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2012-02-08T12:51:00.000-08:00

2012-01-22T19:13:00.001-08:00

A sleek, silver Mercedes Benz glides to a stop on a stretch of cracked asphalt. Its driver kills the engine and surveys the scene in front of her. Discarded truck tires and pieces of lumber litter the ground. A crew of men is constructing furniture inside one of the battered warehouse units which comprise this industrial complex. The neighboring units show no signs of life. At the rear of the property a muscular pit bull hovers behind a black iron fence, alert to every nuance contained in the surrounding environment. It is two days before Christmas and most people have already left for the holidays. A sense of desolation hangs in the air. When the driver emerges from the vehicle her trench coat falls nearly to her ankles but fails to conceal the stunning curves of her body. One of the nearby workers notices her presence and abruptly shuts off the power tool that he is holding. Several others follow suit and soon all of the laborers have ceased their various activities to stare at her. Time seems to stand still for a few long moments. The sharp sound of high-heeled boots clicking against concrete breaks the silence as the visitor begins walking across the driveway. The pit bull barks ferociously. "Don't waste your war dance on me." the mysterious stranger says with a light chuckle as she opens a gate in the iron fence. Immediately the dog lunges at her but backs off when she shows no fear. The woman squats down and pets its chunky, trapezoidal head while she gazes at a concrete block building which looms directly ahead of them. From her vantage point she sees that someone has propped a simple metal sign spelling out the word "RAW" next to the doorway. All of a sudden a man materializes in front of her. He moves with the lithe grace of an athlete and wears a watch cap pulled tight against his head. She rises to speak to him. "My name is Mercedes Ashley." the woman says quietly. "I understand that you allow Tanya Danielle to train here. Today I will be teaching her a lesson that she richly deserves. I would appreciate it if nobody interferes. She claims to be a fighter and I assure you that she will have every opportunity to defend herself." An expression of bemusement crosses the man's face and he gives her a considering glance before stepping aside to admit her into the gymnasium facility behind him. The ensuing blood-soaked debacle shocks even the most jaded observer on the premises. Nobody attempts to intervene in the proceedings although a few wonder if they should try. Mercedes eventually grows bored with the relative ease of her victory. To sate her own need for violence she resorts to an act of sexual sadism so perverse that the date of 12-23-11 will forever haunt the memories of those who witnessed her depravity..

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2012-01-22T18:54:00.000-08:00

2012-01-22T14:06:00.001-08:00

A sleek, silver Mercedes Benz glides to a stop on a stretch of cracked asphalt. Its driver kills the engine and surveys the scene in front of her. Discarded truck tires and pieces of lumber litter the ground. A crew of men is constructing furniture inside one of the battered warehouse units which comprise this industrial complex. The neighboring units show no signs of life. At the rear of the property a muscular pit bull hovers behind a black iron fence, alert to every nuance contained in the surrounding environment. It is two days before Christmas and most people have already left for the holidays. A sense of desolation hangs in the air. When the driver emerges from the vehicle her trenchcoat falls nearly to her ankles but fails to conceal the stunning curves of her body. One of the nearby workers notices her presence and abruptly shuts off the power tool that he is holding. Several others follow suit and soon all of the laborers have ceased their various activities to stare at her. Time seems to stand still for a few long moments. The sharp sound of high-heeled boots clicking against concrete breaks the silence as the woman begins walking across the driveway. The pit bull barks ferociously. "Don't waste your war dance on me." the mysterious stranger says with a light chuckle as she opens a gate in the iron fence. The dog lunges at her but backs off when the woman shows no fear. She squats down and pets its chunky, trapezoidal head. A concrete block building looms directly ahead of them. From her vantage point the woman sees that someone has propped a simple metal sign spelling out the word "RAW" next to the doorway. All of a sudden a man materializes in front of her. He moves with the lithe grace of an athlete and wears a watch cap pulled tight against his head. The visitor rises to speak to him. "My name is Mercedes Ashley." she says quietly. "I understand that you allow Tanya Danielle to train here. Today I will be teaching her a lesson that she richly deserves. I would appreciate it if nobody interferes. She claims to be a fighter and I assure you that she will have every opportunity to defend herself." An expression of bemusement crosses the man's face and he fixes the woman with a brief appraising glance before stepping aside to admit her into the gymnasium facility behind him. The ensuing blood-soaked debacle shocks even the most jaded observer on the premises. Nobody attempts to intervene in the proceedings although a few wonder if they should try. Mercedes eventually grows bored with the relative ease of her victory. To sate her own need for violence she resorts to an act of sexual sadism so perverse that the date of 12-23-11 will forever haunt the memories of those who witnessed her depravity..

