My name is John, though I go by rgjohn, and Iโ€™ve written a few erotic books and some content for Literotica. When Emma read my work, she suggested I write about loving, female-led relationshipsโ€”a genre sheโ€™s passionate about. Itโ€™s been a while since Iโ€™ve written, but a fan recently reignited my interest by asking me to turn his detailed journal into a story. Initially skeptical, I found myself captivated by his account of a Female-Led Relationship (FLR), a concept I hadnโ€™t explored before. With a mix of curiosity and research, Iโ€™ve decided to craft a multi-part story spanning over 20 chapters. If you are just starting, you should begin your journey back at chapter 1.


Chapter 2: First Time Making Love to Anna

I was amazed at how incredibly beautiful she was naked. Her breasts were amazing with gorgeous pink nipples and no sag. Her skin was smooth and alabaster white with few blemishes โ€ฆ she almost glowed. Her waist was small and curved and served to emphasize her amazing hips and ass. Her smooth and flat stomach sloped down to that sweet spot between her legs, which was shaved smooth. I was certain I could see a glimmer of juice between her lips. In short, she was perfect and excited.

I pulled her to me and we kissed. I felt her breasts pressing to my chest. I was incredibly hard and had been half-hard for most of the evening because I could sense that something good was going to happen.

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I eased her onto the bed and lay gently on top of her. We kissed for a long time before I began to work my way down her body. I paused at her breasts to kiss and suck her nipples. She moaned appreciatively.

After a few minutes she gently began to push my head downward. I was thrilled as I kissed down her soft belly until I reached her pussy. I loved that she was totally hairless.

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I moved lower when I felt her hands pushing me gently again urging me to continue. I knew what she wanted as I had done it many times with my long-term girlfriends. I was pretty good with my mouth.

I didnโ€™t go for her sweet spot right away. Instead, I teased her, kissing the soft skin above her mound, resisting the almost overwhelming desire to dive in. I could smell her excitement and it made me want to taste her even more. I looked at her swollen lips closely and they were beautiful like the rest of her. The outer lips were baby smooth and the inner protruded gently outward like an open rose. There was more glistening juice between those gorgeous lips now.

Then I felt her hands on my head again, urging me to do more.

I didnโ€™t resist this time, for there is one thing I love more than anything โ€ฆ that is pleasuring a woman with my mouth. My tongue never got tired. I might not have had the biggest penis in the world, but I thought I made up for it with my tongue.

I spread her legs and began to lick. She moaned loudly as I moved from the bottom to the top, my tongue slicing through her soaked lips, tasting her, savoring her. I slowly moved all the way to that swollen nub strategically centered between her lips. I worked on her pleasure center for a long time, flicking it gently with my tongue. Then I paused and moved back down to push my tongue into her sweet honey pot. She tasted wonderful and my penis throbbed under me. I plunged my tongue in and out of her for a long time, lapping up her juices as she was squirmed under me.

She screamed in pleasure and I felt her body tense and then she was climaxing. Then there was a gasped in pleasure as I continue to lick her. I dipped lower and collected her juices and swallowed them like they were from the heavens. I continued to work on her until she wanted me to find her button again.

โ€œLick my clit again,โ€ she almost begged. I moved back to her swollen nub and opened the lips to expose the pulsing pleasure center. I worried the little guy until she was bucking her up into my face and moaning loudly. Suddenly she climaxed strongly again, her hands in my hair, holding me to her center.

When she was done the first two climaxes, I didnโ€™t stop and continued to lick her until she had climaxed three more times.

When she could speak she leaned closer to me and said, โ€œYou know, that was the best oral sex Iโ€™ve ever had.โ€

Her words hit me like a shot of pure adrenaline. I didnโ€™t think that she was one to dole out compliments lightly, so when she said it, I was pretty sure that she meant it. It was something to be proud ofโ€”something that made me feel truly exceptional in her eyes.

She added with a playful grin, โ€œI had a feeling youโ€™d be good at it. I guess I was right.โ€

Iโ€™d be lying if I said I wasnโ€™t concerned about being inadequate, knowing Anna had been with other men. Anna was breathtaking, the kind of woman who could have her pick of lovers. At an 11 out of 10, she would have obviously drawn the attention of men who were confident, skilled, and, in some cases, physically more endowed than me.

At a modest 5 ยฝ inches when fully hard, I knew I wasnโ€™t breaking any records. But rather than feeling diminished, Iโ€™d channeled that knowledge into focusing on what I could do.

Oral sex became my superpower, not just because it made up for where I lacked but because I genuinely loved doing it. Now, seeing Annaโ€™s face transform from her usual composed elegance to unrestrained ecstasy was a reward unlike any other. I took pride in knowing that I could bring her that kind of pleasureโ€”a pleasure uniquely mine to give.

