My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 34

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 many chapters. If you are just starting, you should begin your journey back at chapter 1.

Their camping trip was momentous, to say the least. The two women they met, Sandra and Molly... and whom Anna quickly befriended... proved to be life-altering, not just for us, but for them as well. Again, I’ll detail that in a separate set of chapters.

Pegging soon became a natural part of our lifestyle. As I said, it happened at least once a week and, often it replaced traditional tease and denial. I inevitably released prostate fluid almost every time Anna fucked me... or pegged me, as she preferred to call it.

I wasn’t sure which I enjoyed more... the hand teasing or the pegging. Anna tended to favor pegging, though the hand teasing was less strenuous on her, so she alternated. That arrangement suited me just fine.

It was a couple weeks later when Anna said she had something important to talk to me about. It was on an early Saturday morning when Anna led me into the living room. She wore a pair of skin-tight, short shorts that hugged her curves and revealed far more than they concealed. Her top was a snug tube top, stretched taut across her chest, emphasizing the delicate peaks of her nipples pressing against the fabric. The short shorts covered even less. I could plainly see her lower ass cheeks in back, and in front the indentation between her lips. I loved when she teased me wearing those type of shorts.

There was no mistaking Anna’s intention... she dressed like this to drive me mad, to keep me on edge. Around the house, she rarely wore more than the bare minimum, a constant display designed to test my restraint. My poor penis remained in a relentless state of tight constriction, swelling futilely against its cage. She knew exactly what it did to me. My body responded instinctively, but the unyielding restriction served as a constant reminder of my place. I never begged for release but there were times when I considered it. Still I knew it wouldn’t be a reward for me and I would lose the constant edge that kept me focused on her.…