and the pay-per-view porn movies on the TV set are too pricy so she heads to a corner liquor store in a bad part of town. She selects some beef jerky and a bottle of wine for dinner and then notices that the store has an array of out-of-date, heavily discounted porn periodicals. She sees a 3-pack of skin magazines featuring busty, naked models for $5.99. What a deal! Two of the mags have their covers torn off, but who cares? The horny businesswoman almost forgets to pick up her beef jerky off the counter as she rushes from the liquor store back to her hotel room where she has a huge, double-headed black dildo waiting..


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- XXOO Tanya

 

09.15.07
Smuff Film

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"Tanya Danielle toiled for years to pay for her boyfriend Duncan's medical school education. He rewards her decade of dedication by dumping her as soon as he completes his residency and goes into private practice. Tanya meekly accepts his treatment of her and decides to move away from Los Angeles to escape the memories. She calls Duncan from her hotel room on the day before her departure to inform him that she has some of his clothes and his old laptop. Duncan wastes no time motoring over to the Radisson to collect his belongings. Heaven forbid that he should relinquish any of the personal effects which she had paid for back when the two were still a couple. Duncan arrives, demands his stuff, and Tanya knees him in the balls. She allows him to writhe on the floor for a short period of time before embarking on an extended campaign of facesitting/smothering torture before eventually killing him on the hotel-issue industrial carpet."

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- XXOO Tanya

 

09.09.07
Idle Talk
Something funny happened while I was on vacation. It seems so ludicrous that I still wonder if I analyzed it correctly. One evening I had walked out to a patio area in my hotel so I could sit outside in the tropical evening breeze and work on my laptop. I noticed two women sitting nearby as I settled into a lounge chair and took out my computer. One of them looked like the same woman who had briefly joined a conversation I'd been having with another guest the day before, but I was not entirely certain that I was correct about that. I began typing and got lost in whatever I was writing. Fifteen or twenty minutes later one of the women was having a fairly loud conversation on her cellphone. I'm not really sure what initially caught my attention, but after a moment I heard her say:

"Yeah, she's wearing a red tank top."

My fingers paused for a millisecond on my keyboard, but I kept on typing. I was wearing a red tank top.

"You know.. " the woman continued. "like a wife-beater style of shirt, but it's red."

My fingers never stopped moving and I never looked away from my computer screen, but I felt myself bothering to listen more closely to her conversation.

"Yeah.. " the woman said. "A red tank top and a pair of baggy, black shorts that are going up her ass."

I resisted the impulse to gaze downward and see if my giant shorts had somehow risen too high on my outstretched legs. The woman stopped speaking to listen to the person on the other end of the line. I kept typing. A light wind started blowing my hair across my face and the rustling palm fronds behind me filled my eardrums with a pleasant noise that blocked out most of the woman's words. From then on I only heard snatches of her conversation.

"... another woman at the hotel... uh huh... that's right.. "

By the time the wind died down the woman was pursuing a different line of discussion with her phone friend: evidently she did not have her laptop with her, one of the women she'd worked with had initiated some sort of lawsuit and then died, and then she made a reference to "one of my officers" in the middle of another sentence. At that point I was just about positive that she was indeed the same woman who had conversed with the man with whom I'd been sitting the night before. That gentleman had been attending a convention of police officers at the hotel and was getting ready to leave town the following morning. He and I had begun chatting when he sat down in the lounge chair next to me. The conversation drifted from anecdotes about his adventures at work to how he had felt kind of isolated at the convention. He came from Toledo, Ohio where people are very friendly and he felt that many of the folks in Miami behaved in something of a rude, standoffish manner. He inquired about what I did for a living and I gave him an edited description of my occupation. Our discussion stretched on and he told me some great stories. Also, I felt relaxed because he wore a wedding ring and was neither flirting with me nor directing any suggestive remarks at me. In fact, he was nearly spinning around 360 degrees in his chair to ogle every woman in the vicinity. Most of them wore dresses, high heels, and makeup and seemed to be inviting attention. Periodically he would ask me to explain their behavior. One of them sashayed past us in one direction and moments later sashayed back going the opposite way. He tracked her movements with great interest and said:

"What do you make of that? Why was she parading in front of us?"

"Umm.. " I began, immediately warming to my role as behavior analyst. "..honestly, I think she's kind of drunk and was checking to see if she left something over there by that towel."

He seemed disappointed.

"But I could have read it wrong. I didn't want to stare right at her to see the expression on her face. She's drunk and I know I hate it if I feel like people are studying me too closely when I'm smashed." I added.

Other women traipsed by and he attempted to make eye contact with all of them. Sometimes they stared back at him.

"Did you see that?" he would ask me as soon as they were out of earshot.

I chuckled at his delight and reminded him once or twice that I did not want to "cut in on his action" when he had bright prospects on the horizon. He would laugh too and continue telling me lurid stories of crime on the streets of Toledo. I listened to him with rapt attention. There's nothing like a few tales of debauchery to inflame my senses. I become a very good listener when someone is offering up stories of deviant behavior and he seemed to enjoy having an appreciative audience. At some point a woman approached him and he invited her to join us and inquired about one of her friends. The woman said something noncommital and wandered off. A short time later a tropical rain began fallling.and I went up to my room for the night.

So that was that. Or so I thought. Now I believe that the woman who briefly chatted with him during our conversation was the same one sitting in the patio the next day and describing me on the phone. Or maybe not. It just seems too idiotic that anyone would behave in that manner. But then again I was sitting there listening to some angry broad describing an individual who was wearing an outfit identical to my own thrift store apparel. Other folks at the hotel seemed to wear nice clothes. I did not see anyone but myself who was clad like the homeless. I'm smiling even as I type this because I can still hear that woman's voice describing the outfit as "a red tank top and a pair of baggy, black shorts that are going up her ass." In reality my shorts were so big that Ron Jeremy could have comfortably fit into them. I don't know if she had designs on that married cop or what was going on. Maybe they had hooked up already. Maybe she was his wife. I have no idea.

The unremarkable yet amusing situation did of course remind me of about a thousand strip club conversations that I have pretended not to hear. The strippers who make no money always sit backstage and gossip about the ones who do. Sometimes they increase the volume of their conversations when their particular subject comes backstage for a few minutes. They want her to overhear their mean comments and laughter. Sometimes I become the butt of their ridicule because I mainly keep to myself and focus on making money when I go into the club to dance. I realize when they are talking about me and I just ignore it. People like that want attention and I know enough not to give it to them. Sometimes it's not so easy. Recently one dancer, Taryn, became fixated on the notion that I was trying to steal her boyfriend from her...


How in the world did Jewell Marceau (see pics here) become embroiled yet again in my problems at the strip club? What would lead me to brutalize her with a baseball bat and stuff a handful of sweaty bikini bottoms down her throat? Join now to read the rest of the story and see this shocking gallery in its entirety!



- XXOO Tanya

 

09.02.07
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08.25.07
A Brutal Assault
A few weeks ago I was sitting at my desk and dreaming about taking a vacation for a week even though I did not really deserve one. My intentions were not all that serious when I went to Priceline and submitted a bid of $45 a night for a 3-star hotel in Miami. I opened another window on my browser and kept working as the Priceline system processed my request. Of course it seemed unlikely that any 3-star hotel would accept such a paltry bid for their accommodations, but I was prepared to pack my bags on the offchance that they did. A few minutes later I checked on the status of my request and was shocked to discover that a nice hotel was willing to give me a room. I made reservations with Southwest.com to use a free plane ticket and a few days later I flew to Florida.

It turned out that a group of law enforcement professionals was holding a convention at my hotel. One evening I fell into a poolside conversation with a detective from Toledo, Ohio who investigated sex crimes. I can't remember how he initially described his job, but a vision popped into my head of him rolling up to a strip club in a paddywagon to arrest a flock of dancers. I have worked at clubs where that has happened. The unbidden memories vanished as he went on to say that he mainly investigated reports of sexual assaults.

"About sixty percent of them turn out to be bogus." he informed me.

"Sixty percent?" I asked, thinking I had not heard him correctly.

He nodded seriously as he registered my surprise. I waited for him to elaborate and he did not do so.

"What do you mean by 'bogus'?" I prodded him. "You mean they have no validity? The supposed victims just make up stories of assaults that never happened?"

He nodded.

"Why would they do that?" I asked with genuine puzzlement.

"Different reasons." he said. "I'll give you an example."

I felt my eyebrows rise in anticipation.

"One woman came in to report a rape. She had a black eye so clearly she had been on the receiving end of some type of abuse. After she told me her whole story I took her back to the scene of the alleged crime. Her version of the events started to break down, many pertinent details were missing. To make the long story short she finally admitted that she had made up all the charges. It turned out that she had paid a male friend $1500 to beat her up and have sex with her. This woman was a nurse so she had known that the police would test her for bodily fluids secreted by the alleged rapist. She went to all this trouble because she and her ex-girlfriend had recently broken up and she wanted to make her ex-girlfriend feel sorry for her."

I sat there in stunned silence and looked at him.

"Are you serious?" I finally said.

