My name is John, though I go by rgjohn, and Iโve written a few erotic books and some content for Literotica. When Emma read my work, she suggested I write about loving, female-led relationshipsโa genre sheโs passionate about. Itโs been a while since Iโve 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 hadnโt explored before. With a mix of curiosity and research, Iโve decided to craft a multi-part story spanning over 20 chapters. If you are just starting, you should begin your journey back atย chapter 1.
Chapter 3 Our Sexual Relations Deepen/New Rules of Engagement
I couldnโt believe that the woman I already knew I had fallen in love with was on her knees, seemingly ready to take me into her mouth. It felt too good to be true. The sheer shock of the momentโor maybe because of itโsent my arousal skyrocketing, and my penis immediately hardened to full mast as she pulled down my pants and took hold of me.
What happened next left me even more stunned: she wrapped her lips around me and began to suck. I was floored. In all the time we had been dating, she had never done this before. I had assumed she simply didnโt like oral sex, and that was perfectly fine with me. Sure, I would have loved it, but I never expected or needed reciprocity for the pleasure I gave her.
But now, here she was, her enthusiasm evident as she worked on me with a level of eagerness I hadnโt anticipated. I could feel myself quickly nearing the edge, teetering on the brink of release. Just as I thought I might climax, she suddenly paused, pulling back slightly.
Looking up at me with a sly smile, she said, โI donโt suck a cock all the way until my lover has done something for me. Not all of them are willing to do it, but thatโs their loss.โ
I had no idea what she meant, but I knew better than to argue with a gorgeous woman on her knees in front of me. She exuded confidence, and I was more than willing to follow her lead.
Though a part of me felt disappointed when she stopped sucking me and stood up, that feeling quickly dissipated as she took my hand and led me into the master bedroom. The room was stunning, featuring a king-sized bed adorned with turned-down silk sheets and a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The entire scene felt surreal, like a dream I didnโt want to wake up from.
โGet naked and onto the bed,โ she instructed, her tone soft but commanding.
I didnโt hesitate. Stripping off my clothes, I climbed onto the bed, my anticipation mounting as I watched her. Then, to my utter delight, she began a slow, seductive striptease. Her movements were deliberate and mesmerizing, every piece of clothing removed with a sensual flair. My erection throbbed painfully as I watched her, and I worried I might lose control before she even joined me on the bed.
Noticing my predicament, she giggled softly, crawling onto the bed until she was kneeling between my legs. Her hands rested lightly on my thighs as she leaned down, taking the tip of my throbbing erection into her warm, soft mouth. The sensation was electric, and my whole body tensed with pleasure as she teased me for what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment. Then, just as I felt myself edging closer to release, she stopped and sat up, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
She moved up my body, her naked curves pressing against me as she straddled my waist. My cock throbbed painfully just below her warm, wet center. I couldnโt stop the words that tumbled out of my mouth.
โLet me get a condom,โ I said, my voice husky and strained.
Her smile was radiant and disarming. โItโs not necessary anymore,โ she said softly.
Relief and exhilaration coursed through me. We were a couple. This was real.
I was so overwhelmed with desire that I almost climaxed right then and there. My mind scrambled to focus on anything other than what was about to happen, but nothing could pull my attention away from her. As I watched her lower herself onto me, taking me slowly into her warm, slick opening, every coherent thought in my brain evaporated.
โOh, fuck,โ I gasped as her soft, wet folds enveloped me, her warmth and tightness unlike anything Iโd ever felt. I knew instantly that I wasnโt going to last long. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming. It had been so long, and the intensity of the moment was more than I could handle.
She leaned down, her hands resting on my chest, her eyes locked onto mine. โItโs okay if you climax quickly,โ she said with a smile that melted my heart. โI donโt mind. I know youโve been waiting for this for a long time.โ
Her words felt like a lifeline, offering reassurance when I needed it most. But it was hard to process her kindness with her sweet, wet heat wrapped so tightly around me. I moaned as she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent waves of pleasure rippling through me.
I was lost in her, completely and utterly hers.
โFuck,โ I said, half in excitement and half in frustration. A moment later I erupted into her. It was amazing … earth shattering. No rubber between me and her. I had waited weeks for this. However, I was embarrassed that I couldnโt pleasure her with my equipment … although she never had even when I used a rubber. I couldnโt help myself and shot into her.
When I was empty, I opened my eyes and saw her smiling down at me. I was relieved that she didnโt seem to be angry. She leaned down and kissed me passionately and I knew she wasnโt.
โNow, just lay back and do something for me,โ she said.
I would have done just about anything at that point, but what she did surprised me to the core.
I watched as she slowly moved up my body, her movements deliberate and confident, until she hovered over my face. My eyes widened in disbelief as she straddled me, her intent unmistakable. I was so shocked I couldnโt move, my mind racing to process what was happening.
She looked down at me, her voice firm but playful. โI donโt swallow the seed of a man who wonโt eat me after he pumps his cum inside me.โ
Her words hit me like a jolt of electricity. I hadnโt expected this. The revelation was shocking, but she gave me no time to dwell on it as she lowered herself onto my face, her wet center pressing against my lips.
