I’d like to introduce myself, my name John and I go by rgjohn. I’ve written a few erotic books and I’ve written some content for Literotica. I shared my work with Emma, she liked what she read and she offered to publish my work if I ever wanted to write about loving female led relationship content.
Honestly, it’s been a long time since Iโve written anything, but recently, I received an email from a fan that reignited my interest in writing. He asked if I could turn his journalโchronicling years of his relationship with his wifeโinto a story. At first, I was skeptical. The details seemed too far-fetched to be true, and I had no way of verifying them. Honestly, I considered ignoring the request.
But curiosity got the better of me, and I started reading. His journal opened the door to a world I had never encountered before: a Female-Led Relationship (FLR). Initially, I had no idea what that even meant. Yet, as I read further, I became intrigued enough to dive into research. What I discovered was nothing short of fascinating.
As most of the readers of Evolving Your Man know, an FLR is exactly what it sounds like: a relationship where the woman takes the lead in nearly every aspect of life. From finances to household chores, vacations, and even decisions about intimacy, the man relinquishes control to his partner. FLRโs can range in intensity, classified into four levelsโfrom mild to highly structured. There are several levels of female led relationships, that the couple in the journal operated at the most committed level, Level 4.
Itโs easy to dismiss the men in these relationships as submissive or weak. However, my research revealed participants from all walks of lifeโcorporate executives, mechanics, artists, you name it. Some choose to keep their lifestyle private, while others are open about it with close friends.
Though I donโt have formal statistics, it seems many of these relationships are incredibly stable, with couples describing transformative improvements in their connectionโboth emotionally and sexually.
If this piques your interest, I encourage you to explore the topic further. There are numerous blogs (Including this one) and resources available for those curious about FLRโs.
The story Iโm sharing here isnโt a direct retelling of the journal. Instead, itโs inspired by his experiences. Like any adaptation, Iโve taken creative liberties with the characters and scenarios. However, the themes of chastity, discipline, pegging, and even cuckolding are true to his account.
Iโve aimed to craft a narrative thatโs both emotionally resonant and erotically engaging. Itโs not just about the physical dynamics; itโs about the deep love and trust that define many FLRโs. These relationships often begin at the male partnerโs initiative, evolving into a bond thatโs as tender and emotionalโif not more soโthan traditional partnerships.
Beyond entertainment, my hope is to shed light on this alternative lifestyle. Itโs not for everyone, but for those who embrace it, an FLR can be profoundly life-changing. My goal is to show how a loving, strong woman and a supportive, attentive man can thrive together in this kind of relationship.
I know, posting this to Emmaโs blog might seem redundant or superfluous to those that are already true believers. However, if you are like me and found this site recently, it might be eye opening to delve into an erotic story that seeks to explain and expand on the idea of FLRโs in a positive way. While Emma does a good job of explaining how this relationship style looks on paper I think a real life story may help readers understand how this works in real life.
This will be a long multi part story spanning 20 plus chapters. If readers like the first few chapters, I will continue writing and posting. If not, nothing ventured, nothing gained. So, if you enjoy this story, leave a comment in the comments section below and let me know what you think. Here goes:
My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Time has a peculiar way of unfolding, revealing layers of our lives in ways we often donโt anticipate. As I sit down to recount this story, I canโt help but reflect on the journey that brought me to this pointโa journey filled with love, challenges, and awakening. My name is Jason Bradley, and I am a 35-year-old man with a loving wife and a second child on the way. On the surface, my life appears perfectly normal, marked by joy and familial bliss. But beneath the veneer of happiness lies a tale of struggleโone that began long before I embraced the responsibilities of marriage and fatherhood.
Just a few ears ago, I was an aimless thirty-something, grappling with the complexities of adulthood and stalled in a dead-end job that left me feeling unfulfilled. Despite my yearning for companionship and connection, I found myself adrift and single, shying away from relationships.
Then Anna walked into my life, turning everything upside down. With just one look, my heart racedโa sensation I had never fully experienced before. While our initial encounters hinted at a spark, it took persistence and vulnerability to truly win her over, ultimately leading to the happiest moment of my lifeโour wedding day.
Yet, as the euphoric bliss of our first year faded, shadows crept into the corners of our relationship. Pivotal to our struggles was a private battle I fought dailyโan addiction that gnawed away at my connection with Anna. What I believed was a harmless habit turned out to be a slow poison, affecting not only the foundation of our marriage but also my own sense of self. I was unaware that the very act of seeking personal pleasure through masturbation could fracture the intimacy we had built, transform our tender moments into uncertainty, and render me a shell of the husband I aspired to be.
This story unfolds as a candid examination of my journeyโa reckoning with desire, disconnection, and the hidden dangers of a seemingly innocent habit. It is a narrative not just of love, but of introspection and awakening, illustrating how even the smallest choices can leave profound impacts on our relationships and our lives. Join me as I explore the ramifications of my actions, my struggles, and ultimately, my path toward rediscovering the richness of true connection.