He responded affirmatively and went on to tell me about another woman who claimed she had been gangraped by a group of men. She even supplied the address of her attackers. Her story had fallen apart when the detective had arrived at the suspects' house to question them. Later he pieced together the true story which had begun with the phony victim taking her boyfriend's truck to go buy crack. She had engaged in sex with one man at the site of the supposed attack in order to obtain the drugs and had then stayed there for a prolonged period of time. Upon arriving back home the morning after - long after she was due to arrive - she invented the rape story so her boyfriend would not find out about her true activities of the night before.

I was completely aghast yet fascinated. Throughout all my years of experience with drug addicts, drug dealers, golddiggers, pimps, porn shoots, housewives, strip clubs, flophouses, schoolteachers, ex-convicts, prostitutes, backstabbers, desperate women, angry women, jealous women, homeless women, successful women, nurses, armed robbers, check forgers, hotel clerks, drug mules, and thieves I didn't think I knew of any women who would walk into a police station and falsify an accusation of rape. Why does it seem so mind-blowing to me?

a) Most of the women I know, whether they are good citizens or not, don't want to involve the police in anything.

b) Rape is such a hideous act and you would have to repeatedly tell your false account of the assault and expend precious emotional energy behaving as if you had really felt and experienced it.

The detective and I finished our conversation, but his twisted tales stayed with me. I kept turning them over in my mind. The first shoot I did upon returning to Los Angeles was with Kayla Quinn. It happened that we were doing a scene in which she played a cop and I played a prison inmate. I immediately began thinking of the Toledo detectives's stories and I relayed them to Kayla....


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08.19.07
Blonde & Bound


Recently I was shooting with a photographer and another model. She and I look a bit similar to one another, particularly if you happen to be a drunk customer inside a strip club. During our shoot she happened to mention that a certain director whom we both knew had asked if she danced at Larry's Rack Shack. She grimaced with disgust as she told me about this and punctuated her disdain with a toss of her long, blonde hair.

"Can you imagine?" she practically snorted. "He actually thought I was 'dancing for dollars' or something."

She wanted to continue articulating her reaction to this effrontery, but perhaps could not think of the correct way to describe it. I waited during a long, pregnant pause. Words failed her and she tossed her hair again and looked away. She was avoiding my gaze because she knew I danced at Larry's Rack Shack and she was trying to insult me. Her comment hung in the air and she did not yet know how I would react to it. Finally she snuck a glance at me. I looked back at her and said:

"Yeah, well, maybe he saw me there and thought it was you. I've been dancing at Larry's for a while."

As if she did not know.

"Oh.. well.. " she faltered, momentarily non-plussed. Evidently she had not expected me to offer such a flat assessment of the situation.

"I mean.. it's one thing if someone wants to be a stripper.. I mean, we all have to make money, but.. I don't know.. I wouldn't do that. You know what I mean.. "

I smiled as I looked at the long, blonde hair and giant breast implants framing her befuddled face.

"I understand." I said with genuine agreement. "It's easier to do porn."

The irony was not completely lost on her but there was no way she could come up with a suitable response. She turned her back to me, clearly ready to end this line of conversation. Then she realized that the photographer was looking at us and he had been listening to our exchange.

"You know what I mean, right?" she implored him with a fetching smile, believing she saw an ally in her midst.

He grinned back at her and she took it as encouragement...


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08.14.07
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08.08.07
Another weekend adventure..

The conversation started on a congenial enough note. Ann Parker and I had arrived for a shoot at cameraman Mike Raffone's studio and we were discussing what we had done over the weekend.

"You know," I told her. "I think someone put something in my drink on Saturday afternoon. I was at The Siren in Hermosa Beach and I started feeling kind of woozy. The room began spinning and then some mild nausea kept hitting me in waves.. "

Ann raised an eyebrow at me.

"It wasn't normal. In fact, it was really strange." I continued. "They pour really generous drinks there, but I'd only had three of them. I've been drinking for a lot of years and I know what my limits are. I never get sloppy drunk or start feeling sick like that."

Ann listened and regarded me with some type of emotion in her eyes. Was it concern? Was it disapproval? Was it sympathy? I couldn't read her face and I decided to infuse the moment with some levity.

"Believe me, I'm an old drunk - I know exactly how much I can consume without ever going too far overboard." I said with a chuckle.

She still did not respond. It was time to change the subject.

"Anyways," I said in finishing. "nothing bad happened. My friend drove me home and I passed out. The next morning I was positive that someone had put something in my drink. I felt like crap for the rest of the weekend, but things coulda been worse - at least I made it back to my apartment safely."

Ann continued looking at me and seemed to be digesting my words. I shrugged my shoulders and made a palms-up gesture with my hands to convey a casual, dismissive "so there you have it/make of it what you will" attitude. Ann eyed me a little longer and then she finally spoke.

"Yeah, I'm sure someone did put something in your drink." she agreed in a nasty tone of voice. "It's called liquor, you dumbass!! Why do you always have to try and make excuses for not knowing when to stop yourself?"

I stared at her. An insidious silence invaded the room. The tension mounted. I grimaced. Ann squared her shoulders. Mike Raffone grabbed his camera and it was ON!!!!


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08.05.07
Elinor's House


A few days ago I went for a walk after I'd been sitting at my desk too long. Lost in thought I trudged down the sidewalk until I noticed a couple with a baby carriage coming at me from the opposite direction. I made a right turn because I did not feel like engaging in any cursory interaction, even if it was as simple as just nodding my head in greeting. Staying home alone all day renders me kind of phobic around strangers. It's as if the shyness and awkwardness of my grade-school years has returned full force. I seemed a lot more normal when I was still dancing in bars because the job required me to interact with others. Now I often go days without speaking a single word. After veering right I passed a sign that said "No Outlet" so I realized I was walking down a cul-de-sac. It turned out to be a remarkably long cul-de-sac. Towards the end of it I noticed a house with a "For Sale by Owner" sign planted in its front lawn. The small sign languished near the porch and its coloration made it very hard to notice. I doubted that I would have even seen it if I had been driving. After crossing the street I read the hand-lettered description which informed me that the property was a three bedroom, two bathroom house with an 800-square-foot garage. I glanced up and noticed that something about the garage pulled my attention right to it although I was not sure why. The sign also proclaimed that the owner would "review all offers" and provided a phone number with an Orange County prefix. I walked away after staring at the dwelling for a few long minutes. Within five seconds I nearly strode right past a steep, wooden staircase leading from this street to the one below it. This neighborhood has many such pedestrian walkways that the original planners included when they designed the layout of the subdivision. I'd lived in the area for nearly nine months and still regularly came across new pedestrian thoroughfares that I had not yet encountered in my daily jogs or walks. It always kind of tripped me out when I found a new one. I decided to go down this staircase and counted about 39 steps as I descended. It deposited me onto a street that I did not immediately recognize, but after strolling for a few minutes I saw my friend Tim's Chevy Blazer parked in front of his house. I smiled as I reflected on the oddity of this little community in the hills. The twisting streets curved around so much that it was very easy to get disoriented. Here I was two blocks from home and yet I'd felt a bit lost just moments earlier. I went back up the staircase and walked home.

Yesterday my friends Tim and Raul came over to my place. I mentioned the house for sale because Raul is looking for a house. Tim grew up in this area so he knew the street I was talking about and described the location to Raul.

"Did you get the number of the owner?" Raul asked.

"No, I didn't." I said. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to see it or not."

Raul and I decided to drive over to the house while Tim headed home. We drove right past it because I did not spot the place until we had gone too far. Raul put the car in reverse and stopped in front of it. I copied the number off the sign while he gazed at the home with genuine interest.

"It has bars on some of the windows." he commented. "Isn't that strange for this neighborhood?"

I agreed that it was odd and we both swiveled in our seats to look at the surrounding houses. None of them had iron security bars. Raul asked me to call the seller for him since he hates talking on the phone even more than I do. He dropped me off at home so he could go back to his office. Fifteen minutes later I was speaking with the seller on the phone and he gave me a bunch of information about the property. Evidently his aunt and uncle had lived there since 1960. No, he would not consider a lease option agreement because the home had been placed in a trust and he wanted to sell it quickly. He told me that the cracks in the garage and in the pavement were not as bad as they looked and that he had some type of geological survey attesting to the fact that the residence was not sliding backwards down the hill upon which it sat. Of course warning bells went off in my head. He paused and waited for me to end the phone call but I didn't. Encouraged, he went on to tell me where one of the neighbors left the keys during the daytime so prospective buyers could look it over. Finally he gave me his name, I gave him mine, and then we hung up.

Twenty minutes later I was entering the house. Raul was too busy to stop by but Tim had said he would come look at it. After all, he only had to get to the pedestrian walkway and go up the wooden staircase to join me. It was taking him longer than I had expected so I decided to go in without him. I fumbled with the keys. One of them had a white tag that said "Elinor's house" and the other bore a tag that said "Elinor's garage". I fit the appropriate key into the lock on the iron doorscreen and walked into Elinor's house. Somebody had died in there. I just felt it. Ostensibly it was an elderly person who had lived out his or her declining days in these rooms. I wandered around the rooms and then outside into the backyard. After a few moments I entered the garage. Someone had clearly been using it for a lot of business recently. I wanted to get out of there.

