#abandoned thoughts

[jamieflemingsimpson]

Poster from an exhibition that hasn’t happened - part two

[jamieflemingsimpson]

Poster from an exhibition that hasn’t happened - part one

[jamieflemingsimpson]

Beyond Photography - Creative Hub - INTERVIEWED JAMIE SIMPSON

Jamie Simpson feature for Beyond photography on the signification of image and text, investigating themes as nostalgia, memory, absence and identity.

Here’s an interview and feature on my Abandoned Thoughts series from Beyond Photography

[abandonedtoy]

Would you welcome tribute pics?

To generalise for brevity: On the proviso that I will NOT respond to such things, I don't dissuade people from sharing them, I suppose

[abandonedtoy]

Tell us a fantasy of yours ?

My fantasies are specific to the people about which I am fantasising but I can share one that recently came to light - understanding that this is not a fantasy I have in general, but that would involve fewer than a handful of people in the entire universe. I want to be used. I want to be used for entertainment, gratification, amusement, enjoyment ... by someone who wants to learn every nuance of my verbal and body languages

by someone who wants to torment me with my own pleasure, my own need, my own orgasms

by someone who will learn when to ignore my pleas of "stop"

by someone who will not be swayed by my ability to revert attention back to them, back to where I'm comfortable ... actively serving, actively giving - not receiving - pleasure

by someone who will not only take from me what they want, but who will also rend from me what they know I need ... what I will not, what I cannot, bring myself to even acknowledge about myself, let alone ask for

I want to be used by someone who derives genuine pleasure themselves from forcing me to let go, to surrender the parts of myself that I clutch so tightly to myself that no one has ever seen them

I want to be used by someone who enjoys forcing that surrender, that release ... someone who relishes being the one person to bring me pleasure like no one ever has.

[abandonedtoy]

If you were to give someone a special advent calendar of a deeply sexual / erotic / sensual / pleasure filled nature what would be behind todays door? I feel like this is a cruelly underdeveloped angle of advent calendars!

Hrm - I don't think I can answer this satisfactorily for you because I genuinely don't generalise. Everything I do in a sexual / erotic / sensual / pleasure-filled manner is person-specific. Hell, even the entirely platonic and vanilla things I do for the people I care about are wholly bespoke to them and my relation with and to them.

Come off Anon/message me privately and I could provide details but I'm not all-purpose, not all-access to anyone who isn't worthy and Anons aren't worthy. I mean, even if I don't yet know if you're worthy of that level of detail or attention, I would at least have to know some basics about you before I could even begin to consider generalisations. I agree it's definitely underdeveloped but I would do it for the people I care about as a bespoke thing. Entirely sourced, engineered, procured, detailed, researched, and invested in personally - it's not something I would ever consider buying "off the rack". My approach to this sort of thing has always been more haute sur mesure than pret a porter or ;)

[abandonedtoy]

Beyond needy today - i'm full of nervous energy and i keep putting my fingers in my mouth when i'm trying to concentrate on DayJob things ...

i'm slippy and drippy but housemate is also WFH so i can do precious little about it and it's making me want to scream

especially as some of you heathens are making matters worse with your posts on here that keep coming up on my feed and - yes, i could look away, i could close the tab, etc but i also want to know what you delicious pervs are up to and i want to live vicariously through you because we all know i ain't gettin' any any other way

whimper

[abandonedtoy]

That feeling when they tell you to cum for them down the phone but you’re still so incapable of letting go, even through the ether…

and it’s perfectly, 100% OK and they carry on taking and teasing and directing your thoughts …

but then they have to end the call so you carry on and you get so so close …

so you hold down the little button for sending an audio message … because your dumb little bunny brain is coursing with chemicals and hormones and their voice …

and when you finally force yourself to stop, some time after your release started, and the audio message sends …

and you lie there, breathless, panting … wanting to weep because you suddenly feel utterly stupid and presumptuous and expectant of the rejection that’s *surely* to come, so you just fight back tears and hope the world swallows you whole before they get a chance to look at their phone again and listen to the message …

and you have to face their inevitable anger, annoyance, dismissal …

The feeling when this is your life and you wonder if you’ll ever be brave enough, ever be strong enough to change, to ever be able to accept