ABOUT ME
I am a writer with a background in environmental science. I live in the beautiful city of
I write in many genres, non-fiction, poetry, essays, short stories, biography and historical biography, and erotic fiction. I have written seven books which are listed at the bottom. This blog, however, is only about erotic fiction and I have posted excerpts, extracts from reviews, and that cover blurb of my two books in this genre.
THE GIRL WITH ORGASMIC EARS
(For release by Whiskey Creek Press torrid March 1st)
If your relationship is flagging just a little bit, perhaps you should sign up for a trek right now. You should certainly read the book!
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, and 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.”
Review extract
TIME IS CIRCULAR
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 meets Dinny, that is. They both discover there is more to sex than lust. It takes their combined resources, however, to rescue his kid sister, Nicole, who is to be the 'engine room' for a million-dollar embryo production line. Fortunately, Nicole has resources of her own, which lead 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.
Extract
She led him to the bedroom, easing him out of clothes on the way. By the time they got there, with a few cuddles on the way, James was a massive erection in a pair of shoes. She went down on her knees in front of him but it wasn't to undo the laces. She almost had him coming in her throat. She had what he called an Italian figure. Beautifully proportioned curves, well-filled, not too much of anything, and flawless skin. High cheekbones and a Roman nose. And eyelashes that should have been forbidden.
She shed his shoes and drew him down on the bed. Then he had his way with her. He started with her ear lobes and to his amazement, she came there and then. "How did you know how to do that?" she asked, once the spasm passed.
He tried to take it slowly as he kissed his way down her body. Lips, nips, more lips again. Her legs fell apart -- wide apart, so he could see her glistening, and her clitoris quivering as it waited for his kiss. God she tasted good. Crisp and clean, with a trace of tangerine. He did some exploring with his finger, hoping for the G spot. He may have found it, for he sensed she was coming again, when she reached for his hair to pull him up and onto her. "Fuck me now," she moaned. “Oh fuck me now. Please." In the circumstances, it was difficult to refuse. She shuddered as he slipped in slowly and deep. Her cunt was alive with ripples of desire. This wasn't just another fuck; this was coming home. He settled into a gentle Tantric rhythm. Her harmonic response grew to meet him as he struggled not to lose the plot, but it was her, not him, who broke the rhythm. "Oh God, I'm coming, Darling, fuck me quickly, fuck me, fuck me, I can't wait any longer." He'd heard neighbours muted voices earlier; they would be getting an earful now. He hoped she wouldn't like the baby, but "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me hard, make a baby, oh, oh, yee ow." there was no way he was in -- just turn now. He couldn't hold back any longer, he was pumping hard while he was being drained of every sperm he ever had. Who was fucking who? There was no distinction now.
Review extract
Because there are so many critical people in this story, I cannot detail them all here, but Graham Bishop creates authentically crisp characters that stay with me afterwards. He keeps the psychiatric jargon simple, allowing fluidity in following the story. What makes this story erotic is the sexual entanglements of James, Rona and other secondary characters. James’ loving relationships are simple romantic interludes, while Rona enters into immediate gratification encounters to slake her uncontrolled sexuality. Whereas, Drew’s peeping-tom activities cause him to land in more trouble than he could handle.
An extremely in-depth and unusual erotic saga, Time Is Circular contains every day love entanglements, filled with murder, deceit, erotic sex, and the making of super babies. This is not a leisure read, but a story that I can sink my teeth into, which stimulates deeper thought and focus. It’s like a Tom Clancy suspense novel, with Jaid Black dropping steamy erotic quips here and there. Time Is Circular lightly captures my interest from the beginning, only to engage my curiosity as it moves torridly forward, but a story worth reading again.
BITS AND PIECES
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
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
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
OTHER BOOKS BY GRAHAM BISHOP
(Available as hard copy only)
THE MOUNT ASPIRING REGION, 68 p. 21 figs 1 map. N.Z. Alpine Club
THE
VANISHING ICE - an introduction to glaciers 56p. John McIndoe Ltd.
FROM SEA TO SILVERPEAKS. A guide to the walking tracks, beaches, viewpoints, and special attractions of
POLES APART An autobiographical assemblage of poetry and prose. 144p. Steele Roberts Ltd.
THE REAL McKAY
The biography of a remarkable self taught man, Alexander McKay (1841-1917)
In press, Otago University Press.
LOOK BACK WITH PLEASURE (in preparation)
The formative influence of physical environment
The GUINEA PIG SCENARIO
( novel, In preparation)
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