My name is John, though I go by rgjohn, and I’ve written a few erotic books and some content for Literotica. When Emma read my work, she suggested I write about loving, female-led relationships—a genre she’s passionate about. It’s been a while since I’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 hadn’t explored before. With a mix of curiosity and research, I’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.
Anna and I continued our relationship after that initial phase, evolving into a genuine couple. I attended her elegant gatherings, and she let me date her within my budget. Understanding my feelings, she never insisted on covering our meals or outings—something I truly appreciated about her.
Our intimate moments were satisfying, or so she assured me. I struggled with my tendency to finish too quickly, but it didn’t seem to bother her. In fact, she turned it into a little ritual, asking me to pleasure her after I finished inside her. While she didn’t suck me frequently after I cleaned her, when she did it they felt like a special treat.
Eventually, we declared our love and got engaged. Before making that commitment, we had numerous discussions about the differences in our incomes. One slightly contentious topic was my difficulty with her advancing career while mine felt stalled. She sought reassurance that I was comfortable with her being the primary breadwinner.
While I insisted I was fine with it, deep down, it stung a bit. Admitting that embarrassment to her felt awkward, but she made it clear, not necessarily in words, that if my feelings were too much to handle, we shouldn’t continue our relationship. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her due to my pride, so I reassured her it wouldn’t be an issue. This eventually led to me moving in with her. She covered the major bills while I took care of groceries and handled domestic tasks like cooking, running errands, and maintaining our home.
Working from our condo meant I had my own office, a luxury I could never afford on my own. It felt like paradise. With no rent to pay and food costs relatively low, I managed to save a decent amount of money—at least by my own standards.…
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