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2012-01-22T13:19:00.000-08:00

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2011-12-31T22:27:00.001-08:00

The building looked charred, dirty, and decrepit. It hardly came as a surprise to learn that a man had burned to death inside of it. "His passing provoked no sorrow." Tanya's companion told her. "That fella had been living on the fringes for a long, long time. Do you know what I mean?" She knew. Places like the Holland Hotel often played host to individuals who, as a result of either their desire or their desperation, had opted out of conventional society. Many were hiding from ugly pasts as they hurtled toward equally brutal destinies. "You check into a place like this and you can do whatever you want to yourself." the old man said as she continued gazing at the dark, grime-covered bricks of the structure. "Ain't nobody gonna stop you." His words hung in the air, sounding very much like an omen. She hoped that he would keep speaking but he just stared at her with his ancient, tragedy-filled, blue eyes. After he vanished Tanya circled the perimeter of the property. Several paper signs taped to street-level windows proclaimed that "The Hotel is now closed for business." How late was she? The following morning she began researching the establishment and quickly discovered that the last known fire at the property had occurred in 1981. An inhabitant of one of the rooms had fallen asleep with a lit cigarette and died in the resulting blaze. His name was Arnold Smith. She kept hunting for more information. After poring over hundreds upon hundreds of mostly irrelevant documents Tanya found that a cold case investigator working on the 35-year-old Black Dahlia murder had considered Mr. Smith a prime suspect in the notorious slaying. As fate would have it Smith perished just days before a scheduled interview with the investigator. With a deep exhalation Tanya shut down the antiquated microfiche machine and let her mind hum with all of these new revelations. Could a nearly indigent drunkard have taken the life of the Dahlia? It seemed eerily appropriate. The misfits of society often gravitate to one another, sometimes with startlingly violent results. Conflagrations involving these types of ravaged souls usually do not garner much notice. To Tanya the most riveting aspect of the Dahlia case was the fact that so many people had become obsessed with the woman in death when no one had cared about her in life. By most accounts the unfortunate lady had drifted from city to city, from address to address, and from man to man without developing any permanent ties to anyone or anything. Tanya could relate. An unexplainable compulsion drew her back to the Holland the very next day. She sensed that someone was still living inside of the place and knew that she would probably attract his attention when she reappeared in the vicinity. Suffused with a familiar combination of fear, exhilaration, and curiosity she parked her car and approached the premises. Two unbidden thoughts popped into her mind just as she reached the threshold of the long-defunct hotel. Firstly, no one would ever report her missing. Secondly, her body would likely never be found. Before she could react to these disturbing premonitions she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. Her next conscious realization came as she awoke inside of a tiny room. She found herself handcuffed next to a Christmas tree. A reflection of her own stunned, horrified face mocked her as she gazed into the mirror-like, black goggles worn by the man who loomed above her..

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2011-12-28T18:24:00.001-08:00

2011-12-25T20:12:00.001-08:00

Bad Lieutenant

2011-12-11T19:18:00.001-08:00

"Didn't you see the posted signs?" the stern officer demands. You are completely speechless. She glares at you through her mirrored shades. No words come out when you open your mouth to speak. "The maximum speed limit on this street is 30 miles per hour. You blew past me like a bat out of Hell." How do you respond to someone who is making no sense? Is she confusing you with another motorist? You quickly glance around the immediate area and find it to be deserted, just like it was ten minutes ago when you stopped here to eat your lunch. "How could you miss me parked right there on my motorcycle?" she asks contemptuously. "I was clocking your speed." She was on a motorcycle? In that uniform? Without giving you a chance to respond the officer orders you to slide into the passenger seat. She jumps behind the wheel and commandeers your 1973 Ford Pinto. "I'm taking you into the station." she snarls as she floors the accelerator with her high-heeled boot. The Pinto coughs and sputters and you go lurching down the street with this obviously deranged, scantily clad cop. Upon arrival at headquarters she jerks you from the car, handcuffs you, and leads you into the building. Oddly, - or perhaps not, considering how your day seems to be going - the squad room has boarded-up windows and looks nearly abandoned. The officer propels you down a long, labyrinthine hallway until you find yourself inside of a surprisingly comfortable, well-appointed room. After chaining you to a leather couch she says: "Let me introduce myself. I am Lieutenant Danielle. Some refer to me as the 'Bad Lieutenant'. I have a special way of dealing with the scofflaws who pahttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifss through my town." The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Your mind seems to detach itself from the present circumstances. Lieutenant Danielle sneers at your obvious discomfiture and begins unbuckling her belt. From a great distance a welcome sense of relief slowly infiltrates your consciousness as you realize that she is carrying no weapons other than her sharp tongue and a lascivious gleam in her eye..

