On 11/11/10, Barrett Brown <
barriticus@gmail.com> wrote:
> These are beautiful. I love you.
>
> 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
>>>> >
>>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> --
>>> Regards,
>>>
>>> Barrett Brown
>>> 512-560-2302
>>>
>>
>>
>
>
> --
> Regards,
>
> Barrett Brown
> 512-560-2302
>