Book: Mrs. Raven

Dan loved chernyavenky.
And the rest, too.
And blonde - very much.
Dan loved all women, especially those whose thighs reminded him of universal happiness for men. Those whose dimples on the back became a little deeper, if a little pressure on the buttocks, and drove me crazy. Those whose delicate skin seemed to light a sheet of cool myrasysla silk. And when his calloused fingers gently touched her slightly scratching - Dan knew for certain was that women went crazy.