After locking all the doors I exited the premises and replaced the key in its hiding spot. Tim still had not arrived so I went to the wooden staircase. Sure enough, Tim was heading up the pedestrian walkway.

"Sorry I'm late." he apologized.

"I already went in there." I told him. "It's pretty interesting. Come check it out."

He followed me and we let ourselves into the place. I purposely had withheld my thoughts about the property so I could watch his reaction. He wandered around the rooms.

"This is strange." he said. "This layout just doesn't make sense."

I nodded although he could not see me from where he was standing.

"I've gotta use the bathroom." he called from across the house. "Hopefully the water is still on."

I decided to walk out to the garage and headed to the back door. Once there I realized that it was not the same back door I'd used the last time. To my right was a doorway leading into a room I had not even noticed during my last tour. I pushed it open and then recoiled in horror.

"Tim!" I called out.

I heard a toilet flush and realized that he probably had not heard me. The bathroom door opened and his footsteps fell across the floor.

"Hey.. check this out." I said with a touch of alarm.

He found my voice and then came to where I was standing. He looked where I was looking.

"Oh, my God.. " he exclaimed.

An overwhelming stench emanated from the dank little room. Indescribable layers of mold covered every surface: ceiling, walls, and floor. It was absolutely nauseating and Tim walked in there. I didn't.

"What is this place?" he wondered aloud. "Or what was it? It must have been the laundry room."

I said: "No, the hook-ups are in that other room."

Simultaneously Tim said: "But there are no hook-ups in here."

Our sentences clanged together and we both wore repulsed expressions on our faces as we surveyed the horrible little room with fungus coating its every dimension.

"We shouldn't even be breathing this." I said.

Tim snapped back into reality.

"No, we really shouldn't." he said as he stepped quickly out of there.

We went outside and around the side of the house where we encountered a large shed of sorts that was built into a brick wall. Upon opening it we discovered the same grisly type of mold covering every one of its surfaces too. We both recoiled yet again and neither of us had any desire to examine the interior too closely. Tim quickly shut and fastened the door.

Next we ventured into the garage.

"Wow." was all Tim said at first.

"I wonder what they did in here." he mused out loud a few minutes later after surveying the place

We both noted the huge air conditioner connected to the ceiling and another large one mounted to a wall. Five ladders led up to a loft-type area above our heads. There were numerous electrical outlets around the place and, inexplicably, a bunch of what looked like seatbelt straps hanging down from the loft area. We stared at all of it and then went into a bathroom that had been built into the garage. It contained a toilet, sink, and shower. Before leaving Tim found a safe built into the concrete floor of the structure and we played around with that, hastily stopping when we heard a car pull up. We exited the garage and I heard Tim mumbling something about "paranoia" as we walked back in the house. He seemed to be speaking about the former occupants' modification of the place rather than our quick abandonment of the safe when we heard a car. I noticed that he was looking at some of the iron bars.

After locking up and replacing the keys we took the wooden staircase to Tim's house. We discussed the other property at length.

"That place was like a dungeon." he said more than once. "It was just like a dungeon."

That night I did not sleep well. My nightmares were filled with images that belonged in a dungeon..



(to be continued.. )


 


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07.31.07
Office Brawl
I don't think my face in this photo adequately conveys my horror at Jewell Marceau's behavior during a particular incident a few weeks ago. Well, upon second glance, maybe it does. Here's the story behind the alarming photo:

Last year Jewell and I decided to go work for a bookmaker after the federal government banned online gambling in the United States. We saw an opportunity to capitalize on the frustration of numerous, frustrated Internet sportsbetters. As it happened I knew a bookie who always came into the club where I danced. Everybody called him "Vinnie the Plumber". I once asked him how he came to have the moniker and he greeted my question with cool silence and an inscrutable expression. Aside from that one occasion he had always been friendly. He seemed like the perfect guy to help facilitate my entry into the world of illegal gaming so I inquired if he needed any office help. Imagine my delight when he hired me on the spot!

My first day on the job went great. I poured coffee for everyone in the morning, sat around all day, and then mixed martinis for Vinnie and his employees in the evening. He thanked me for a job well done so I showed him a photo of Jewell and told him that she would love to work for him too.

"Bring her on in!" he crowed magnanimously after he passed the photo around the room.

Jewell and I showed up for duty the next day. Thus began a span of several weeks in which Jewell and I did nothing except, serve coffee, pour drinks, and occasionally answer the phone. Jewell became antsy but I reassured her that we would have ample opportunity to prove ourselves invaluable to the organization. Less than two days later all the guys left early to hit a strip club. Vinnie informed me that he was expecting an important phone call and that I needed to take down some numbers when I answered the phone.

"It's important that you get the numbers right, doll." he told me. "Don't be hitting that pitcher of martinis before you take this call."

I smiled and winked at him as he shuffled out the door.

"You better let me answer." Jewell said after we heard his car heading down the driveway. "You always screw things up."

I almost started to argue with her, but then thought the better of it.

"Fine." I replied as I sauntered over to a glass pitcher and began pouring myself a martini. "Go ahead and answer the phone."

I began getting sloshed and Jewell started getting bored after about an hour. Finally she sighed and said:

"I'm going to smoke a cigarette outside. Just wave at me through the glass if the phone rings."

I nodded my assent and lay back in my naugahyde recliner as she strode outdoors. The phone rang. I thought "oh, what the heck" and I picked it up.

"Where's Vinnie?" a gruff voice demanded.

"He's not in. May I take a message?" I purred into the receiver.

"You the one who's supposed to take down the numbers for the line?" he asked.

"Why, yes, that would be me." I confirmed.

"OK, you ready?" he said.

"Yes, I'm ready." I lied.

I fumbled around for a pen and a piece of paper as he began rattling off names of cities and numbers. He'd gotten halfway through his spiel before I finally found a working pen.

"Ya got all that?" he asked when he finished speaking.

"Uh, yeah." I responded.

"Good." he said before he hung up and the line went dead.

The whole phone call was very short and Jewell walked back in the room just as I was replacing the receiver in the cradle.

"Who were you talking to?" she demanded, her eyes narrowed into slits.

"That was Vinnie's guy." I said. "I've got all the info."

She snatched the paper out of my hand.

"What is all this chicken scratch and why are there question marks on the page?" she demanded with rising alarm.

"Um, I didn't catch a few of the numbers.. " I admitted. "but I think I can more or less remember what he said."

"What?!" Jewell screeched at me.

"Listen.. we'll just make up some numbers and no one will ever know." I reasoned with her.

Jewell looked like she was beginning to hyperventilate.

"You have got to calm down." I admonished her. "Vinnie might come back any minute so don't make a scene! The only way we will get caught is if he sees you acting like this!"

Jewell did not bother to respond with words. She picked up a thick file folder and hit me in the face with it. I was getting really scared. Vinnie would know something was very wrong if he walked in and saw her behaving like this! I had to calm her the fuck down. All of a sudden the nickname "Vinnie the Plumber" took on a type of eerie significance in my mind. I did not want to learn the reason for his catchy moniker so I threw every ounce of my strength into subduing Jewell and making her see the light..


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07.19.07
The Indictment of Michael Vick

I'm sure you have heard about the federal indictment of football player/animal abuser Michael Vick. The allegations against him are sickening. It appears that the evidence against him is very strong. This case is in the spotlight right now and I hope it will stay there. Yes, he is innocent until proven guilty. If he is found guilty he deserves the maximum sentence allowable by law. Perhaps that will deter others from abusing animals. Today I made a donation to a Humane Society fund set up to help care for the dogs rescued from Vick's property. Perhaps a few of you will feel moved to do so as well. Click here to access the donation page. Every little bit helps. Beyond that, I suppose all one can do is pray that people like Vick will come to understand how unconscionable acts of cruelty against animals really are. There is forgiveness for everyone. Maybe some good will come out of this horrendous situation. Underground dogfighting occurs in many cities and I hope that punishing those responsible will help curtail or completely stop that type of activity.


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07.15.07
Notes from my summer vacation..

From July 3rd, 2007:



I just came back from wandering around the streets of Detroit and staring at old buildings. Sometimes I wonder why decrepit examples of early twentieth century architecture fascinate me so incredibly much. It’s as if they call to me and I feel compelled to stand and stare at them endlessly, trying to suss out their significance to our modern world. Los Angeles is becoming too gentrified. Many of my old haunts are getting snapped up by developers and undergoing massive renovations that sap the buildings of much of their character in the process. On the one hand it is nice to see them beautified but unfortunately the developers generally seem to gut the interiors while preserving only the facade of the stately old structures. They compromise much of the magic of the dwellings when they do that. Very few people would agree with me on that point, however. A few years ago I lived in an old building in Long Beach, California. I wrote about it here. At the time I called it the “Capulet Arms” because I was still living there and did not want to reveal the real name of the place. Every woman who has worked in adult entertainment has had a stalker. Just trust me on that one. Anyways, the building is actually called the Cooper Arms. You can click that link to see photos of it and read its history. It is a wonderful example of early 1920s art deco architecture. The building does have a lot of deferred maintenance, but in most structural regards it has remained essentially unchanged since its creation in 1923. It appears that the Cooper Arms homeowners’ association has never allowed individual owners to knock down walls of units to create larger condos or so-called “lofts”. I hope they never do. All the ghosts still cruise around the Cooper Arms. Maybe it’s because they know how to navigate the place and because the hallways and rooms containing the memories of their former lives have not changed much.





