36DD Tanya Danielle's Fantasies


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Tanya Smoking
Vintage photoset with a story: Tanya Danielle has never smoked a cigarette in her life. Someone hired her to shoot a gallery of smoking photos back in 2000. Tanya readily agreed and then forgot to light the cigarette for the photos. These photos have never been seen anywhere but on her own site because the person who commissioned them became angry after seeing the unlit cigarette.
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Devon Michaels, Cherokee & Tanya Danielle
A gorgeous gallery of Sapphic delight featuring busty pornstars Devon Michaels, Cherokee, and Tanya Danielle. Treat yourself to this spectacle of beauty and eroticism now!
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Power Girl vs. The Purple Avenger
A few 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 typed back to me. “Women in the adult industry get hired for movie roles that generally pay between $500 and $1000 per scene.” I responded to him. “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 three 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 to 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 don’t want 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?
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Summer Cummings Pantyhose Catfight!
Tanya's viewpoint: Summer Cummings recommended me for a job and I did not show up. Or call. For a few weeks I wondered just how mad she was. Finally I screwed up my courage and rang her up on the phone. The worst she could do was hang up on me. Instead, to my amazement, she was really nice when we spoke. What a relief! She understood that I was just a complete idiot and mentioned that she had never really expected much out of me anyways. After all, I'd been a moron for as long as she'd known me. She reassured me that she had accepted my limitations years ago. In fact, she went on, she had once read research on bovine behavior indicating that cattle were so stupid that they never deviated from a very limited range of actions. Summer went on to tell me that she realized that I, like the cattle, had an organic deficiency that prevented me from altering my habits and becoming a successful model and a productive citizen. It was merely my destiny to live the existence of a lower life form. Yeah, Summer was going overboard wth the insults and calling me a dumb cow, but I was just so happy to be her friend again. She even accepted my invitation to come over for a drink. On the appointed day we were hanging out at my place laughing and talking just like old times when out of nowhere she grabbed a handful of my hair!! I almost jumped out of my tan, sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose! Turned out that all that bonhomie on the phone had been just a ruse to get herself within grappling distance of me..
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Harley Raine vs. Tanya Danielle
Last week 38DD Harley Raine showed up at my apartment and wondered aloud why I had painted my walls bright blue. Of course I informed her that the lovely shade was mixed especially for me at Home Depot to replicate the official Royal Blue of my favorite soccer team, Everton. I had worn my Everton jersey into the store so they could match the color exactly. The guy behind the counter had asked me to hand him my jersey so that he could have it right next to the paint he was mixing. I stood by him in my jeans and bra as he labored to do the task perfectly. He even got on the store's public address system to call some other employees to come assist him. They take their jobs very seriously at Home Depot and it is quite inspiring. I was impressed enough to give them each an extra five dollars after I paid for my paint. Harley listened to my story and I couldn't help but notice a malevolent gleam creep into her eye. I just wanted to bask in the glow of my blue wall, but all of a sudden Harley was telling me I was a "dumb hooker" who wasn't smart enough to charge men to stare at my 36DD tits when I took my clothes off in public! Who knows what she was talking about, but anyone speaking the words "dumb hooker" inside my house is looking for a nasty brawl.
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Jewell Marceau vs. Tanya Danielle - lingerie catfight!
Why can't roommates Jewell and Tanya get along? Why ask why? Just enjoy the smothering, breast-clawing, hairpulling, and contorted wrestling holds that ensue as soon as thes two wildcats start fighting!
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Summer Cummings Destroys Tanya Danielle
In this twisted photoset Summer Cummings ties up her nemesis Tanya Danielle and subjects her to every gross indignity possible! Will Tanya survive this hideous ordeal with burning candle wax, a razor, and even more household items that Summer has converted into instruments of torture?!
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Natalia the Slave
Jewell Marceau and Tanya Danielle have taken a captive. They force sultry brunette Natalia Love to submit to their every desire. When they discover that she is ticklish they break out their collection of feathers and tickle her straight to her breaking point..
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Carolyn Monroe vs. Tanya - CATFIGHT!
