Irresistibly attracted to uncut men from Oswego, New York, the fabulous Delilah Strong’s one of those women impossible to keep a pair of dry Chinos around.

Her very presence in a room breathes the Clorox of sexual passion and, as such, she levitates one’s thoughts to filthy musings upon the female anatomy. We speak from experience.

A former Blockbuster employee who’s fortunately avoiding the layoffs and mass store closings sure to come, Strong was just starting out in the adult business when we met her on a Quasarman set. That ass…that glorious ass, we thought. Strong’s buttocks filled her dress the way a ripe Genoa salami fills a cheap condom.

Because Delilah’s of Puerto Rican and Sicilian descent, her possessing a stout bottom stands to reason and we could understand how grown men would pay to touch her feet, but that is not the subject of this story.

You take the good with the bad, and some women built like the proverbial brick poophouse often have the vis-a-vis anal tract stench of rotten eggs or bad truck stop coffee. But this wouldn’t be Delilah. Because an ass like hers is expected to smell like a funeral parlor for a Mafia wake – a fusion of sweet Spring Tuscany flowers nestled in a field of garlic and roasted gorgonzola.

When God designed the female posterior, I believe he meant it to be fingered. I believe he meant it to be breached deep with cock hotter than a Wyoming branding iron. I could be wrong, of course, and the good sisters in grade school may have been correct with their dire warnings against pre-marital anal sex. But they weren’t right about much. They swore I’d become a priest.

This of course has nothing to do with Delilah and everything to do with her. Because a butt naked Delilah could swerve any man away from the thoughts of young altar boys and three dollar a bottle sacramental Muscatel.

If you must ask, and you certainly would, these Delilah musings occurred to us when she was brought back into the picture recently. A Tampa-based website www2.tampa.creativeloafing.com did a profile on her www.adultfyi.com/read.php?ID=47179:

In a few short paragraphs we’re brought up to speed with Delilahmania: She’s now married and settled in Tampa, works the pole at 2001 Odyssey; lends her voice to Fisher & Boy’s “Real Sex with the Morning X”; collaborates with NightMoves Magazine for the online show, “The Casting Couch”; tends a website called www.jeanasslovers.com; fills out Stitched Heart Clothing with her notorious curves; and bangs out some fetish projects with Tampa’s RAO Entertainment.

We also learn about her favorite bad stripper movies and you may want to add some of those to your growing collection. A question we would have naturally asked Delilah is whether she enjoys frijoles, unfortunately we didn’t get to do the asking.

By all this, if you were thinking life after porn in Tampa for a beautiful chick includes just, solely, professional wrestling, charter boat nudity, hooking and escorting, you’d obviously be wrong.

No relation to porn legend Samantha Strong, who may or may not be residing in a psycho ward in Northern California this very instant, Delilah got into the business in 2004. Facebook was founded, serial killer Harold Shipman was found hanged in his cell at Wakefield Prison and actor Christopher Reeve went to the golden wheelchair in the sky. All kinds of shit happened.

As did, we’d have to assume, when the late Chico Wang shot Delilah in her first anal scene for something called Un-natural Sex #16. Lest you judge a book by its cover and assume by the title it involved fathers, daughters and farm animals, you’d be wrong. I knew the tragic Chico fairly well but am envious of the bastard because he was the first director to hand Delilah an ass-wipe.

Delilah’s career was also further established when Shane’s World signed her to a non-exclusive contract. For one thing, we’ve never known a performer who, actually, literally, took a pen in hand and signed such a document; plus a non-exclusive contract means you can work for anyone, right? So an announcement like that would be puzzling to say the very least.

Nonetheless, Delilah was named “Ms. College Invasion,” a concept former porn performer Jack Venice perfected when he was convicted of unsolicited carnal knowledge of a couple of coeds in Seattle. We’ll be seeing Jack in about thirty years and be bringing you an update on that story.

Being perhaps more beloved than Oprah, the porn world was aghast when Delilah drama surfaced from an Anabolic porn set helmed by director Mason.

Something about spitting, slapping, a broken toe, a swollen face, extortion, death threats and Delilah allegedly being dropped on her head. In other words, your average gonzo shoot.

Strong contends that performer Joe Rock did the dropping. Immediately, Rock sprang to his own defense with the “she did it to me, too” argument- a very persuasive one at First Degree murder trials.

According to our vast information resources which rival that of the Vatican archives, Strong in the aftermath related she’d been on the set for 13 hours in an abandoned warehouse that had no electricity and no bathrooms. Strong also claimed she had to pee in a bucket all day. Whether you may have caught this or not, Storm had just related the exact events from the infamous St. Valentine’s Day Massacre. And the point being?

With a face apparently puffed up like William Shatner’s, Strong wanted more money for what happened to her.

“I had been hit in my face and stomach and thighs, everywhere, which I knew was going to happen and I was totally fine with,” related Delilah whose quick math told her she needed another $200 [her agent supposedly wanted $2,000] for pain and suffering which, apparently Mason wasn’t enthusiastic about forking over, and reportedly didn’t, though Mason claims she did.

“She was never hung upside down and dropped on her head,” Mason would also say in her own defense. “It just didn’t happen.”

Be that as it may, using porno logic, Storm later remarked why she didn’t sue – she didn’t want people scared to shoot her.

And that, folks, is the hallmark of a professional, a no-snitch trouper, worthy of being named the Adult Cyber Mart Porn Babe of The Week. www.adultcybermart.com/PornPBOW.html