Both Los Angeles and Long Beach are light years ahead of Detroit in terms of the rehabilitations of their respective downtown areas. Detroit still has a very large number of spectacular, boarded-up buildings which are inhabited only by drug users/dealers and the homeless. Developers in Long Beach and Los Angeles have already seized most (but not quite all) abandoned, older structures and have either renovated or demolished them. In Detroit there is a seemingly endless array of majestic, character-filled properties that have fallen prey to decades of neglect and vandalism. These decayed, historic highrises just set my soul on fire even though I feel kind of silly using those words to describe my reaction to them. My favorite masterpieces among the buildings I have encountered so far are the Metropolitan Building and the Lafayette Building.





I went out to buy a bottle of wine and then circled the Lafayette for quite a while before returning to the hotel just a few minutes ago. There are spirits inside the Lafayette and I would dearly love to go in there. Even I realize that it’s not a good idea. People I know told me I was reckless to go to Detroit alone and I reassured them that I’d be fine. I instinctively set my own limitations. Excitement wells up inside me as I think of trying to get inside the Lafayette, but I know that it would be a really dangerous thing to do for a number of reasons. After writing the last sentence I turned to stare out the hotel window at the pink evening sky and I immediately wondered about how many people have overdosed inside the walls of the Lafayette. No one will ever get the bodies out of that sealed-up building or even bother to try. At least not until they are reduced to skeletons and have lain there for many years..




 

 

 

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07.07.07
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07.04.07
Happy 4th of July!!

Much love and many thanks to all members of our armed forces who are stationed around the world on this patriotic holiday.


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06.30.07
My Summer Vacation


I had a free plane ticket and wanted to use it to get out of town for a week. My antsiness to leave Los Angeles happened to take hold of me towards the end of June. Of course the upcoming July 4th holiday would make it difficult to use my free ticket because many flights were already sold out. Also, where would I be able to get a cheap hotel room for a week during the Fourth of July festivities? Hotels usually jack up their rates during major holidays. I pondered all this and concluded that I would either have to delay my travel plans or pick a destination where nobody else would want to go, a place that might be considered undesirable by most vacationers, would-be partiers and normal people. Cleveland and Pittsburgh crossed my mind as possible locations, but then I had a different inspiration. Yesterday I used my free ticket to hop on an available flight and now I'm sitting in downtown Detroit typing this and waiting for a Greek salad and a deep dish pizza to be delivered to my room.

I scored a really cheap hotel rate on Priceline for a 2-star hotel. After this hotel had accepted my bid I read the Priceline traveller reviews for the establishment. Everybody seemed to agree that it was a pleasant, professionally run place that was close to the casinos. The only gripes came from those who resented the $17 a night parking fee. That did sound steep to me, but Detroit is not the kind of city where you necessarily want to leave your car parked on the street. I decided that I might not rent a car just so I could avoid the parking fees and then I read another traveller's complaint about the $50 taxi ride he'd taken to get from the airport to the hotel. Later I looked at Detroit on a map and it did appear that the airport was a fair distance away from the downtown area. I decided to not rent a car and just cough up the $50 for a taxi.

After landing in Detroit I followed the signs in the airport that lead to the public transportation area. I found the taxi line and a female airport employee asked where I was going. I told her and she stated that the trip would cost me a $49 flat fee. When I nodded my head she signalled to the next driver in line and he seemed happy as he bounded forward to grab my suitcase and lead me to his car, a brand new Dodge Charger with flashy, expensive-looking wheels. My driver was polite, well-spoken and wearing a suit. He indicated that there was a newspaper and fresh bottles of spring water in the backseat for my enjoyment. I climbed aboard and settled in for what I assumed would be a long drive. Ten minutes later I was at my hotel.

After checking in to my room I called my friend Raul who is staying with my cats while I'm gone.

"Larry and Lana are fine." he said as a greeting when he picked up the phone.

I told him about my $60 (including tip) car ride to the hotel.

"Haha.. you got played within five minutes of being in Detroit!" he guffawed into the phone.

"Yeah, I know." I responded. "I had thought that the airport must be pretty far from downtown. They must scam a lot of tourists that way."

"Detroit doesn't get a lot of tourists." Raul said. "You are probably the only tourist that will be in town all week."

"Well, at least now I know to take a bus or a shuttle to and from the airport if I'm ever in Detroit." I said. "But, actually, the driver was interesting. He grew up here. I told him that I love old buildings and he pointed out a number of interesting places and identified who the architects were. He showed me an awesome old place that is being renovated to become a new Westin Hotel property. They are doing a massive overhaul on it."

"That's interesting." Raul said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I thought so too." I agreed. "And listen to this.. "



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06.27.07
New auction item!

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I have some new personal items ip for auction! Click here to see the listing and place a bid.


 


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06.15.07
Welcome back!

We are back in action! The whole site is now on a new server. Hopefully the glitches are behind us now. All members' passwords should be working. Please contact webmaster@tanyadanielle.com if you have any difficulties.


Many thanks to all members for your amazing patience, understanding, and support throughout the past few months as we tried to get the site functioning on the new server!


 


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03.26.07
Throttling Anger
What on Earth started this nasty brouhaha between me and Harley Raine? You can read the story here and then view the entire busty catfight gallery at my Fantasy Image Store!


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03.24.07
Scott Peterson
People who sell vehicles work in a nasty profession. They deal in trickery and lies. Lots of folks say the same about strippers, but it is not necessarily true. Strippers take their clothes off for money. There is not much deception inherent in that activity. Normal men go to the clubs to see bare flesh and they don't get tricked into anything. I never try and swindle any customer out of his money. Either he tips me or he doesn't. Either he gets a dance or he doesn't. It's really that simple. Selling a vehicle is far, far different.

Recently I went to buy a used car from a dealership. I have an intense dislike of shopping in general and shopping for cars is worse than shopping for anything else. Usually I make my mind up very quickly about what I want so I can try and keep the excursion as mercifully brief as possible. Still, buying cars off a lot takes a long time because the staff uses the lengthening number of hours to wear you down. You spend lots of time arguing with the salesguy, waiting, arguing with the sales manager, waiting, arguing with the finance guy, waiting some more, and then you finally realize that you've spent half a day there and you darned well better drive off in something or else you are going to have to repeat the whole experience at another dealership.

Why didn't I just buy a vehicle from a private party? My past experience has taught me that it is actually more of a pain in the butt. Individuals selling their old cars usually are selling just one car. If you don't want to buy it then you have to keep visiting homes and offices of people until you find one that you like. It just seems easier to bite the bullet, go to a car lot and deal with the smarmy people who work there. So there I was at South Bay Toyota looking for a used Toyota. My experience would have been easier if I had been buying one of their new vehicles. They don't try and negotiate as hard because they make such a killing when they sell those. My fear of potential poverty, however, will not let me justify spending that much money on a depreciating asset. I hoofed through the used car section until I found a used Tundra with a seven-year/100,000-mile warranty, took it for a test drive, and told the salesman I wanted to purchase it. He barely spoke English and he really took his time getting me through the preliminary paperwork, disappearing frequently "to go speak to the manager." He did not discuss financing terms. Finally he ushered me into the office of the man who would help me arrange a loan through Toyota Financial Services. This man introduced himself as Scott Peterson. Scott Peterson? It took a moment for the name to register. He watched my face until I placed it and then we cracked a few jokes about how he had the same name as the man from Modesto sentenced to die for the murders of his pregnant wife and unborn son.

Scott produced a sheaf of paperwork and handed me a pen. He had already filled in all the numbers. I started asking questions and he became exasperated.

"Didn't, uh.." Scott tried to think of the salesman's name and could not come up with it. "Didn't your salesman explain all this to you already? This should have been dealt with before you walked into my office."

He spoke the words "my office" as if he were referring to hallowed grounds.

"No." I responded with annoyance, fully aware that this was just a tactic he was using to try and pressure me and make me question myself.

Scott glared at me.

"He barely speaks English anyways." I heard myself saying.

Did I see a smile playing at the corner of Scott's mouth?

We kept arguing. Maybe I got a bit loud, but not really loud. I was angry as we proceeded with the so-called negotiations. It seemed like many people were walking by his office and looking in through the open door. I watched Scott as he kept trying to elucidate his arguments as to why I should pay that price for the vehicle and why I deserved that particular interest rate. He started to imply that my credit was a bit shaky. I informed him that I had just refinanced some property I own for a more favorable interest rate and had almost verbatim knowledge about what appeared on my credit report. Scott didn't miss a beat.

"Look, this is the best deal I can give you." he said. "You real-ly like that vehicle, don't you?"

"I could really like a lot of vehicles." I said.

