He said: come and join me for a weekend in my little villa on Lake Como.

A car was waiting for me outside Milano Malpensa airport. An hour later, the driver dropped me off at the Como Yacht Club.

From there, a speedboat took me to Villa Capriccio.

I had arrived. As my journey had been meticulously orchestrated, I was surprised that nobody came to welcome me.

Intrigued, and seeing the size of the villa, I decided to give him a call. There was no answer. I left my luggage in the hallway and set off to find him.

In front of a pool decorated with sculptures, a table and a few chairs. A cigarette was still smoking in the ashtray.

It's weird. I made my way upstairs, taking the time to admire the works of art.

When I got upstairs, I called again. There was no answer. So I started poking around.

On a sideboard in the corridor, I discovered a bunch of photos from a photo booth. No doubt about it, this is his house, and this is the right villa! I resumed my search.

In his office, I saw the book on the pink Dildo, and a photo of our holiday in the Seychelles. This man has good taste.

In the adjoining living room, another... cigarette was smoking in an ashtray. And there was a fire in the fireplace. It was strange.

I continued my research: the table is set for 12 guests. And I still haven't met any household staff!

In the kitchen, I heated up a bowl of soup I'd found in the fridge.

Further on, a concert hall. I played a Rachmaninov overture, hoping to see someone arrive, but to no avail.

Slightly annoyed, I went up to the second floor. I called again...

Another office. OMG, last year's photo shoot! He must really have a crush on me...

A little further on, I arrive in his private rooms... It's always an interesting time. So cute! He's hanging up the painting I gave him for his birthday!

I look for clues in his room. A book catches my eye: ‘Up in the sky’. Hidden message?

In the centre of the room, a sofa and a coffee table. And a fire in the fireplace... Pensive, I text him.

I went out onto the balcony, calling at the top of my voice Anybody home? Not a sound, apart from the distant trickle from the fountain.

Tired of searching, I went into the bathroom. Everything indicated that he was at home, right down to the toothbrush.

I ran a bath, a bit of rest was welcome; I'll continue my research after I've had some sleep.

I'd been asleep for a while when a sexy female voice woke me up: ‘Battery low. Switching to low power mode’.

I sat up, suddenly realising: on my phone, Siri is talking in a male voice!

I found his phone under the bed and started to worry: normally, he always has it with him!

I resumed my search, determined to turn the house upside down if necessary, and headed for the gardens.

Nobody here...

Empty here…

I searched the gardens until dawn. What an idea to have created such a labyrinth!

Out of breath, I ran down a flight of stairs to the beach.

When I arrived, I suddenly understood everything. I'd arrived just in time!

I rushed over, ripping off my shirt to free my secret weapons.

The confrontation was brief and merciless. They had no chance of escape.

I freed my friend and his staff, who were all really shocked.

We headed back to the villa.

Once upstairs, we began with a round of strong coffees washed down with the estate's grappa, a form of debriefing that I particularly recommend.

When my grappa treatment didn't produce the desired results, I took him to the bathroom and immersed him in a hot bath.

The bath seemed to do him good. Relieved, I made faces at her in the mirror.

I'd finally found him and we had hours to catch up on. I pushed him into bed. He fell asleep instantly.

I tried caresses. Soft words. The licks. I even put an ice cube in the small of his back. It was no use, the man slept on, unperturbed.

Resigned, I spent the rest of the night thinking about alien invasions, the firmness of his buttocks and our next holiday.

I had appointments later that day. With one last loving look, I left the room.

Luckily I'd kept the speedboat driver's phone and asked him to come and pick me up.

I'll be back to spend a few days at Villa Capriccio. But this time, we'll arrive together.

This story was shot in the impressive Villa Capriccio, in Majesterium, in Second Life.