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Tanya loved meeting men. Fat, bold, tall, short, hairy and with a beard, pale and skinny, small and thin, men with
big ears and small feet, men who were shy and childlike, men who smoked cuban cigars and drank martinis or ones
who wore suits and settled for cheap beer and ones who were vegetarian and allergic to blue flavoring in cakes.
Tanya loved men of any kind. That certainly did not make her a promiscuous type in any way but extremely selective
and choosy about the type of male she wanted. Tanya had a very clear image of her perfect man and had come to terms
with the fact that she could never settle for anyone who did not satisfy her very demanding criteria. She had to
find her perfect type.
She would get dressed, apply her favorite perfume and go out on a quest to find her perfect match, hoping deep
down that he would be the one. Always approaching the date with enthusiasm and liveliness, Tanya would devise a
concrete plan of how she would handle a man on a first date, depending on the way he turned out to be. Sometimes
when Tanya liked men, feeling attracted to them she would lift up her skirt and smile seductively until the male
in focus drew closer to her, and she could feel him loosing his breath, his hands shaking slightly, he would reach
out to touch her hand, wanting to feel her thigh and run his fingers under her blouse to get a sense of her very
feminine physique. If there was a spark inside her, she would let it go, she would let him touch her and explore
her body throughout, she loved the sensation of a touch, his mouth on her skin, sucking on her leg, licking and
tasting her nipples. It was freedom, she felt the physical pleasure taking over her, even if she did not care for
the man, she would just take off with him and rock back and forth until they both came in a wild unison of sensations
that shook and shattered their bodies as they joined and separated.
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