Scott threw back his head and gave a laugh, as if I had said something really original and funny that he had never heard before.

"You could like a lot of vehicles." he repeated. "I like that. I like that.."

I found myself smiling. I'm smiling as I write this. That guy was just a piece of fucking work. Talk about stereotypes. At that point Scott had leaned back in his leather office chair. He thought I was smiling with pleasure because I enjoyed that he had appreciated my words. I was smiling because he was sporting a gold chain on the outside of his dress shirt and another matching one around his wrist. He fiddled with them both a lot. And I was smiling because he had just tried to flatter me - he had thrown me a proverbial bone - and he thought that it had worked. Scott relaxed his posture even more.

"You know, these days I see more and more girls coming in here to buy trucks. I don't understand it, but it's a sign of the times, I guess." Scott said with a smile as he threw up his hands in a gesture of mock surrender.

I smiled back at him and checked my impulse to inquire:

"What planet have you been living on, Scott?"

Nice Scott made a few more attempts at levity and conversation before Mean Scott came back and tried to move in for the kill. Mean Scott announced that he was going to have to call the the salesman into his office and tell him the deal was off if I did not agree to the financing terms which he had just offered me. I merely shook my head. Scott called the salesman on the phone, informed him of the sad turn of events, and asked him to come into his office. The salesman entered and the expression he wore on his face was a combination of seething, red-faced anger/petulant schoolchild. He stood rooted to the floor with his fists clenched and stared at me with utter hatred. This was not an act. Hooboy. I found myself wondering if he had already called his wife and kids to tell them about the sale. Or maybe he had already called all his drinking buddies. Or maybe he'd already called his extended family back in the Phillippines or wherever to tell them about his windfall. Maybe he'd told them he'd be wiring them some more money in the very near future. Now that he thought that the sale was in limbo he looked like his world was falling apart. He hated me. He just fucking hated me. Even though he was acting like a gigantic baby he still had the balls to stare me in the face without trying to conceal his barely-contained rage. He never unclenched his fists.

In reality, the salesman was the only person in the room who believed the sale was in jeopardy. I was still sitting there in my shorts, sandals, and tank top even though the afternoon had turned into evening and a chill had crept into the air. Scott knew I wanted the vehicle and he also knew that I had a decent down payment and good credit. Of course we reached an agreement in the end. It wasn't a great one but it wasn't a bad one either. Before I left his office Scott pulled out someone else's contract and showed me that the person had agreed to an interest rate of 19.95%. I stared at the document too closely and he hastily covered the person's name with his hand.

"Now this is a bad loan." he had said.

Good grief. Scott and I shook hands, our short acquaintance now finished forever. I headed out to the main showroom to find the salesman and get my keys.

"Nice doing business with you." Scott called out as I padded away in my rubber grocery store sandals and oversized shorts.

"Nice gold chain." I called back over my shoulder.

No, I didn't really say that. The now-jubilant salesman escorted me to my truck and I got in it and drove home. A few weeks later I received a document in the mail that provided all the information regarding the truck's history. It used to be a rental vehicle! Comedians crack jokes about people who buy used rental vehicles. I've cracked jokes about people who would consider buying an old rental vehicle. Everybody knows how rental vehicles get treated by people who rent them. I've been with friends who pulled on the emergency break in the middle of the street while driving 40MPH. They wanted to see how many times the rental car would spin around in circles. People do all kinds of messed up things to rental cars and I'd just bought one.

A week later I went to a bondage shoot. I told the photographer, Marcus, about the truck and its history.

"Where did you buy it from?" he asked me.

I told him. He kept laughing about it as we were shooting. It turned out that he knew some people who work at South Bay Toyota. At the end of the day he said:

"I can't wait to show these photos to the guys at the dealership! I'm going to tell them that you were one of the chumps who bought a vehicle that came from that rental fleet!"

"Just make sure to include one of me bending over." I replied with disgust.


As it turns out the truck has been great. I love it. The whole episode just occurred to me again when I saw those bondage photos Marcus shot shortly after I bought it. You can see a preview here or join my Playhouse to enjoy the entire "Tanya Gagged and Bound" gallery now!



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03.20.07
Secret Video from a Hidden Camera

I was one of those women who was secretly filmed disrobing when I applied for a job at Hooter's Restaurant in West Covina, CA. Recently I obtained a copy of the video and put it in my Custom Video Theatre.



Just kidding. I never applied for a job at Hooter's, but I have had occasion to put on the giant orange pantaloon shorts and thick, shiny tights. Visit my Custom Video Theatre to see the footage!







- XXOO Tanya





 

03.14.07
Another Mike Raffone Production..

Several months ago a gentleman asked me to hold a few auditions in which I could screen women to decide who would play the roles of superheroines and villainnesses in a video he wanted me to shoot. Initially I waffled around and did not address the real issue. I merely reminded him of my profound inability to orchestrate anything.

"You can't ask a few girls to come to cameraman Mike Raffone's apartment and read a few lines?" he inquired via e-mail.

"I would have to pay them." I wrote back to him.

"I've never heard of actresses being paid for an audition." he responded.

"Women in the adult industry get hired for movie roles that generally pay between $500 and $1000 per scene." I replied. "They may spend most of the day shooting their scene in that movie and then they are on to the next job. The next job may be that same day, it might be the next day, or it might not be for two more weeks. The work comes in waves and all the adult actresses learn to adjust to that reality one way or another. They know they need to stay as busy as possible to make a comfortable living. No one I know will go on an audition. I won't go on an audition. Between jobs I go to the strip club. Some adult actresses do webcam shows. Some do signings at adult video stores. Some do other things. The bottom line is that we all work a lot if we want to make a comfortable living. No one will commute in Los Angeles and waste half a day auditioning for a job that pays between $500 and $1000, particularly since they know that they might not get hired for it anyways. They might go audition for a job that would yield $10,000, but probably no one would believe you if you said you had a movie role in an adult production for which you were paying $10,000."

Days went by. I knew this gentleman would either readjust his thinking or else I'd never hear from him again. In the end he did write me back.

"How am I supposed to react to this?" he queried. "I am prepared to shell out good money for a custom video. Am I supposed to just venture into it blindly? I guess I can watch other videos in which some of these ladies have appeared, but that may not indicate to me whether or not I would find them compelling in roles as superheroines or villainnesses. I really want a video that I can treasure if I go the trouble and expense of commissioning a production for myself. I guess I'm willing to pay a few models to shoot some footage for me so I can evaluate their aptitude. Are you willing to help me with that?"

"Absolutely." I replied.

Two days later I was shooting the first of the "auditions" at Mike Raffone's studio. Kayla Quinn breezed into the room with an abnormally large amount of luggage. It all contained wardrobe. I loitered nearby in my Power Girl outfit. Kayla asked if I would like her to play the role of a superheroine or a villain. I shrugged noncommittally.

"Well, sweetie, I'd hate to potentially usurp your role as superheroine in the upcoming video. It just would not be good for you if we were both superheroines in this audition so I'll be a villain." Kayla decided out loud.

She had thrown "sweetie" into her sentence and she just had that bitchy, presumptuous attitude. I folded my glove-clad arms and let her sift through what proved to be an astonishing array of fantasy apparel. It looked like Kayla had played the villain on many occasions. And played the superheroine just as often. Kayla tried to make a few more idle attempts at conversation as she dressed. Mike Raffone indulged her. I did not.

Kayla "The Purple Avenger" and I, "Power Girl", finally squared off in front of the camera. Hostility blazed in The Purple Avenger's eyes and ferocity burned in Power Girl's soul..


How could two goofy broads get so worked up over a superheroine audition? Did Power Girl reclaim her dignity? Did The Purple Avenger assert her intended dominance? Please, take a moment away from your life's issues to marvel at the intensity of two women in supersuits vying for leading roles in a Mike Raffone production..


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- XXOO Tanya

 

03.09.07
Legit Athletes Probably Don't Wrestle Naked

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03.06.07
Ann's Birthday
Ann Parker turned 24 a few weeks ago. She seemed utterly disinterested in the event of her own birthday. That made me like her more. After all, no one between the ages of 21 and 65 should be celebrating birthdays anyways. She obviously knew that. I knew that. Nonetheless, her birthday afforded me a great excuse to go all out and plan a big drinking bash. By my terms a "big drinking bash" involves about four people. Ann, Shannan Leigh, Jewell Marceau, and I headed out to George Petrelli's Steakhouse at my behest. We enjoyed a great dinner and consumed a few too many shots of vodka. The bartender summoned a cab and reassured us that we could leave my Buick Skylark in the parking lot overnight. All four of us were chatting exuberantly and giggling as we poured into the cab and directed the driver to Shannan's apartment.



When we arrived at her place Shannan fumbled for the keys to the door and I grabbed Ann by her shoulders.



"Ann," I sputtered drunkenly, "I have a special gift for you. It's pretty amazing. It may not last long but it is amazing."



Ann smiled back at me with a mixture of appreciation and embarrassment. She turned a bit red.

"I really want you to see this work of art because its dynamism is.. irrefutable." I continued.

