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.
When Anna came back, she said, “I was going to go into work for a couple of hours, but this is more important. I called in to let them know I wouldn’t be there so we can spend some time seeing if we have a solution to this problem. I will call in to the office again when we are done.”
I smiled broadly. There was hope after all. We moved into the living room with fresh cups of coffee and sat on the sofa. The panoramic view of the city skyline always had a calming effect, as if the vast expanse of the horizon could shrink our problems into insignificance. Today, though, I doubted it would be enough. Still, the sight of the clear blue sky helped me breathe a little easier.
I looked at Anna, and despite the comforting atmosphere of our conversation, she still seemed tense, her shoulders carrying an invisible weight.
“How are things going at work?” I asked gently.
She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “You’ve been bringing a lot of work home lately. Earlier, you had to call in, which isn’t like you. And honestly, for the past couple of weeks, you’ve seemed unusually stressed—beyond the stress I’ve caused, I mean.”
Anna sighed heavily, her fingers tracing an invisible pattern on the arm of the sofa. “Well, you know I’m up for full partner.”
“Yes, and that’s incredible. You deserve it,” I said sincerely.
“It is incredible,” she said, but her voice lacked enthusiasm. “The problem is, there are two other attorneys being considered as well. You can imagine the politics involved. At least one of them is actively trying to sabotage me. Files have gone missing—important ones—and I know I didn’t just misplace them. On top of that, there are ridiculous rumors going around that I’m having an affair with one of the younger attorneys.”
I knew I shouldn't feel this way, but the mention of a young, probably handsome attorney stirred a pang of jealousy deep inside me. Knowing how I had been treating Anna over the past months only amplified that feeling, sending a sharp ache through my chest. Rationally, I knew she would never cheat on me, but emotionally, the fear lingered. And if she did… well, could I even blame her?
This wasn’t the time to dwell on such thoughts, so I pushed them firmly from my mind and focused on being the supportive husband she needed me to be, especially now.…
