"Love is For Sharing" details their true-life adventures as, hand-in-hand, this middle-aged couple courageously embark on an outrageous profession as Sexual Surrogates.

Featured Book: Love is For Sharing

Our Ten Year Flight on the Wings of Sexual Surrogacy

Love is For Sharing

Love is For Sharing stands alone as the erotic biography for adventurous couples.

In a captivating blend of erotica, tragedy and humor, Rod and Anita describe the survival of heartbreak with graphic emphasis on their ten-year odyssey as sexual surrogates. “This book is a masterfully woven must-read for all striving to escape sexual stereotyping.”

The death of their only child forced a loving couple to abandon all sense of their conservative life and open to the world in ways they had never imagined. Contrasting true-life sexual anecdotes with the soul defining effects of loss, Videos & More →

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Sexual Intellect Shines in The Afterglow of Orgasm

Sexual Intellect Shines in The Afterglow of Orgasm

Sexual Afterglow: That deliciously-exposed, lingering mood that separates the men from the boys, the women from the girls. Afterglow brings out the pure essence of human sexual bonding. The artistry of sharing togetherness after both lovers have reached the peak, la petite morte, the little death, the ecstasy that joins body, mind and spirit: Both Lovers.

Foreplay is great but afterglow is better. Read More →

United by The Sameness of Difference

United by The Sameness of Difference

Our difference attracted us. Not the difference between ourselves, but the way we are both different from persistent, flourishing stereotypes.

gender stereotypes will forever cage the emotional joy of the sexual stage

The notion that the female is emotionally weaker than the male is perhaps the most ridiculous and the most relationship-destructive of all modern attitudes. The inherent strength of motherhood makes masculine bravado seem like a pompous courtship ritual. Puffed up chests full of hot air are fine for male turkeys not humans. Such gender silliness serves no one in the mating game that can, potentially, produce an enduring love that will expand sexuality far beyond all masturbatory fantasies of youth.

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Addictions Provide The Fuel For Love

Addictions Provide The Fuel For Love

I readily admit I am an addict. Addictions define our humanity, not by a sense of fear-based compulsion but by the incredible desire to service the addictive qualities of joy. Call joy what you wish: Rapture, rhapsody, ecstasy or bliss. With true joy comes an indescribable communion of body and spirit that once experienced makes us constantly reach far beyond a desire to merely survive with mundane happy smiles. Words cannot mimic the experience. IRead More →

If I Don’t Get Lost Today No One Will Search For Me Tomorrow: Addiction Beckons

If I Don’t Get Lost Today No One Will Search For Me Tomorrow: Addiction Beckons

I was lost when I met Anita.

My father’s battle with cancer had captured, shadowed and imprisoned my youth. Three-years before I was flying high from high school graduation: vibrant, attractive, lean, with a flare for bodybuilding and boxing and desperate to leave home when Dad, literally, collapsed under the prognostic-doom of his cancer diagnosis. Three-years later I was fat, emotionally defeated and on a three-day train trip across Canada to attend college. For three days and nights I sat and stared out a train window at the desperate and the lonely.Read More →

Edging on Appetite’s Ecstasy

Edging on Appetite’s Ecstasy

Dance the rim of the volcano for as long you can before you plunge to the flames and joy melts into heavenly ash

Edging on orgasmic ecstasy is a talent I honed as a child reveling in the mystical world of puberty as I lounged in the shade of an apple tree. Towering high on the hills above their home the topmost trees of my grandparent’s apple orchard provided a lonely, secluded place for a 12-year-old boy. Row after row of huge apple trees formed tunnels of green that shaded me from the burning summer sun and prying eyes. Read More →

Is it the Food that I Love or the Self that I Hate?

Is it the Food that I Love or the Self that I Hate?

For me it was not an uncontrollable love of food that made me fat. Truthfully, it was the only time in my life when I hated food. But at 21 I was fat and the fatter I got the more I ate. Eating was a divergence from the helplessness, the longing I felt after three-years of watching my father fade away and die. Food filled the emptiness of living as if my life was controlled by an ancient human survival mechanism that originated when hunting and gathering was the essence of life and a full stomach meant success. As if satisfying that primal urge was connected to an emotional peace as the cancer that ate my father devoured his small family’s world.

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