For a few moments I searched my mind for an appropriate follow-up comment because I always have the feeling that I don't describe things well when those particular things have an impact on me. I felt my drunkenness and I felt my inability to articulate what I wanted to say. Ann giggled. I let my thoughts drift off into unreachable obscurity. Shannan finally unlocked the door and we all stumbled into her home.



"Let me get the cake ready!" Shannan exclaimed as she set down her purse and headed towards her refrigerator.



"I'll show you your gift after you've blown out the candles." I told Ann with quiet yet eager anticipation.



Shannan reappeared with the cake and some vodka within a few minutes. Ann made a wish and blew out the burning candles which decorated the cake. We all cheered and then I vanished into the kitchen. Jewell was busy pouring shots of vodka for everyone as I pulled Ann's birthday present out of the cabinet where I had hidden it. I beamed at the masterpiece one last time as I cradled it in my arms. My excitement mounted as I transported this incredible creation into the dining room where the other girls were waiting. I walked in backwards. With a monumental flourish I spun around and presented the unparalleled watermelon sculpture to Ann. I exuded happiness and triumph as I watched Ann's face and waited for her reaction.

Ann gazed at the physiognomy of the Viking who stared back at her from the bulk of the carved watermelon. His imperious expression commanded respect despite the bananas in his head that functioned as decorative horns. The Viking stared at Ann. Ann stared at the Viking. The Viking clearly disturbed her. Raw power emanated from the Viking's head, specifically from his brow, and of course the spectacle defied normal comprehension. The Viking overwhelmed the room with his majesty and the sheer scare factor of his realism. He neither sought nor required validation. Ann seemed frozen. The Viking remained resolute and unwavering; his banana-adorned head regarded Ann with unmistakable ferocity.

I found myself beginning to cringe after more than a silent minute went by. Obviously Ann could not accept the Viking for who he was. She did not want to see him at all. She did not really want to see anything. The night was ruined. She knew it. I knew it.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" Ann finally screamed at me.



I could not explain since I was just now comprehending that Ann did not want to move past her current acceptance of what defined art. Or what comprised inspiration. I continued to hold the Viking in my arms. Within these same troubled moments I also realized that everyone present would eventually write off the evening as just another example of drunken debauchery if they remembered it at all. Still, the tension hung in the air. Ann threw herself at me. I tried to protect the Viking by depositing him on a side table as I simultaneously stripped off my clothes and engaged myself in battle.




"I guess you need a glowing review from an art critic before you see anything, don't you?" I hissed in Ann's ear as she threw me to the ground and tried to smother the life out of me with her substantial breasts.



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03.04.07
Attention all members!
I would like to let all members know that I am compiling a list of all your e-mail addresses. You will each be receiving a confirmation e-mail in which you can opt to join my mailing list or not. The list is completely private and no one can access the individual addresses except for me. Needless to say I will never sell or share e-mail addresses.

You may be aware that we have been experiencing some problems with the servers here so I wanted to try and put togerher a mailing list so I can stay in touch with all members in case there is a little downtime as we correct the problems with the servers. Hopefully there will not be any downtime at all.

Thank you all very much for your patience and understanding.

Many kisses,

Tanya

 

03.03.07
Fantasy or Nightmare?
A few weeks ago I participated in a fantasy boxing shoot. The director made sure that everyone knew the rules: no punching to the head, no punching below the belt, no headbutting, etc. Of course he had hired models, not athletes, to do the boxing. Most of the models followed the script and made sure everything looked good for the camera. The majority of us understood that we were creating erotic content, not trying to prove our athletic prowess. Inexplicably, one of the women present, Serena, began landing blows to the head and intentionally trying to inflict pain. She pretended all of it was an accident when any of the other models complained about her behavior. Not coincidentally Serena happened to be the least attractive of all the women present. She was balancing such a huge proverbial chip on her shoulder that her upper body always looked kind of hunched over. Each of the other boxers would stand up straight and stick her big breasts out when the camera started rolling. Serena would lower her head like a bull and start breathing heavy. Halfway through the shoot it was my turn to go a round with her. Within one minute she had clocked me in the nose. I stopped the match. Everybody stared at me because it was obvious that I had something to say.

"Serena, you seem to have a lot of unresolved anger." I said calmly.

"No.." she protested. "I'm just trying to make it a good video. I guess you are not tough enough to take it."

"This is fantasy boxing." I informed her. "This is not real. Either something is real or it is not real. There is no such thing as halfway real. I do not live in your world of delusion and it's nearly impossible for me to express my contempt for your stupidity."

Serena was growing red in the face and she began turning away from me.

"Let me introduce you to reality." I continued. "The truth has power so listen up. You are angry because you are overweight and unattractive by conventional standards. You should try to improve yourself instead of bringing your misdirected anger to an erotic video shoot. Maybe you will be able to.."

All of a sudden a fist smashed into the side of my face. I hit the canvas hard and saw stars as I tried to climb back up. Who had punched me?!

"Welcome to reality, bitch." a woman's voice said as a hand grabbed my hair and jerked me to my feet.

I stood to face 5'10 referee Kayla Quinn.

"Nobody but me stops a match in my ring." she snarled. "You keep fighting until the bell rings or until I tell you to stop."

"I don't take orders from anyone!" I screamed at her.

By this point the director was about to have an aneurysm. Kayla and I agreed to finish the shoot and settle our differences after everyone else had gone home for the day. Kayla is one tough bitch. She is not pretending.



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- XXOO Tanya

 

02.26.07
Joella

DJ Power is a deejay at Larry's Rack Shack. He presides over hordes of topless dancers. Somehow I don't think he ever anticipated having a job of this nature. Many of the dancers possess a great deal of decorum, treat others politely, and respect the Larry's Rack Shack establishment. Other dancers behave much differently. Some in the latter category take loudness and pushiness to levels rarely seen outside the ranks of those working in the panhandling trade. These particular women walk into the bar with a sense of entitlement, fully assured of the notion that the assorted patrons owe them money. They walk up to customers and demand it. I am not kidding. They use patently offensive, money-grubbing lines like:

"I was just dancing on stage. You did not tip me."

One day a certain dancer, Joella, approached a gentleman with whom I was sitting and used just such a tactic. He became uncomfortable and gave her some money. I silently cringed. That evening I was driving home and stopped at a 7-11 store. I bought my groceries and walked out to my car. A homeless-looking man had just finished wiping my windshield with some type of liquid and a newspaper. I groaned inwardly and reached for the door handle of my vehicle.

"I just washed your windshield. Can you help me out with some money?" he asked gruffly.

I just hate being shaken down like that. Yeah, I had some sympathy for the guy, but I genuinely believe that legitimate jobs are available in Los Angeles for anyone who feels like working. My shift at the bar had stretched on for a long time that day and I really did not feel like giving this man any money for moving the dirt around on my windshield.

"Umm.. " I said.

"Aren't you going to give me no money? C'mon, can't you at least give me a few dollars?" he asked in a disgusted tone of voice. His expression and posture manifested his scornful indignation.

For whatever reason I gave him a dollar. He seemed to expect more, but I was leaving. As I pulled away I saw him begin cleaning the windows of a parked, empty car in the lot. I rolled my eyes as I reflected on my spineless gift of a dollar to that rude ingrate. Dudes like that would not persist in demanding money if people like me did not buckle under their pressure. Years ago I'd pulled off a freeway exit in a ghetto-ish area of Los Angeles and a transient with a squeegee had begun feverishly "cleaning" my windshield as I waited for the stoplight. I'd refused to give him money and he'd cracked my windshield by hitting it repeatedly with the handle of his squeegee. I had known that the dude in the 7-11 parking lot would not have done anything that aggressive, but I'd caved in to his begging anyways. Why? My thoughts shifted to Joella at Larry's Rack Shack. When her dancing career ended she could pursue even more riches as a roving window cleaner on the streets of L.A.

The next day at work I mentioned my ruminations about Joella to DJ Power. He shook his head and didn't bother to conceal his disgust when speaking of her. He commented that she usually tried to avoid tipping him at the end of her shift. That did not surprise me.

"She'll pay a price. She'll pay a price sometime soon. Maybe that will force her to change some of her habits and treat other people with more respect." DJ Power said quietly.

"You're crazy. People like that don't change." I said with a laugh as I walked away.

A few months went by and I did not go into the bar. When I returned I found that Joella, unbelievably, had begun conducting herself with dignity. She demonstrated a courtesy for the patrons and her coworkers that seemed almost exaggerated. It appeared at moments that she felt afraid. Afraid of what? I could not guess. It puzzled me but I found myself enjoying her new personality.

After a few weeks I approached DJ Power to give him credit for his accurate prediction regarding Joella.

DJ Power merely nodded his head with grim satisfaction.

Just a few days after that conversation I came across some bondage photos on the Net featuring none other than Joella. I was shocked. We had danced together for years and I had never known that she worked as a fetish model. I stared at the photos. A strange feeling came over me. What about these photos was disturbing me? I felt like I was missing something. Slowly I scrutinized each of them again very carefully. Joella looked terrified. I could not see the facial expression of the man in the photos because his back faced the camera in every shot. For long minutes I continued to peruse the images. What was eluding me? All at once the little hairs went up on the back of my neck. The watch the man in the photos was wearing looked familiar. That's when the realization hit me: the man disciplining Joella in the photos was DJ Power!



