Review: Kianna Dior

General Details

I first fell for Kianna about 15 years ago, when I saw her in a solo tape that was one of those accidental porn masterpieces: the beautiful woman, alone, inflaming herself to a pitch of frenzy with fingers and imagination. I must have visited it a dozen times over the years. I still have it. (I just don't have a VHS player anymore!) I knew she occasionally allowed friends to visit in LA and I thought hard about it when business took my out there, but somehow never came up with the time or the money (a tryst is not cheap) or the will (she is an intimidating reality). But when I saw she was coming to DC I thought: Man, if you don't do this, you'll regret it the rest of your life. So I emailed and was surprised at how easy the transaction was. She emailed back, I flirted, she flirted, we agreed on time and place, and on that day she gave me her cell number. I even found on-street parking on a crowded DC avenue. Just that simply, I knocked on the door, anxious to complete a trifecta I had long dreamed of: the unassisted triple play of loving a woman first on screen, then on the memory's screen and finally on the screen of her real flesh.