For those of you who may have doubted it, let me be quite clear; there are few things in life that I adore more than the rigid Phallus of an Italian buried deep within my person.
Due to the stunning beauty of its magnificent countryside, the mouth-watering deliciousness of its food, and the sheer abundance of well-endowed and sexually frustrated young farmers and manual laborers willing to pleasure a woman of advancing years, it is no surprise that Italy often appears on my international travel itinerary.
As many of you may be aware, I enjoy being serviced by young men who are willing to lose themselves to an experienced older woman. There are young men in abundance who fit this description in La Bella Italia. On my last visit to Florence, I stayed in a delightful little farmhouse in the Comune di Cerreto Guidi, a deliciously picturesque municipality located 30 km west of Florence. One of my dearest friends, Fabressa, a native of the area, arranged for nightly visits by many of the young men of the local village. Furtive knocks on my farmhouse door often gave way to energetic and urgent thrusts of a young and religiously erect Italian Phallus. I do love a young Italian Phallus, it must be said.
I was reminded of my penchant for Italian Phalli recently when I opened my little email box to find a lovely missive from the ever delightful, ever enchanting
Carlo, our 39 year old Phallic Patron from the Lombardy Region of Northern Italy. For those of you who may not remember Carlo, perhaps an aide-mémoire would be helpful. Here are a few photographs of dear Carlo and his mouth-watering Italian Missive.


I have touched myself on innumerable occasions, imagining all the while how it might feel to take Carlo's Italian Phallus gently into my mouth and milk it with my lips and tongue. It wets me to imagine such deliciousness. Carlo has been kind enough to send Mrs. Candy several more photographs of his Phallus and, to my delight, a number of photographs of his bottom. My second favorite dish in Italy after the Italian Phallus is, as you may have guessed, the Italian Anus. I could hibernate for an entire winter in Carlos' Italian bottom.
Although he has not seen fit to open up and let us transition to a view of his anus proper, I am sure it is pert, pink, and ever so inviting. One can only imagine - unless of course we are able to convince dear Carlo to spread those Cheeks of Lombardy for our naughty viewing pleasure. We are bad, it must be said. However, it is the small joys in life for which we live is it not, my dears? Yes, I do believe it is. If you wish to encourage Carlo to show us more, please leave a comment. Carlo is a real delight and, if I am not mistaken, might be willing to consider photographic requests from readers of The Perfect Phallus.
Without further ado, let us examine Carlo's latest offerings to Mrs. Candy and her ever growing bevy of filthy readers. Please click on the images if you wish to see them close up. It is worth it, I can assure you. Getting close and personal with Carlo and his Italian assets is an utter pleasure, one which is guaranteed to facilitate a pleasurable stirring in one's loins.





Seven inches of thick, virile Italian Phallus, a delicious hairy torso, a wonderfully succulent bottom, and a full and proper Phallic Garden. Honestly, my dears, together with wine, delicious food and a little music, what more could one ask for to bring one joy on this earthly plain.
For those of you who may wish to contact Carlo directly, you may do so by
sending him an email. I am certain he would enjoy hearing from should you be moved by his Phallus to write in appreciation.
Update - April 25th, 2008Carlo is such a giving soul. He has graciously listened to the calls for a more full and frank disclosure of the beauty that lies between the peachy cheeks of his lovely Italian bottom. The beauty of Carlo's Lombardy Sphincter is now revealed to us.
It is more delicious than I had previously imagined. It is hairy and frightfully manly in its aspect. Yet, in the same breath, it is sweet and feminine in its pinkish softness. It calls out for the wetness of my tongue and perhaps the collective tongues of our readers. How many of you would like to love Carlo's sphincter with your mouth? Dare I say, hundreds of you might need little convincing to dive right in and give Carlo's manly anus a little loving, something the anus of every man deserves and needs. For those male readers among you who have had yet to experience the pleasures of having your anus bathed by a warm and willing mouth, I suggest you try it tout d'suite. Once tried, turning back is not an option.
Click the image for a more intimate view
Lick the screen if you wishThank you, my dear Carlo, for graciously opening your beautiful anus for our viewing pleasure. It is a delight for us all. We are complete.