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.
Anna and I knew this was a momentous decision—one not to be taken lightly. We were fully aware that we were stepping outside the bounds of convention, perhaps even propriety. We’d read the statistics on how many women give birth to children who aren’t biologically related to their husbands. Some reports suggest that as many as 30% of those who take paternity tests discover such surprises. In most cases, we believed, it wasn’t intentional. Accidents happen. But what we were considering wasn’t an accident... it was deliberate. And though we had no way of knowing how many couples had chosen the same path, for us, it felt right. It felt practical.
Even after agreeing to move forward, we continued to have long, thoughtful conversations. We explored everything from legal implications to emotional risks—the potential for jealousy, the possibility of damaging our relationship, or creating tension between us and Michael. But in the end, we set most of those concerns aside. We would proceed with care. There would be no pressure on Michael. If he declined, that would be the end of it. We would find another way.
Still, we hoped. Quietly, fervently. I knew how much this meant to Anna. She would be heartbroken if he said no. But I remained optimistic. Michael wouldn’t jeopardize the unique and fulfilling connection he had with Anna over this. And really, what man wouldn’t want to father a child with someone like her? Their bond was rare, and we both felt that a child would only deepen it.
And I was okay with that.
More than okay.…
