* The reality of addiction is darker than any fiction. * “Drinking and drugging provide the height of human experience. It’s the promise of heaven on earth, but the hell that follows is a constant hunger, a cold emptiness.”
Before I read even one story in this ‘reality horror’ anthology – Mark Matthews had me crying so hard that I could barely see. He presents an addiction anthology with compassion, casting no aspersions.
I wan’t to meet Mark Matthews, and give him the tightest hug ever.
“Imagine yourself drowning and being told not to swim to the surface for air.
Obsessions should be so mild.”
I’ll have my full review posted soon – I was going over my notes for this review, and I’m ’emotional’ again…
CHATURBATE: 1: A blend of the words “chat” and “masturbate”. 2: The act of masturbating while chatting online. 3: A website for both of the above. 4: The new extreme horror from Matt Shaw that pushes the boundaries of taste & decency.
They logged in for the show. They didn’t expect to be the star.
Bunni’s webcam site needs a boost in numbers. More viewers, and more tips. But, she already offers it all, doesn’t she? Exhibitionism, role-play, daddy-play…
Then it hits her – people are always looking for harder, and darker. She needs to show her viewers just how hard, and dark she can get! (Once she figures it out, that is!) With the help of one regular viewer, Bunni is preparing to put on a show like she’s never done before. She loses any, and all inhibitions once she finds the right head-space – she might even enjoy this! One thing is for sure… this is going to be a show that her viewers will never forget.
Who Needs A 5 Star Rating? Chaturbate’s Castrations – 5/5 Deadly Dildos
Chaturbate on Broadway!
The upbeat musical that offers a fun, positive outlook on the cam industry.
Coming Soon?‘Matt Shaw Presents: Chaturbate’s Castrations – The Musical’
* I’ll start the Kickstarter page!!
#FF: (I love bizarre sex laws!) I JUST learned that it is a felony to own six or more dildos in the state of Texas!
I’ve always been able to be on international soil in a matter of minutes, (pre 9/11), for an extra-large order of poutine with a can of Pink Crush Cream Soda, and my monthly case of Willy Wonka’s Everlasting HOT Gobstoppers were always in stock. Maybe I started to take you for granted, Windsor. For that, I apologize.
You gave us Bob & Doug McKenzie, Tim Horton’s, Wayne Gretzky, and Kraft dinner! You welcomed me with open arms on my 19th birthday, and said “Have a drink on us, you’re legal here!” Legal prostitution doesn’t interest me, so you said I could show my titties on the street whenever I wanted! (oYo) A #FF that still might come in handy one day… Since legalized marijuana wasn’t my ‘thing’ – you gave me OTC codeine. You STILL don’t tax casino winnings, Canadian bingo is never farther than a ten minute drive, and every birthday girl and bachelorette within 150 miles knows there are wangs-a-plenty waiting at Danny’s!
I’ve tried to come see you, and apologize in person – honest I have! But the door guy said you wouldn’t see me now. Not without a passport. It’s ok, though. He was super polite when he told me. And I have my Loonies and Toonies to comfort me every time I miss you, and I’ll be waving to you from the other side of the river tonight at your fireworks celebration.
Sam and I recently got together to discuss THE DARK SIDE OF RED, and before our conversation veered completely off course, like we knew it would, Sam was able to drop one Hell of a freakin’ bombshell! ♫ ♪ ♬ I know something you don’t know… ♫ ♪ ♬
WARNING! THIS IS A VIOLENT, BLOOD THIRSTY, AND MORALLY REPREHENSIBLE PIECE OF FICTION!
Fifteen years ago, Casey Brown and her college friends did something very, very bad to an innocent girl.
What really happened to poor Mary Blake that night?
There are whispers in the woods that surround that old abandoned house. Urban legends are repeated, and sightings of their usual suspects are sworn on – by a friend of a friend of that guy’s second cousin who knew a dude who swears they saw ‘He/She/It’ one dark, and stormy night. Bloody Mary, the Slit-Mouth Woman, Click Clack, the Slender Man… they aren’t the only boogeymen in those woods… People say that the house is haunted by it’s original owner… The things that Mr. Jones did to his wife and two daughters went way beyond ‘slaughter’ – the depravity of his actions makes the family’s eventual slaughter a blessing.
Now, Casey’s nightmares are invading her waking life. Mary Blake is back, and she’s not alone. Only the truth will set her free.