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My last post in the story behind my blog shared the impact running had on my self-confidence. (As well as my understanding of my own orgasm.) The post culminated in my completing a marathon, for which the training had been a focus since the previous July. I had some cracking training runs, but one that particularly stands out is a ten mile trot around Camden, Gas Holder park, Hampstead Heath and the surrounding neighbourhoods. It helped calm the nerves bubbling away over attending Eroticon, something I didn’t even know existed at the start of 2019, and yet I somehow found myself a delegate at my first conference.
I’d arrived in the capital mid afternoon, checked into my property, and immediately slipped into my running gear. Even now, almost five years later, I can feel the sense of calm that washed over me. The people I passed smiling and friendly. (Possibly due to my brightly coloured running gear and sparkling grin?) By the time I’d completed ten miles, showered, eaten I felt calm again. Ready to meet a lot of strangers I looked up to. The calm wasn’t to last. As I pottered over to the Friday evening meet-and-greet the nerves hit and I was somewhat star struck when, upon arrival, the first person I bumped in to was Master’s Pleasing Bitch. Goodness knows what she thought of this strange lady getting all excited to put a face to a (relatively) anonymous online persona.
That evening there were so many people that I “knew” through their blogs.
It was amazing to meet so many. And the workshops on offer were so diverse, I’d have happily immersed myself in learning like that for a month! Meeting sponsors, visiting trade stands, and learning how to use affiliate links were all very exciting.
I was briefly exploring a Ds connection with a twitter friend who, though not attending the event, made online introductions so I would have friendly faces for the duration of the conference. And when, during a coffee break, SilverDom came and introduced himself, I was over the moon to have a big old squeeze from him. One of many highlights of my Eroticon weekend in 2019, and one of the few to be repeated. We were able to meet for lunch last year, at a point in time where I desperately needed a big hug from a kind man.
I have written about my top-ten take aways from Eroticon 2019 before.
Please do go and see what incredible experiences I had. Aside from the hug with SD, being inside the vac beds and crafting my very own flogger still stand out as top eye-openers. I am currently making a flogger, loosely based on the workshop creation. I hope it will be very mean indeed. And I also have plans to craft my own vac-bed, when I have the free time to do so. But the main reason for going was to develop my blog. And blimey, do I still use much of the advice I noted down. Again, too many workshops, not enough of me to go round. But the value added to my site through attending the kinky conference has been immense. (Still work to do, ALWAYS work to do. Mind you, keeps me out of mischief, right?!)
I think it’s fair to say that, if 2019 was anything to go by, I’d attend Eroticon again.
Well, when I got lucky and won a pool ticket for 2023 I couldn’t have been more excited. Sadly it wasn’t meant to be. The boys dad caught Covid and so I had a bonus Mum weekend instead. But next time the event is on, I will make every effort to be in attendance.
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Great idea to revisit posts like this. I remember well when we met. I hadn’t imagined myself as a minor celeb! It was a real shame you didn’t make it last year, but you weren’t the only one that couldn’t make it due to covid. Yet again. Maybe there will be another chance some time.