Tuesday, December 18, 2012

I want you ......

in my bed. 

Whisper in my ears.. 
I want you 

I want you 
in my bed..

Legs tangled..
The scent of us
The sound of us....
Covered , wet ....
Come , I want you in my bed.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Graham Collinson "Back to the Egg"

Graham Collinson "Back to the Egg"
Today at the Vision Albierta Gallery for the opening of Graham Collinson's brand new exhibit "Back To The Egg: An Erotic Exploration" Rumor has it there is a photo of me in this gallery! I'm so excited !! Opens at 4pm SLT.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Colleen's Christmas List !

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl, santa baby
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, a '54 convertible, too, light blue
Well I'll wait up for you, dear, santa baby
So hurry down the chimney tonight, yeah

Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the boys I haven't kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you check off my Christmas list

Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot
I've been an angel all year, santa baby
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa, honey, there's one more thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine, santa honey
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing
A ring
And I don't mean on the phone, santa baby
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Play Me

Four strings, his fingers plucked, his bow caressed, his eyes penetrated me as he played.
So dark and sensual . I stood before him and as he played I loosened my gown and let it fall on the floor at his feet. 

He stood and turned me , his hands forced me between his knees and ran his bow across my flesh. I became his instrument and he played me. My body gave way to his touch and his music flooded my senses. Waves of highs and lows , sadness and pain, joy and tears.
My body responded, small beads of perspiration glistened on my flesh, thighs quivered and legs spread. He caressed my most secret places with his bow, his fingers burned into my flesh.

He laid me down gasping and he slipped away in the dark and I crawled to the cello and caressed it with my flesh, waiting, waiting for him to return.