My struggles with habitual masturbation came with a host of unintended consequences: I found myself increasingly seeing women as objects rather than individuals, wasting time that could have been spent building connections, isolating myself in a bubble of shame and denial, and experiencing a gradual loss of focus and willpower. Each of these issues, compounded over time, created a barrier between me and the life I truly wanted.
However, let me clarify: this is not simply a story about the difficulties of habitual masturbation; countless resources delve into that subject. Instead, this narrative serves as a reflection on how that habit acted as a catalyst for a profound transformation in my life.
Some might see that as overly dramatic or even absurd. But if you stick with me, youโll understand why it is neither.
From the moment I met Anna, I felt an immediate, deep connection unlike anything I had ever experienced. She was thirty-two and a force of natureโsmart, intellectually stimulating, and vibrantly alive. With her remarkable education, she had quickly climbed the ranks to become one of the youngest junior partners at a prestigious law firm dominated by men. It didnโt take long for me to discover that she earned nearly double what I did, and she was far more driven in her career than I was.
In stark contrast, I was just a simple computer guy, spending my days glued to a screen, often alternating between work and distractions of the adult variety. I knew Anna was beautiful, but it was her intelligence and ambition that drew me in. Standing at five feet six inches, with striking green eyes, strawberry blonde hair, and a smile that could instantly brighten any room, Anna was captivating. She often joked about her freckles, which only added to her charm in my eyes.
As for me, Iโm five eleven, with brown hair and blue eyes, and while Iโm often described as handsome, I always felt more ordinary. My physique was the product of countless hours at the gym and a passion for martial artsโmy second love. Still, I grappled with insecurities about my average endowment, a worry that became magnified as our relationship progressed. I had never been a ladiesโ man, and my lack of experience around attractive women only intensified my anxieties.
Annaโs past was undoubtedly richer than mine. She had dated more extensively and commanded attention wherever she went, while I had only a few long-term relationships under my belt. Yet despite the disparity in our backgrounds, something about my inherent shyness and innocence, qualities she found refreshing amid the brash arrogance of the men she encountered at work, drew her to me.
Our first meeting was serendipitous; we connected over our shared love of reading historical fiction, and I felt an instant rapport with her. I hadnโt yet realized she was a lawyer. It wasnโt until we started dating that I recognized the magnitude of her accomplishments. For me, it was intimidatingโand I spent weeks trying to hide my insecurities about my modest living situation and income.
I was struggling to make ends meet, living in a cramped apartment with an aging car, and little spare spending money. In contrast, Anna inhabited a beautifully appointed space on the sixteenth floor of a modern complex, a truth I remained blissfully unaware of for some time. We initially bypassed discussions about finances, her modesty preventing her from revealing her impressive salary and status.
Even now, I still marvel at her choice to date me. She later recounted that she was weary of the superficial men who constantly boasted about their financial success, individuals who saw themselves as โGodโs gift to women.โ This perception gave me a leg up, one that I definitely hadnโt anticipated.
On our first date, I didn’t have much to spare financially, so I opted for takeout from a favorite Chinese restaurant. To my surprise, Anna found the evening incredibly romantic, despite my fears that my humble choice would reflect poorly on me. We dined beneath the stars, and I can still remember the magic of that momentโa simple yet perfect setting.
What made it even more special was that I didnโt rush our intimacy. Instead of pursuing anything physical that night, we talked, laughed, and got to know one another better. This restraint made Anna appreciate my patience, especially given the fast-paced world she occupied daily filled with men eager to impress and seduce.
The first date, turned into more dates, each one revealing more about us. Eventually, I mustered the courage to invite Anna to my apartment, an event I approached with both excitement and dread. I feared she might be put off by my stark and sparsely furnished efficiency, with its less-than-ideal location. But to my relief, she remained unfazed, appreciating the workout of climbing three flights of stairs and laughing off the lack of frills.
Despite my reservations, that first night, after a delivery from my favorite restaurant, the atmosphere transformed as wine flowed, and our chemistry sparked. With every shared kiss, I felt my nerves melt away.
Then came the moment when we first made love, a crescendo of emotions and anticipation that left me exhilarated. Having her in my arms, completely exposed and vulnerable, was a revelation, and I finally felt like I was stepping into the life I wanted.
Thanks for the contribution @rgjohn
I can’t wait for chapter 2
Thanks for your comment. I have lots of unedited chapters to post over time, assuming people want to read them. As I said, my is that we will get visitors to the site who become intrigued by a FLR.
Nicely done, sir. OK, I’m on board. Looking forward to more!
Thanks for your comment. As I said above, if people are interested I have a lot more.
Clearly there is interest … so let’s get busy posting. *wink
Great story! What next?
Thanks, Lots more chapters if people are interested.
Hello Emma. I wrote some erotic fiction and put it on the forum but I am very happy to see more on this site. Would it be possible to have some of my work added as blogs instead of buried in the forum? I love your work rgjohn!
Thanks for your comments (you ain’t seen nuttin yet). I have read your posts and like them too. I would love to see your erotic fiction. My story is going to be enough for a book. Once I start, I have a hard time stopping, maybe 100,000 words if people like it.
I want to know what happens next. Keep it coming
Great writing, I’m looking forward to reading more!
Would love to read the rest of the story.