For my money, Honey Wilder is the sexiest lady in adult films.

She doesn’t have the sullen, goddess beauty of Bridgette Monet, the ravishing perfection of Hyapatia Lee, the bountiful lustiness of Anna Ventura or the not-so-innocent little girl girliness of the late Shauna Grant.  No, Miss Wilder has something much more unique than the Superstar Starlets of Adult Movies: a special sort of feistiness and charm.

Older than the aforementioned Aphrodites, Honey’s no slouch in the looks department either: reddish-brown permed hair, a soft-toned voluptuous body and an adorable, cutesy-pie face is just fine with me.

But her personality on the screen – and I can truly believe she’s the same when when not in front of a camera – is downright irresistible.  A real person, the kind you’d like to spend an evening or weekend or lifetime with.  At least I would.

Before I start soliciting for members of the Honey Wilder Fan Club, let me say that on many occasions she’s turned the most mundane movies into something out-of-the-ordinary.  And she does the same in Private Moments, a potentially lackluster piece of porn made memorable by Honey’s heroic horniness.

She plays the wife of horny attorney Herschel Savage. They’re discussing the law profession over dinner with two other couples, Laura Lazarre and Jon Martin, and Janney Robbins and Eric Edwards.  Lo and behold, the wives begin fantasizing, and their steamy thoughts miraculously come to life.

Not much of a plot, but when this sort is handled well, as in last year’s Hot Dreams and Satisfactions, things can get quite arousing.  And they do here, as veteran shot-caller Robert McCallum (Private Teacher, Suzie Superstar) lets his attractive cast take over for a series of sexquences which range from just diverting to downright volcanic.

One of the best scenes features lithesome Janney Robbins taking on two studs in the back of an adult bookstore.  Nibbling, tongue-circling, worshipping and dribbling on their manhood, Janney proves to be an oral expert par excellence.

However, it’s the Tom Byron-Honey Wilder encounter that stands as the greatest private moment of them all, an unpretentious, hot-as-a-firecracker coupling between a young, well-endowed jogger and a lip-smacking older woman.  The sex turns to passion and you can feel the heat, while Wilder coos in ecstasy.

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