Iโd tasted my own sperm before, after kissing girls who had gone down on me, so I wasnโt entirely squeamish. But this was differentโthis wasnโt a small taste lingering on someone elseโs lips; this was all of it. The realization that I was about to consume the entirety of what her body held left me momentarily frozen.
In the back of my mind, I understood this was a testโa challenge to prove my devotion, my willingness to put her pleasure above my own discomfort. Protesting wasnโt an option; I knew better than to resist. The consequences of refusal werenโt something I wanted to imagine, and deep down, I didnโt want to disappoint her.
As she settled herself fully, I found myself thinking about what sheโd said. It made sense in a way that was almost painfully clear. We men often expect women to swallow our release without hesitation, yet recoil at the idea of doing the same. It was hypocritical, really, and in that moment, I decided to rise to the occasion.
The truth? It wasnโt terrible. The taste was secondary to the intoxicating sound of her moans and the way her body quivered as I worked to please her. The sensation of her climaxing on my face, her pleasure evident in every movement and sound, made it more than bearableโit made it satisfying.
I focused on cleaning her thoroughly, savoring the moments when her hips bucked and her breath caught. I made her climax again and again, my tongue and lips working tirelessly. Despite my efforts to keep things neat, my face was soon wet and sticky, my lips, chin, and even my nose coated with her essence.
As I continued, I realized how much I relished being the source of her pleasure. It was a small price to pay to make love to a woman as incredible as her. And maybe, just maybe, this act of devotion would lead to her taking me into her mouth the next timeโperhaps even finishing what she started.
When she finally pulled away, her breath ragged and her body trembling, I knew I had passed her test. There was a satisfaction in knowing Iโd done something that not only pleased her but also brought us closer in a way I hadnโt expected.
She fell off me and lay close with her head on my chest. I felt her breath tickling my chest as we lay there, wrapped in the silence of the aftermath. I assumed I had passed her test, though I couldnโt shake the thought of what might have happened if I hadnโt. Later, she confirmed my suspicions: if I had refused, it would have been worse than not getting blowjobs, our relationship would have ended.
Finally, she reached down and lightly grabbed my soft penis. With a playful smile, she said, โYouโre a keeper.โ
In that moment, I wanted to leap with joy. If eating her after unloading in her was the price for being her lover, I had no problem paying it.
We both drifted into a comfortable silence, the weight of the evening giving way to the peace of shared satisfaction, and eventually, we fell asleep.
I woke a couple of hours later to the unmistakable sensation of her mouth enveloping my swollen penis. A rush of pleasure shot through me as I reached down to cradle her head gently in my hands.
She took her time, working me skillfully. It was obvious that she had done this before. Having already climaxed earlier, I found myself lasting much longer this time. She seemed to know exactly how to keep me balanced on the edge without tipping over too soonโa skill that was much harder to achieve when I was inside her. When I began to feel the familiar tension building, I hesitated. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I decided to warn her. โUh… Iโm getting close,โ I said softly.
She responded with a soft moan, her throat vibrating around me. I took it as her silent permission to release. A moment later, I climaxed hard, and she swallowed every drop without hesitation.
Afterward, she slid up my body, her lips finding mine in a kiss that was deep and wet, her tongue playfully pushing into my mouth. I accepted her kiss without hesitation, the intimacy of the gesture deepening our connection.
She whispered softly, โYou know the rules now. You can use a rubber if you like, but if you donโt, you have to clean me up. And if I suck you, I will swallow your sperm.โ
At the time, her words seemed unusual, even strict. But as I reflected on them, they began to make sense. It was one of the first signs of Annaโs desire for controlโa trait that defined her and helped her compete so successfully with her male counterparts in the legal world. Itโs also one of the many traits I deeply admire about her.
We fell asleep with her in my arms. She stayed the night and we made love again in the morning … with me cleaning her afterward.
In the days that followed, I found myself reflecting deeply on the transformation in my relationship with Anna. She was unlike any woman I had ever encounteredโstrong and confident, yet capable of tenderness and profound love. Anna was a mystery, an enigma wrapped in layers I was only beginning to understand. Her intelligence and sharp wit often left me in awe, though at times her quick humor could have a cutting edge. Beyond her intellect, she possessed an undeniable energyโa sexual dynamism that both that both excited and intimidated me.
I felt as though I had a tiger by the tail, exhilarating and unpredictable. The thrill of being with her was matched only by the fear of not being enough for her. How could I measure up to someone so remarkable? Anna was vibrant and fearless, unafraid to take charge in every aspect of our relationship, while I often felt like a supporting character in her compelling story.
The question that haunted me most was why she had chosen me. I wrestled with my own insecurities, grappling with the fear that I might not be able to satisfy her emotionally, intellectually, or physically. She deserved the best, and I couldnโt help but wonder if I truly deserved her. Yet, even as I doubted myself, there was a growing resolve within me. I wanted to rise to the challenge, to be the partner she needed and deserved. After all, being with Anna wasnโt just a relationshipโit was an adventure… one I wasnโt willing to give up.
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Awesome, no I canโt wait until the next installment
Lol, I read it as now anyway. Thanks for the comment. There will be plenty more chapters.
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