It wasnโ€™t just about technique, though Iโ€™d honed mine over time. It was about paying attention, learning the rhythm of a womanโ€™s body, and understanding the subtle cues that told me when to be gentle and when to push them over the edge.

Some might say oral sex was just a substitute for my lack of size, and maybe there was some truth to that. But I didnโ€™t care. It worked for us, and more importantly, it was obvious that it worked for Anna. That was all that mattered.

I hugged her tightly and we kissed gently for a long time, my tongue working in her mouth like it had done down below. I was still dressed and my little guy was throbbing and dripping in my underwear. I swear I was almost scared that she was going say she had to leave.

It seemed like forever before she whispered, โ€œYou can fuck me now.โ€

I swear I almost screamed โ€œYes!โ€ When I finally took off my pants, I was happy that I didnโ€™t see a disparaging look face. She smiled and opened her arms to me. She asked me to put on a rubber, which I hate, but understood. I appreciated that she was being cautious. She said it was a temporary thing and wouldnโ€™t be necessary if we began to date exclusively.

I was okay with that. Of course, she didnโ€™t know that I was dating her exclusively already.

Even wearing a rubber, I swear I almost climaxed when I slipped into her warm and inviting opening. I had waited weeks for this and found it very difficult not to climax too soon.

I thought I had used my penis in her well, but she didnโ€™t climax โ€ฆ maybe because I didnโ€™t last very long. My climax was nonetheless earth shattering for me.

She apologized for not climaxing saying that she rarely did from normal sex. I was disappointed and tried not to take it personally, but like any other guy, it was a shot to my masculinity.

To compensate, I said, โ€œLet me use my mouth on you again.โ€

She smiled with surprise and said, โ€œOkay.โ€

I could see the appreciation in her eyes and felt better. Still, I wondered if I had a larger equipment would she have climaxed.

I got her off two more times before we called it a night.

We did become a โ€œthingโ€ after three more dates in which she came to my place. The routine was the same, I ate her to a bunch of climaxes and then slipped into her with a rubber on.

When she finally invited me to her place, I was very happy. It almost seemed a rite of passage for me. I had been wondering why she had not had me there before, but it wasnโ€™t a big deal to me, at least at that point.

I erroneously assumed that it was not that great of a place and was a bit concerned that if she was embarrassed after being at my place numerous times then it must be something bad. I didnโ€™t care. At that point, she could have lived in her car and I would not have minded. I already knew that I was madly in love with her.

She said, โ€œJason, I donโ€™t want you to be upset with me when you see where I live. I didnโ€™t want it to influence our relationship. I wanted you to want me for who I am, and not what I have.โ€

I smiled and told her I didnโ€™t care where she lived or what she had or didnโ€™t have. I felt a little cocky thinking that I probably made more than a paralegal. As I said, she had been elusive about where she worked and only said she was employed by a law firm.

She smiled and said, โ€œGood.โ€

I was shocked when we arrived at her place. The building was a high rise in a swanky part of town. It even had a doorman. She lived on the sixteenth floor in a three bedroom two-and-a-half-bathroom apartment with an amazing overview of the city. In the living room there was a floor to ceiling window with a grand view of the city as far as you could see. The high-rise was near the edge of the downtown area so it had a non-obstructive view over the city, facing to the west. The bedroom side faced the highrise part of the city and was beautiful too.

I knew right away that rent for this place must have cost a fortune and maybe five times more than mine. In fact, I found out that she owned the condo.

To say I was stunned would have been an understatement.

โ€œHoly fuck,โ€ I said in disbelief. My eyes were wide in surprise.

โ€œYouโ€™re not mad, are you?โ€ she asked right away.

I couldnโ€™t speak for a few moments.

โ€œAre you okay?โ€ she asked with a worried look.

โ€œUh sure โ€ฆ Iโ€™m just a little embarrassed now,โ€ I said with my face blushing red.

โ€œIโ€™m sorry. I didnโ€™t mean to do that,โ€ she said.

โ€œItโ€™s okay. Iโ€™m just shocked and a bit overwhelmed,โ€ I said.

โ€œI make really good money at the law firm and am a junior partner. I bring in more business than all but three of the full partners. And I am rewarded accordingly. The downside is that all the guys, including a couple of the partners secretly hit on me.
I donโ€™t want to have anything to do with those arrogant bastards,โ€ she said with a surprising bit of venom. I assumed that she put up with that in order not to lose her job.

I didnโ€™t know how to respond to that, so I just changed the subject and said, โ€œWow, this is amazing.โ€

โ€œAre you sure that youโ€™re okay?โ€ she asked again.

โ€œJust trying to take it all in,โ€ I said. I wasnโ€™t entirely okay, I was still embarrassed, thinking of the dates I had taken her on that cost $50 or less.

โ€œWell, let me help you,โ€ she said and to my surprise dropped to the floor in front of me, right there in the living room. I looked at the windows with concern and realized that there were no buildings tall enough for us to be seen.

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