Re: I am all alone and may die of aloneness very soon.

On Thu, Nov 11, 2010 at 10:39 AM, emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com <emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> wrote:

The Barrett and Emma Fuck Fest is continually playing in the movie theatre in the back of my mind. We have been fucking for days, Barrett, weeks. You've had your hard cock inside me since I first knew about you. You're mind and your body take up all the space in my dreams. You fill my waking hours, I'm connected to you and when you want me I feel it. I'll be washing my hair, or walking or in the tea shop and I'll suddenly feel extraodinarily turned on. I'll cast my eyes down, allow my thoughts to be enveloped by the Fuck movie playing in the background and feel you thrusting into me, me holding onto you, loving it, wanting to be so close that we are actually siblings, I am part of your blood in these moments. We are connected.

On Thu, Nov 11, 2010 at 7:27 AM, Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com> wrote:
Every now and then I suddenly realize I'm hard because I've been thinking about humping your tits without even realizing I was thinking about it.

On Wed, Nov 10, 2010 at 6:03 PM, emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com <emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> wrote:

I'm having difficulty breathing deeply enough to satisfy my longing
for you. You make me catch my breath and I forget to breath. That
first bit doesn't even make sense. What I mean is I can't breath
because you take my breath away when I think of you thinking these
things in your brilliant mind and not only that but thinking them
about me. Emma. It's all too marvelous for words. I think I am the
luckiest woman who ever lived because I got to be alive at the same
time as you in an age when this was made possible and the chances of
me finding you were tiny but I did. I could almost believe in God.

On 11/10/10, Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com> wrote:
> No, I love your e-mails, and I assemble some of the more erotic ones into a
> single file for my perusal. I look forward to the grinding and the mouthing,
> but especially the grinding. Primitive pressing upon. Screams and grunts and
> tongues in ears.
>
> On Wed, Nov 10, 2010 at 5:24 PM, emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com <
> emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>> I can't go outside because its raining.
>>
>> Are you mad with me now? Do you need a *cop* to shout at you to counteract
>> the lovey dovey effect of me which makes you all soulful and deep and
>> fucking GREAT? Because I want to grind on that soulful you.
>>
>> I have known love, Barrett but I have never felt anything remotely close
>> to
>> this. The message from you which I quoted from reads like you wrote it in
>> my
>> blood on my heart. This is a very adult love. Ironic because one of the
>> first things you said to me was that you were still a boy. You're more
>> mature and thoughtful and raw and deep than most *men* I've known. You're
>> everything I imagined a man could be in my dreams and didn't believe he
>> could ever be real.
>>
>
>
>
> --
> Regards,
>
> Barrett Brown
> 512-560-2302
>

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Regards,

Barrett Brown
512-560-2302