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02.22.07
Desires of a Dominatrix
Sometimes I have a lot of pent-up aggression. Click here to see me taking it out on a hapless victim!






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02.18.07
Last Saturday Night

Ann Parker and I had plans to go get a few drinks this past Saturday night. At the last minute she changed her mind about going. I had already shaved my legs and put on makeup so I was standing in front of her imploring her to get off her ass. Her quiet refusals became very annoying. She remained resolute in her intention to stay home even as I continued badgering her. I would not give her any peace. She kept trying to read her newspaper. Finally Ann favored me with an appraising glance and a raised eyebrow. She said:


“I will not be seen in public with you when you are wearing those clothes. That dress looks like one of the tube tops my mother used to wear in the 1970s with her Richard Simmons-style nylon shorts. I’ve seen photos. It looks like you took one of her old tube tops and stretched it out so it would just barely cover your ass. Not only do you look like a cheap hooker - you look like a cheap hooker who shops at Goodwill. Have fun hitting the bars by yourself. I don’t want to be seen with you, but I’m sure that you will end up with plenty of company.”


With that Ann picked up her newspaper again and resumed her reading of it. I stood there deflated. Did I really look that bad? Was my attire that embarrassing? Was Ann really ashamed to be seen with me? I pondered the unpleasant notions and after a moment I noticed Ann slipping a peek at the clock on the wall. Why did she care what time it was? She was planning to stay home. Or was she? All of a sudden the proverbial dime dropped in my head. I remembered the phone messages from someone named Fred who had called for Ann earlier in the day - the message that I had neglected to give to Ann at all.


“Oh, are you waiting for Fred to call?” I asked Ann in a malicious tone of voice. “Is that why you are looking at the clock? Is that why you don’t want to come out with me?”


Ann’s head popped up from behind her newspaper.


“How do you know Fred?” she demanded.


I smiled a cruel smile.


“Did Fred call?” she asked with rising concern.


I smiled again and raised my eyebrows at her.


“Fred called, didn’t he?” she said more as a statement than a question. “What did he say? Did he leave a message?”


“You know,” I said evenly. “Someone calling here and leaving a message with me is tantamount to that person not having called at all.”


I didn’t give her time to reflect on my statement before reaching over and pulling her newspaper out of her hands. Within mere seconds our nasty argument had spilled onto the floor as each of us attempted to dominate and punish the other using any means possible..


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02.11.07
Spiteful, Petty, and Immature

Years ago I had a boyfriend that I will call "Tom". Tom and I dated for about a year. At some point he met someone new and dumped me for her. He did not bother telling me. Tom handled the situation by not calling me for two weeks. He had been travelling on business for half that time, but I finally tracked him down at his office after he came back to town. At last he told me that he had met a new woman and did not want to be with me anymore. It hit me like a ton of bricks because his attitude and his actions were so completely lacking in any type of sensitivity or decency.

Less than a year later I received a phone message from Tom stating that he had stopped into the club where I danced because he was hoping to see me. He left his phone number in the message. Of course I never called him. Around then Tom maintained contact with a model named Leah who I knew. One day at a shoot Leah told me that Tom wanted to find out if it was alright if he used some of my photos on a website that he was building. The question left me a bit nonplussed.

"Why? What for?" I asked her with genuine confusion. Tom had access to tons of photos with which he could decorate a website, including photos of his girlfriend.

"He's doing a little biography about himself and he wants to use some of your pictures since you two used to be together." she responded.

I must have looked at her with an odd expression on my face.

"Don't get mad at me." she said with a slightly nervous laugh. "I just told him I'd ask you."

"Please tell him not to use any photos of me." I responded.

A short time after that I was working with a photographer who also knew Tom. He revealed that Tom had lost his job. I felt like tap-dancing across the studio floor like Fred Astaire, but I said something appropriate like: "Gosh, that's too bad. That must be really rough on him." My second sentence greatly understated the reality. Tom's job had comprised his whole identity. Everything in his life revolved around his job. In his industry he felt like a celebrity because of his job. His job was his life. His job made him feel viable. Honestly, I think the girlfriend with whom he replaced me had hooked up with him because of his job.

As it turned out Tom married the new girlfriend at some point. After he lost his job they moved to a small town. I found this out because Leah informed me about it during a shoot. She seemed to be leading up to something. I did not encourage her because I had no interest in discussing Tom. She did not want to let the subject die even when I picked up a magazine and started reading it.

"Tom called us last night." she revealed. "His wife left him. As it turned out she had slept with about half the guys in the town where they were living. Of course he was the last to know. Now she's with another man."

I looked down at the magazine and processed this new info. Then I turned my head away to conceal the smile that was pulling at the corners of my mouth.

"It was bad." Leah continued. "It was really bad. It is not fun listening to a grown man cry."

"It was terrible." Leah's husband chimed in with a miserable laugh. "We just wanted to get off the phone with him, but we felt like we should try and talk to him."

"Yeah, he's using drugs again too. He's really a mess. He's blown most of his money and he has not worked ever since he got fired." Leah stated.

Tom had remained completely sober the whole time we were together. I had known that he used to have a drug problem before we had met, but he had stayed clean for a long time.

"What drugs is he using?" I asked Leah with grim interest.

She looked at her husband.

"We think it's either coke or meth. Or both." she answered.

Hooboy! I felt somewhat amazed that Tom's life had spiralled so crazily out of control. I didn't really have time to ponder whether I was spiteful, immature, and petty enough to relish this news because Leah finally started getting to her point.

"You know.. " she began.

Here it comes, I thought. My face must have reflected exactly what I was thinking because she faltered and then looked at her husband. He kinda gazed off into space.

"Well, Tom keeps asking about you. He wanted us to find out if you would talk to him. Or if you have a boyfriend. Or if.. well .. maybe he could call you or something."

"Call me?" I said with a smile. "Yeah, that sounds great."

Leah looked a bit startled. Her husband glanced over at me. They seemed pleasantly surprised by my reaction.

"That sounds really great." I repeated. "I'd just love to talk to Tom again now that he's an unemployed, drug-abusing loser who blew all his money and lost his wife."

Leah's eyes widened and her husband started chortling with half-stifled, guilty laughter. His face turned a bit red and he placed his hand over his mouth. I began laughing too. I felt entitled.

Spiteful? Petty? Immature? You got that right.

A week later Shannan and I had something of an argument over my callous attitude towards drug addicts. It became a heated battle. She accosted me again the next day at the gym. She actually stripped me naked and tied me to a weight bench to try and teach me a lesson!

"You don't understand what happens to the people who fuck with me!" I screamed before she stuffed a dirty, grey gym towel into my mouth.


 


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02.09.07
Wrestling with Shannan

Last week I happened to listen to a CD featuring the group Styx live in concert while I was jogging. The lead singer said a few words about many of the songs before he and the band began performing them:

"This song goes back to 1975. It is a song that I wrote about the Bicentennial celebration.."

"I was sitting in my garage at a little Wurlitzer electric piano. This song popped out and started this whole train a'rollin.."

I recalled that the song "Snowblind" had been listed as one of the tracks on this particular CD and I was very curious to hear what little introductory snippet the singer might utter about it. The first-person lyrics in "Snowblind" are clearly lamenting somebody's problem with cocaine. Unfortunately the band began playing the song with no preamble when I reached that particular track. I chuckled a little bit about that as I continued my jog. The twin challenges inherent in running are coping with the physical exertion and keeping oneself entertained. My mind is always searching for humor as I amble down the pavement each day. I began dreaming up prefatory statements the singer could have made while announcing "Snowblind":

"This song goes back to 1982 when I realized that I'd blown my life's earnings on cocaine and hookers.."

"I was high on coke and barricaded inside my closet with a shotgun. This song popped out of my head and I started scribbling the words on the roll of toilet paper I was using to blow my nose.."

I was still smiling when I returned to the gym after my run. Of course no one there thought my ruminations were very funny when I mentioned them, least of all Shannan Leigh. She stood on the black and gold wrestling mats with her arms crossed and a disapproving expression on her face.

"Do you really think the issue of drug dependence is funny?" she demanded.

That made me laugh harder. What was her problem anyways?

"What do you care? You don't have a drug problem." I said

"I've had friends whose lives were completely destroyed by drugs. One of them is still a mess. Drug addiction is a disease." she angrily asserted.

"Oh, please!" I shot back at her. "Drug addiction is a choice, not a disease. It's just a lack of self-control. If you want to help your addict friend then you should tell that person to grow the fuck up and take personal responsibility for his or her own life. I realize that that type of notion is not fashionable these days and that's why so many people are spending their lives checking in and out of rehab facilities and not making any progress. They pretend that drug use is a 'disease' instead of a decision. You just encourage those crackheads to keep using when you tell them that it's not their fault."


As an afterthought I added: "Drugs didn't ruin their lives. Those people ruined their own lives."


For a second I thought she was going to punch me. Then she blinked heavily and shook her head with disgust. Animosity hung in the air. Shannan took a deep breath.