Tanya's viewpoint: It had been awhile since Carolyn and I had hung out together. Still, she'd been over to my place at least a thousand times before and it seemed unnecessary for her to ask why I have silver tinsel decorating my table lamp. Not only did it seem unnecessary, it actually appeared that the question might have been intended as a pointed insult. Here I'd been expecting Carolyn to relax and swill a few beers with me, and instead I found myself fielding queries about my furniture. I'm not a decorator. I didn't even put that tinsel there for effect. Somehow it ended up on the lamp after a drunken night of debauchery when I was dancing around with the shade on my head. Carolyn knew that already. Was she trying to make me feel self-conscious about my excessive drinking? Why would she attempt the impossible? Who cared anyways? I was already one sixpack into my evening and a little liquid courage always helps when you have the inclination to bash someone's head into your industrial carpet. Know what I mean?
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Francesca Le vs. Tanya - PANTYHOSE CATFIGHT!
Tanya's viewpoint: Several months ago I checked into a hotel in Los Angeles to minimize my commute into the San Fernando Valley for work. I had numerous shoots scheduled over a 4-day period and did not want to deal with hours of driving on each of those days. I selected the historic Mayfair Hotel which sits in a gritty section near downtown. Downtown L.A. is equidistant from the San Fernando Valley and the city in which I live. My friend Raul came to meet me for dinner on the first night I was there. He did not bother to hide his disgust for the surroundings. The squalor really bugged him. I was enjoying our walk amidst the debauchery and kept stopping to ogle at many of the decrepit, historic properties that are still standing in the vicinity. After a while Raul briefly attempted to exhibit some enthusiasm while we strolled around town. He seemed to be reluctant to leave me on my own and I had already told him I had no intention of departing. At some point he nodded his head at a boarded-up old brick building looming in front of us on 7th Street and commented that it looked like an interesting place. I glanced over at it. Wow. There really was something about the structure that was compelling. An old sign affixed to its facade read "Holland Hotel." Clearly the place had not been open for business in many years. We kept on walking and saw lots of thought-provoking stuff. A few days later I remembered to do a search for "Holland Hotel" on the Yahoo search engine. It did not surprise me that the crumbling place may have some dubious significance in Los Angeles history. As it turns out it has a speculative connection to aspiring starlet Elizabeth Short. You may have heard of Elizabeth Short AKA the "Black Dahlia." Her brutal murder rocked Los Angeles in 1947 and has captured the prurient interest of countless individuals over these subsequent decades. Lots of people love a good mystery. Elizabeth's killing remains officially unsolved although there are many who believe a degenerate individual named Arnold Smith was responsible for her death. These folks buy into the theory that Arnold lured or forced Elizabeth into his bathtub, tortured her for several days until she died, severed her body at its midsection and then drained all her blood into the aforementioned tub. A housewife walking with her infant in a stroller encountered the remains of Elizabeth discarded behind some bushes in the housewife's pleasant, middle-class neighborhood. The bisected corpse was bloodless and washed clean. One of the policemen investigating the murder felt very strongly that Arnold Smith was the perpetrator of this horrendous crime. Unfortunately, or perhaps not, Arnold died the night before this cop was scheduled to interview him. Supposedly Arnold had checked into the Holland Hotel on the evening prior to this imminent meeting and then burned to death, possibly because he fell asleep with a lit cigarette in his bed. Many answers may have burned along with him. Perhaps all the conjecture about both Arnold and Elizabeth's grim bond is indeed accurate. There is just something about the rotting structure of the Holland Hotel, Arnold's second-to-last resting place, that makes you ready to believe that spirits inside its abandoned walls are keepers of those secrets. Francesca doesn't want to believe anything. She is far more pragmatic than I and always tries to forcibly shut my mouth when I speak of random, mystery-laden subjects. I do happen to have a habit of chatting away about irrelevant stuff when I'm shooting. During our last shoot I had commented that Francesca looked a bit like the photos taken of pretty,raven-haired Elizabeth Short before her sickening death. She really does. The pale, pearl-colored pantyhose Francesca was wearing underneath her red skirt contributed to the resemblance, at least in my mind. Francesca didn't want to hear anything about my morbid ruminations and she reacted violently when I would not let the subject rest..
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Stacy Burke vs. Tanya - pantyhose catfight!!
Stacy Burke battles Tanya in a nasty example of an apartment brawl. These two pantyhose-clad beauties are vicious wildcats!!
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Shannan Leigh vs. Tanya - CATFIGHT!