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2011-12-04T22:11:00.001-08:00

Busty, British adventurers have been traversing the Atlantic for many years, all of them eager to establish formidable reputations in the United States. Catfighter Tanya Danielle takes great pleasure in returning these upstart challengers to their homeland with deflated breasts and egos. She considered herself to be the world's premiere titfighter. Few would dispute her dominance. In 2010 Tanya faced the most skilled, aggressive opponent of her career, Goldie Blair. After humiliating the Brit in a decisive match, Tanya nonetheless deems Goldie worthy of remaining on US soil. Both women have continued to rack up victories against lesser adversaries. To Tanya's intense chagrin, however, she learns that Goldie has represented herself very poorly during a violent battle against none other than large-breasted, British expatriate Taylor Wane. "You should have forced that blonde bitch off this continent!" Tanya chastises Goldie. Uncharacteristically, Goldie has nothing to say. This only serves to make Tanya even angrier. Suffused with equal measures of rage and disgust the most accomplished titfighter on the planet decides to confront Taylor personally. She soon discovers that Taylor has ensconced herself inside of a kitschy, 1960s-era oceanfront motel. "How convenient." Tanya muses. "I will dump her body in the sea after I finish kicking her ass. She can swim back to England if she is still alive." The following day Tanya enters Taylor's room at the Seaside Motel with no advance warning. Rather than expressing surprise or indignation Taylor calmly eyes her uninvited visitor and says: "Prepare for the most brutal defeat of your lifetime, you worn-out, old, has-been fighter. No country - not even a primitive third world nation - will accept you within its borders when I am finished with you!" The city of Los Angeles cannot contain both of these women. By the end of the afternoon one of them, bruised and demoralized beyond recognition, will be departing from the Western Hemisphere on a hastily booked international flight..

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2011-12-02T23:15:00.000-08:00

2011-11-18T14:28:00.001-08:00

Urban explorers Kymberly Jane and Tanya Danielle enjoy prowling through the dark alleyways and abandoned buildings of Los Angeles. On a quiet Saturday morning the women drive to 1246 Hope Street, site of the now-defunct Morrison Hotel. Upon arrival Kymberly asks Tanya if she recognizes the place. Tanya shakes her head slowly as she gazes at the large, vacant structure. “I don’t recognize it but I feel like I should. This building has some kind of strange energy which makes me want to discover its secrets.” A man saunters past them on the sidewalk. He raps twice on the main entrance to 1246 Hope and then proceeds on his way. Tanya stares at him as he vanishes into the distance. “What was that about?” she wonders aloud. “Why was he banging on the doors?” Her questions hang in the air. “The doors?” Kymberly finally says. “Yes.” Tanya replies as she gestures at the decayed threshold of the hotel. “Those doors. Didn’t you just see that? That man just pounded twice on the doors.” Once again her words fail to provoke an immediate response from Kymberly. As they continue to survey the property a slight breeze ruffles the women’s long hair and causes Tanya to shiver involuntarily. All of a sudden she exclaims: “The Doors! Now I see why you brought me here. This is where Jim Morrison and The Doors shot the 1970 album photos for Morrison Hotel!” Kymberly merely laughs and the two friends step onto the curb and prepare to find an unsecured portion of the building through which they can force an entry. Unbeknownst to them a man is watching their every move through the cracked, dusty window panes of room 306. He idly rearranges lengths of white rope and a wide assortment of gags as he tracks their progress around the block. The two women will be visiting the Morrison Hotel for a much longer span of time than either of them had intended..

