Ah, Paolo. If you follow me on Twitter, you might have read about Paolo. My Italian cabana boy.

Paolo is the name of one of my favourite fantasy men. I don’t really have many fantasy men I created myself. Usually, I fantasize about men I know, men I want to know or hot famous guys like my boyfriends Mika, Ben Barnes, and Jonathan Rhys Myers.

However, Paolo is the first man I ever created to fantasize about, but he was never really a sexual fantasy. Looking back, he was sort of the first submissive guy I ever dug.

Aesthetically, he’s hot. Totally not my usual ‘type’ either. He’s tall, but not too tall. Tan, but not too tan, muscular, but not too muscular…he’s all sorts of perfect.

He’s got a great accent of course, and speaks Italian to me. He never wears a shirt, or shoes. Just tight jeans, or shorts.

He fans me with palm fronds when it’s hot. He feeds me strawberries, and brings me pomegranate margaritas. He gives unbelievable back massages, and rubs my feet. Sometimes, he even gives me pedicures.

He spends lots of time kneeling. Why wouldn’t he? It looks good.

Of course, he can fuck like a dream, and he’s got a great cock. (Hey, he’s my fantasy!) I just have so many other uses for him!

He’s a fun fantasy, because Paolo is all about me, and what I want and what I feel like doing. I don’t have to do anything I don’t feel up to. Hell, sometimes he fucks his own ass for me while I watch and eat melon he just cut up!

Is there anything hotter than a man fucking his own ass for your entertainment? Not much.

He gets dressed up sometimes too. I like these, mostly. I don’t put him in much else. Chains and jeans, or just the jeans. Yum yum yum.

I have other fantasy men for the outfits. There’s the Greco-Roman fantasy, cowboy fantasy, naked harem boy, Sebastian’s red leather pants fantasy…I could go on, but a girl needs some secrets. :)

But Paolo, ah, he was the first. He’s the most fun. The sexiest. Hell, he’s the only one with a name!