If you come to my place you will see a stain in the ceiling of my livingroom. It is a bloodstain that dripped through the floorboards of the apartment above when the former occupant was killed at home. Rumor has it he was with the Russian Mafia. Is there such a thing as a Russian Mafia? "Mafia" has to be one of the most overused words in the English language. Every wanna-be bad guy claims to be a part of some type of "mafia." I have no idea what precipitated the death of my neighbor upstairs nor do I know whether he was really with some clandestine group of criminals or not. In any case, the blood pooling inside my ceiling did prompt me to cover my teal green couch with a slipcover. I certainly would not want any bloodstains on that classic piece of furniture. Shannan Leigh came over and snottily commented that I must be really broke if I was recycling bedsheets to cover up my shabby home decor. Yep, that's what she said. I was determined to show Miss High-and-Mighty a thing or two after her unwelcome remark. It was not an easy fight. Check out the gallery below to see the final outcome of this emotionally-charged debacle...
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Victim of Circumstance
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 in my face. He and I agreed to meet that evening at 5pm for more web design lessons and then we 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..

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Francesca Le vs. Tanya - Catfight!
There's a bar called Monty's on West Seventh Street in downtown L.A. It has no windows and you can't see the interior when you are standing on the sidewalk even though the door is always open. The signage outside advertises cocktails, sports TV, and pool. Monty's is in kind of a rough area and it was hard to guess exactly who might be in the place. It could be workers from the numerous construction sites in the vicinity or it could be Mexican gangbangers. Maybe it's an array of people strung out on heroin they purchased across the street or it's a bunch of cops who get together after work. It could also be Crips, Bloods, or grandmothers knitting. The only way to find out is by walking in there. The place was calling me. Why does that always happen? Little dingy bars with wood-panelling have a way of doing that. There was no way I could know that it had a wood-panelled interior, but yet I was certain that it did. Finally I proved myself right by going in there last Friday afternoon. About eight people were inside the wood-panelled room which happened to be bigger than I would have expected. There was a jukebox against one wall and five pool tables lined up on the concrete floor. A few of the patrons were playing pool and the rest were seated at the bar. Most of the conversation in the room was in Spanish. The bartender sized me up from a distance and maneuvered towards me in a somewhat laborious manner. At first I thought she was pregnant, but then it appeared that her gait was the result of some type of injury. I asked for a Stoli on the rocks and she asked me for my ID. My Stoli cost $4.50. I sipped it and stared at the TV while the other customers tried to figure out what I was doing there. Something about their manner indicated that they were not accustomed to seeing many strangers in the place. Or maybe they just weren't accustomed to seeing many unescorted white women in the place. A large Hispanic woman in tight clothes came near me to retrieve her bottle of beer. She looked me squarely in the face and gave me a disdainful smirk before returning to her pool game. Her apparent assessment of me reminded me of one made by a similar large Hispanic woman a number of years ago. I had been leaving a bachelor party at which I'd been dancing when a woman had arrived at the residence. She kept looking me up and down and saying, "Oh, there's the little ho you had for the party" in a loud, derisive manner. I had been wearing a skintight, hot pink dress with 5" spiked heels. Today at Monty's I was wearing a baggy T-shirt and workout pants. I returned the woman's look with a polite smile. Another customer in Monty's played some music from the sixties on the jukebox. He was moving in rhythm to the songs in between his shots at the pool table. A different customer bought me a drink. He was not a leering pervert and seemed to have no interest in speaking to me other than to acknowledge my thanks. Normally I dislike it when strangers buy me drinks because I never want to engage in the conversation they are expecting. Maybe this gentleman was highly intuitive. I wasn't really sure why he'd bought me the drink, but he left shortly thereafter. The place was pretty mellow- at least on a Friday afternoon. The patrons ranged in age from their thirties up to a few who were probably in their sixties. Most of them were Hispanic and I think all of them understood Spanish because I'd heard almost no English since I walked in. Of course I didn't really blend in but no one seemed to care enough to try and make me feel uncomfortable. Even the fat woman refrained from giving me another dose of scorn. Altogether I had three vodkas before departing. That wasn't very smart because I was scheduled to do a bikini wrestling match with Francesca Le in less than an hour. When I arrived at the gym I mentioned that I'd been to Monty's. Francesca rolled her eyes and said: "Oh, great. Now you're going to screw up even more than usual during the shoot." I ignored the fact that she was right, threw a pair of boxing gloves in her face, and challenged her to bring her bad attitude into the ring..
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Power Girl Captured and Bound!
Tanya Danielle is Power Girl. Nefarious forces are holding her captive. See Power Girl's futile attempts to escape her cuffs, chains, and sadistic tormentors!
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