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2011-06-02T02:47:00.001-07:00

In Memory of Chairman Andy

2011-05-31T22:47:00.000-07:00

In Memory of Chairman Andy (July 20, 1972 - May 21, 2011)

Last Saturday I was sitting inside a restaurant as I ate some breakfast and wrote a synopsis for a video that I planned to release in my VOD store within a few days. I chuckled to myself as I scribbled words onto a pad, already anticipating the reaction of Chairman Andy of the WTB when he read them. He had commissioned the filming of a boxing match between Nicole Oring and me and I was attempting to infuse the video description with a bit of humor. The restaurant was beginning to fill up around 10am so I finished my writing, paid my bill, and headed toward the beach. While I was spreading out a towel on the sand I heard my phone ring. Fifteen minutes later I remembered that someone had called me so I checked to see if I had any messages. I was gazing at the ocean when I heard my friend Bob's voice telling me that Chairman Andy had died. The waves rolled onto the shoreline and then rolled back out. I stared at this force of nature as it repeated itself a few more times. The sun beat down on me and I vaguely noticed the sounds of other beachgoers who were enjoying this beautiful California day. For a few long moments I did nothing, felt nothing. Time seemed to stand still even though that sounds a bit corny. Eventually I replayed Bob's message. Then I played it again. After hearing it for the third time I disconnected the line and put the phone back in my bag. I felt surprisingly calm. The ocean rolled, the sun shone, and I planted the soles of my feet on the ground so I could sift the sand between my toes. Over the next few hours my thoughts did not stray far from Andy. The beach is a magical place for me and I felt glad that I was visiting the one locale that always reminds me that we humans are simply a part of a greater plan. I found myself clinging to a small ray of hope that perhaps Andy had not really passed on. Bob would never knowingly relay erroneous information, but maybe he had come across some type of twisted Internet rumor that had no basis in truth. I soaked in the sunshine and decided to wait until I got home to call Bob. After returning to my apartment I dialed his number and discovered that Andy had indeed died on May 21, 2011.

Over the past 8 years Andy and I had corresponded via the bulletin board on my website and/or with e-mails on a weekly, if not daily, basis. Now I knew why he had fallen silent for a longer period of time than normal. Like all of Andy's other friends I wonder why Andy had to depart our world so soon. I will miss his pithy insights and his razor-sharp wit. He just cracked me up. We laughed at a lot of the same things. I remember writing about my experience with The Most Miserable Woman in Los Angeles a few months ago. Andy totally understood my sentiments. That woman was 220 lbs. of malice packed onto a 5'2 frame. She was working inside the Cashier’s Office of Department 141 at the Los Angeles Superior Courthouse when I had shown up there to pay a fine. I felt glad that a plexiglass shield separated me from the vitriol that spewed from her mouth as she lit into me for bringing the wrong paperwork. Funny, she did accept my paperwork at the end of her rant. Turns out that she really had no choice. In fact, she could have simply taken both my documents and my check without commentary and then moved right on to the next person who was waiting in the line that literally went out the door and into the hallway. To me that woman represents the small minority of people who purposely pump hatred into routine, everyday encounters. Kind of like the person who leans full-bore on the horn if it takes you a second to notice that a traffic light has turned green. Kind of like the person who goes into a restaurant and looks for reasons to insult the wait staff. I mention all this because Andy represented the polar opposite of all these tortured souls. He did his best to make everyone happy. Andy was one of the kindest, most generous, thoughtful people that I have ever met. He expressed his warmth to anyone who chose to offer a greeting, have a casual conversation, or write a message to him. Additionally, he had the ability to make me laugh out loud when I was sitting alone inside my living room. I have pages upon pages of posts on my website bulletin board that reveal both his caring nature and his irreverent sense of humor. Over the past few days I have laughed and cried as I reread many of them. Andy's death has compelled me to pore over his words and then reflect more upon his character than I had ever done during his life. In the wake of his passing I feel, as always, very connected to the benign power of the universe, to this nearly unimaginable force that creates the ocean tides, presides over countless births and deaths, and governs our actions. From my perspective Andy seemed to lack hubris. He was a sweet, humble soul - albeit an extremely intelligent, sarcastic one - who just hoped that people would return the kindness that he extended to them. That takes a lot of strength and at times it can be a very hard way to live. I do not know where Andy is right now, but I believe that the universe has ushered him forth to a better place.