"Listen, we were supposed to practice some wrestling takedowns." she said after a moment. "Why don't we just do that and forget about this discussion. I'm here to train."

I looked back at her with narrowed eyes.

"Come on." she said as she waved me toward the mat. "I'll help you stretch out from your run."

Oh, what the heck. She was right. We were there to train, not to argue. I followed her onto the mat. And then came to regret it very quickly as her efforts to "help" me stretch quickly turned into acts of sadistic torture..


 


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02.08.07
Stacy Burke Pays the Price
In a recent video I played the role of Stacy Burke's evil boss. Click here to witness the debauchery at my Pay-Per-View Theatre now!






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02.05.07
Chairman Andy

Well, if naked photos of scores of beautiful models are not enticement enough to join my site.. now I can provide with you some even more compelling reasons. Wanna make a little extra money in your spare time? Want to indulge in a little gambling degeneracy here and there? Or every day? Well, I will promise you an introduction to bettor extraordinaire Chairman Andy of the WTBA. He is the gentleman who advised me on Saturday to put some $$ on the 20/1 odds that Devin Hester would make the first touchdown in Super Bowl XLI. In fact, Chairman Andy posted his picks right there on my Playhouse bulletin board for all the members to see. He is now thousands of dollars (or pounds, in his case) richer. Hopefully some of the other members are too.

Me? Regrets, I have a few. And not just because I took Chicago +6.5.

 

In any case, congratulations, Chairman!!


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02.04.07
Self-righteous Stacey
Stacey Cash and I have done many videos together. We are old pals. As it happened we had not seen each other for about a year. Evidently Stacey had been doing lots of work while I had been sitting at home waiting for my phone to ring. I became really happy when I found out we would be shooting together at a gym location in El Segundo. I even got there early. Stacey and I greeted each other like the old buddies that we are. I congratulated her on all the work that she had been doing. It impressed me how much her career had taken off. Always gracious, Stacey smiled and brushed off my compliments.

"So what's new with you?" she asked. "I haven't seen you in ages. Did you get married or something?"

"No." I responded. "I've just been, ah.. relaxing a lot."

"Yeah, I see that.." she said after a moment.

I looked at her expectantly because it seemed like she was about to say something else.

"You know," Stacey began, "I wouldn't be your friend if I didn't tell you that you really need to lay off the Ho Hos. You look like you've been parked on your couch scarfing Hostess treats for the past year. I was just being nice when I asked if you'd gotten married. No one is going to marry you or hire you for video work if you don't get back in shape and improve your personality."

Silence engulfed the gym. The cameraman looked at the ceiling, looked at the floor, and then looked away. Stacey's tone had been very sincere. She wasn't being mean - she genuinely was trying to tell me something that she believed. Stacy put her hands onto her hips and watched my reaction. I gazed at her and took in her perfect breasts, slim little waist, sculpted ass, strong legs, and resolute expression. It was too much. It was just too much.

"Listen, you self-righteous little bitch," I hissed, "I'm going to keep eating all the Ho Hos that I want because I can still kick your perfect ass around the boxing ring any day of the week!"

Stacey looked at me with something akin to pity before tossing a pair of boxing gloves at my head and climbing into the ring.



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02.02.07
Holly Body vs. Tanya!
My sexfight vs. Holly Body is now playing at my Pay-Per-View Theatre!

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01.28.07
Stacy's Friend

A man came in to the club where I was dancing. He asked my name so I told him. He commented that his friend's wife was named Tanya. He then asked if I was Russian and I confirmed that my mother’s side of the family indeed hails from that part of the world. Evidently his friend’s wife Tanya grew up in Russia and had immigrated to the US several years earlier. She and his friend had just married recently.

"She is very well taken care of now. Very well taken care of." he said as he nodded his head up and down to reaffirm his own point.

Later he asked me if I hoped to meet a wealthy man who could "take me away" from my current job.

"Oh, I don’t know." I said neither rudely nor with much animation. Guys like this build their lives around the concept that everyone wants their money as much as they do. There’s no point in trying to correct the folly of their thinking. Eventually they really will end up with women and friends who covet their money. Relationships like that probably make them feel important. During our conversation this dude made passing references to his new Harley, his latest shark-fishing trip, his large home in Agoura Hills, and numerous other expensive things. I nodded my head with contrived enthusiasm and heard myself uttering lots of time-honored remarks like: "Wow!", "That’s great.", Really?", "You’re kidding!", "That must be nice." At least he wasn’t mentioning unlikely assets such as a villa in Barcelona or a helipad in his backyard. Some customers do.

People outside my profession have asked me how I can sit with men like this and feign interest in their spiels. I tell them that men come into strip clubs to relax and forget their problems for an hour or two. I don’t mind if they want to sit there and recite their personal and financial holdings to me. No harm is done. Nobody gets hurt. Things only start to bug me when I’m ready to go home and eat dinner. Usually only hunger causes me to lose patience when I’m working. On this day the particular customer started becoming insulting. Perhaps he sensed that I was not really dazzled by his affluence and material belongings. At some point he began implying that I was a dancer because I did not have the ability to do anything else. I could see where our conversation was heading so I politely told him that I needed to see the deejay about picking some music for my next stage show. Of course I never returned to his table.

Later in the dressing room one of the other dancers, Marla, said to a dancer named Tiffany:

"That customer I was sitting with wants to take me out on his yacht! He said I can bring some friends. I wonder if he is for real."

Tiffany asked her which guy she was referring to. Marla scrunched up her face and seemed to be trying to conjure up a mental image of him.

"Um..he has grey hair. His name is Bill or Bob or something. I think he’s wearing a white shirt." she began. "Maybe he’s about 40 or 50. He’s sitting in one of the booths over by the VIP area.."

Tiffany informed her that that description fit about 50% of the men in the place. A new song began playing and the deejay announced Marla as the next dancer on stage. Marla jumped up from her seat at the mirror and gestured towards me.

"I have to go up. Tanya was dancing for him too. She’ll tell you who he is." she said over her shoulder as she parted the curtains that covered the entrance to the stage.

"Which guy is she talking about? What does he look like?" Tiffany asked me. I was busily getting dressed and packing up my bag for the night. My mind was already making the transition between work mode and going-home-to-eat mode.

"Um..he’s sitting in one of the booths.." I said as I began stuffing my 7-inch heels into the side of my duffel bag. I had no enthusiasm for this subject and I was done working for the day. Tiffany was looking at me and waiting for me to continue so I did.

"Uh.. I don’t know. He’s.. " I searched for a description. "He’s…. the biggest trick in the place. That’s who he is."

Tiffany started laughing and so did I. I went home and ate a large meal.

The next day I was shooting a pantyhose fetish video with Stacy Burke at Mike Raffone’s studio.

"You still work at Larry’s Rack Shack, don’t you?" she asked.

I nodded.

"My friend Byron went in there last night. He said he was getting dances from a blonde girl with big boobs. It sounded like you from his description." she said.

"Maybe, but there are a lot of girls with blonde hair and big boobs in there." I responded.

"Something about the way he described your personality made me sure that it was you. In fact, I’m positive." Stacy said with conviction.

"Yeah? Well, it’s certainly possible. His name is Byron?" I asked.

"Yes, and he’s having a big yacht party in the marina this weekend. You should come. He and his friends are leaving for a shark-fishing trip on Monday so they are going to party it up the night before with their wives and friends." she said.

All of a sudden I knew exactly who she was talking about. My eyes rolled in spite of my efforts to stop them.

"Oh, please. I’m not going to go hang out with a bunch of rich bores and their Russian mail-order brides." I remarked with the type of sarcasm I should not have used when speaking about one of Stacy’s friends.

Stacy glared at me for just a mere instant before grabbing two fists full of my hair..


 


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01.22.07
Amazing Stupidity

I've been dancing a lot recently so I decided to pull this story out of the archives. It feels very timely and apropos since I've danced 4 out of the past 5 days:


Strippers can be amazingly stupid. Not all of them, but there is guaranteed to be a contingent of retards at any club you happen to dance at. The anti-discrimination laws in California mandate that new strip clubs make all the stages and dressing rooms accessible to handicapped dancers. I've never worked with a stripper who was in a wheelchair, but I've had to share stages with overwhelming numbers of mentally handicapped ones. They become irate if another dancer plays "their song." Do they think they hold the copyright? They bitch about another dancer talking to "their customer." Is he their property? They whine about not making enough money on stage so they sit down in the middle of their song and pout. Do they think that helps? I always thought Goldie was a cut above the rest. She is, actually, but she had an attack of idiocy a few nights ago at the bar. She accused me of wearing baby oil during my set and making the stage floor greasy. Oh, brother. I told her it wasn't my fault that she couldn't keep herself from falling on her ass. She didn't see it that way so we agreed to settle our differences in a storage room behind the stage..


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01.04.07
New Site Launched
Hello everyone! As I'm sure you've noticed I have launched an all new version of my site. It's been a very long time coming and I couldn't be happier to finally have it complete for you! Take a look around and see for yourself. I hope you like it as much as I do.

 
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