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.
I was still reeling from Anna revealing that she was taking a lover when she had me get up from eating her. Then to my surprise, she allowed me to sit on the cushioned seat rather than the hard surface. I looked at her questioningly, but she only smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Without a word, she straddled me, her thighs on mine, my caged penis between us. She leaned in and kissed me deeply.
The kiss was intoxicating... soft and passionate, yet commanding. I melted into it, surrendering to the heat between us. Then, without breaking eye contact, Anna reached down and unclasped the delicate chain around her neck, retrieving the small, gleaming key.
I held my breath as she used it to unlock my cage. The moment the latch clicked open, my cock sprang free, betraying my complete and utter lack of restraint.
My heart pounded in my chest. Was she really going to let me inside her? That was almost too good to be true... was she feeling guilty and wanted let me feel her pussy for one last time before she was stretched by a much bigger cock? Or, maybe… maybe she was at least going to tease me. I prayed that she wouldn’t just stroke me a couple of times and put me away. I wanted... needed more, even if there was no release at all.
Anna’s lips curved into a knowing smile as she took in the sight of my dripping, throbbing erection. “Me thinks you protest too much. You like the idea of your wife having a superior lover, don’t you?”…