Andy, I feel the tears in my eyes as I write this. From 2003 - 2011 you and I both experienced the deaths of numerous of our loved ones. We had ample opportunity to discuss our opinions about the so-called "afterlife". I never thought that you would go there so quickly, my friend. Stacy, Hollywood, and I are just in utter shock. Numerous members of my website have expressed both their sorrow and their desire to help me however possible as I come to terms with your passing. Many have commented on the nature of the special bond that you and I shared. Your blithe spirit and benevolent nature have touched so many people. I will make every effort to carry on your legacy of treating others with compassion and respect. You changed my life, Andy, by filling so many of my days with fun, laughter, and the generosity of your spirit. Thank you. You are in my heart and in my soul.

Andy, Stacy Burke, Hollywood, and I shot the above photos during Andy's last visit to Los Angeles in November, 2010.

XO Tanya

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Blonde Fury

2010-06-27T16:56:00.001-07:00

This past weekend two WTB fighters participated in an unsanctioned event. With a referee on hand the boxers in question, Kristal Summers (1-2) and Tanya Danielle (20-0), unleashed their fury upon one another. Many have speculated that a long-simmering resentment between the two women was the impetus behind this emotionally charged bout. Some go as far as to say that Kristal and Tanya, despite Kristal's relative inexperience in the boxing realm, have been archrivals both in and out of the ring for years. Whatever the case may be, blonde hair and fists were flying on June 25, 2010 when the two fighters clashed for the second time in their careers. Join TanyaDanielle.com to see the shocking photo galleries of the event. The video of their entire fight will be available for download at DeviantDownloads.com in July!

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2010-04-29T15:55:00.001-07:00

This past April members of TanyaDanielle.com heard all about my dear friend Jon's health problems and subsequent heart transplant. They also learned of my brief stay in the slammer over the weekend of April 23. I am happy to report that Jon is doing well and that I have retained a good lawyer to help me with my legal issues. Also, I am planning to make a movie about my experiences in jail - it will be sort of like the 1974 classic Caged Heat. Just kidding. Joking aside, I am expecting to have a wonderful month in May. Remember that old saying "April showers bring May flowers"? I believe it is true. Today I am adding the brand new May Flowers gallery to my Members' Area. Come check it out!

XO Tanya

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Confession Time

2010-03-29T20:49:00.001-07:00

For the past five years I have been living a lie. All the updates I have made to my site within this time frame are comprised of material I shot prior to 2005. Oh yes, in the text accompanying many of the galleries I would often make reference to having shot the footage "last week", "yesterday", or "two months ago", but that was just to maintain the pretense that the photos and videos were fresh and new. Honestly, I have not weighed less than 180 lbs. since 2004. Finally I am ready to admit the truth to all of you loyal members because I know in my heart that you will accept me and love me no matter what dress size that I happen to be wearing.

Now that I am a BBW (big, beautiful woman) I celebrate my rapacious appetite for both food and sex. In the photos above you can see a recent shot of me whipping up a meal in my kitchen along with a sexy pic of me playing with one of my boy toys. Just for fun I have also included an ancient photo of myself in which I am dressed for a workout. Hooboy, am I ever glad those days are gone. No more worrying about diet and exercise for me.

This is an exciting era for TanyaDanielle.com. I very much look forward to showing off my new look and reaching for the stars!! Thank you so much, my dear fans, for being a part of this magical journey.

XO Tanya

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2009-10-12T09:17:00.001-07:00

Marge Simpson is seen on the cover of the November issue of Playboy magazine in this handout released to Reuters on October 9, 2009.

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2009-07-09T14:23:00.000-07:00

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2008-08-30T05:50:00.000-07:00

Victoria Valentino

2008-08-28T17:01:00.001-07:00

"With measurements of 36DD-25-36 and at 5'-3" tall, Victoria Valentino is the MILF of every man's dream. Not only is she pretty but has a killer smoking body and knows how to use it. She's just one example of the thousands of pornstars and their hardcore movies available at pornstarxs.com."

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XO Tanya

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Lela Star

2008-08-28T16:54:00.000-07:00

"She's a smoldering natural latina with measurements of 34C-25-32 and at 5'-1" tall. What makes Lela Star so hot is she's soft to the touch but has a tight little butt. She's just one example of the thousands of pornstars and their hardcore movies available at pornstarxs.com."

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XO Tanya

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