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2006-11-24T19:25:00.000-08:00

What they are saying about Time is Circular. 'An extremely in-depth and unusual erotic saga... a story that stimulates deeper thought and focus. Graham Bishop has a wonderful way of writing that paints word pictures in the readers mind. A truly interesting and thought-provoking story.'

2006-08-05T15:42:00.000-07:00

Time is Circular, a erotic novel with a difference is now available fromwww.whiskeycreekpress.com

2006-05-11T16:09:00.000-07:00

Time is Circular
This novel, due for release fromWhiskey Creek Press in August is now available for review.

2006-01-12T10:28:00.000-08:00

SUMMER DOWN UNDER

Do you remember…

when we were castigated by God
for fucking in the rain
on the side of a lonely country road
with the car still running?

only a millimetre of eyebrow raised
Brought us skidding to a stop
Shedding clothes like too-hot
baked potatoes

the hail hurt
laughter adding to the pain
raw and steaming
we headed for the nearest church

It was locked.

2005-12-30T00:35:00.000-08:00

MOONSTRUCK
There was a full moon due. For several nights we had watched it, ever-swelling as it slid up from behind the hills into the clear winter sky, turning the harbour to molten pewter, and lighting up the room so much that even a candle seemed superfluous. Dinny claimed her libido rose with the moon, so she orchestrated the night. She wanted to watch the moon rising with my cock hard inside her. It was not without some complications, because we were almost certain it was going to be the day she ovulated, and although kids were on the agenda, we didn’t want them for several years yet.

She had very clear ideas of what she had in mind however. She wanted to be astride me, so she could watch the moon over my shoulder, and feel my heartbeat in her breasts as they squashed against me. I was to hold her very tight so she could not move until the full circle of the moon was floating in the sky. I was to leave any of her erogenous zones alone, and just concentrate on the two of us, and not do anything to break the spell, or shoot her full of sperm. She promised me the best blowjob ever, bare breasted in the moonlight, once the moon had had its way with her.

As the great golden disc lifted clear of the hill and hung in the sky, flooding the room with soft light and bathing us in its glow, I seated myself on an upright chair and Dinny mounted me. She sucked in a long shuddering breath as her body opened to embrace my already overheated cock and she pushed down on it to the hilt. I held her close and tight in my arms, to prevent her taking over the rise and fall. But then the contractions started, powerful rhythmic squeezes, intensifying, fading, intensifying again. They went on and on. “ Stop it,” I pleaded, “I can’t hold out against that.” “ I can’t help it,” she moaned, “My body is not my own.” Then her voice seemed to change, “Let it go,” she said, “I want your sperm flooding into to me, I want to make a baby, you’ve got to give it to me, please, now.” I pushed her head back to look at her. She seemed to snap out of a trance and looked at me in amazement. “Don’t listen to me darling, that’s not me talking, it’s a lunatic inside me. Oh God, make me come and end this torment.” I felt for a nipple, found an ear lobe with my mouth, nibbled it briefly, then I kissed her, my tongue trying to reach as far inside her mouth as my cock was in her cunt. She came all right, but so did I. Desperately I clamped down on my ejaculation as she rode me like a wild thing. We nearly fell off the chair. It must have been the most comprehensive orgasm ever. Every part of her body, her arms, legs, eyes, mouth, mind, and womb seemed to be involved.

Slowly her panting, heaving body slowed, and normality returned. “Did you come in me?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I replied, “It wasn’t a full-bodied squirt, but I may have leaked a bit. You’re not easy to resist.” She grinned. “ I know,” she said, “the lunatic inside me really wanted everything. It was uncanny. I could hear myself talking but it wasn’t me making the words. I know I have strong biorhythms, but I didn’t imagine anything like that. It was scary in a way, but wonderful as well. Next time we play that game we’ll have to be more careful. The problem is I love it when we can be totally abandoned and totally full on. I like to be completely fucked and full of sperm, and feeling like I’ve just run a marathon.”

2005-12-15T23:05:00.000-08:00

TORRID WRITERS’ CHORUS (R18)*

If you use that word again
you must write it out
one hundred times
with edible body paint
there will be no ice-cream
until you finish

* Originally published as Nun’s Chorus

2005-12-12T19:16:00.000-08:00

Initiation, a poem about as long as the event

At seventeen I was initiated
on the front seat of a Vauxhall car
Well, partly
my feet stuck out the door

2005-12-09T19:21:00.000-08:00

Interesting people have interesting lives and lovers. James Curtis, an environmental scientist working in the Southern Alps of New Zealand is no exception, until he met Dinny, that is, when they both discovered there is more to sex than fucking. It took their combined resources, however, to rescue his kid sister, Nicole, who was to be the engine room for a million dollar embryo production line. Fortunately Nicole had resources of her own, which led to a shocking expose of the corruption existing in a psychiatric unit. Love triumphs over evil, eventually, and the conclusion is as satisfactory as it is unexpected, with more than a few laughs and torrid moments along the way. There is a touch of sadness here and there as well.