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.
Later we sat on the sofa together watching some Hallmark chick flick. As soon as I sat down, I was reminded of my blistered ass. I sighed and suppressed a moan.
Anna leaned her head against my shoulder, her silky shorty sleep shorts and matching top catching the light as she shifted slightly. She felt soft and warm against me, and I savored the intimacy that had become so natural between us, even if it was a new dynamic.
"Have you noticed that most of the Hallmark shows have the women in charge?" she asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
I paused, considering her observation. "No, not until you just mentioned it. But you're right. It’s mostly women taking the lead."
"Hmmm," she mused, her voice tinged with amusement. "One would think the producers are in FLR’s themselves, wouldn’t they?"
"Yes, for sure," I said with a grin.
As the show ended, Anna shifted, sitting up slightly. "Take off your clothes," she said, her tone casual yet firm.
Without hesitation, I obeyed, standing and removing everything. She remained dressed in her sleep pajamas consisting of a pair of shorty silk shorts and a lose silk top with spaghetti straps. Her outfit accentuating her natural elegance. It felt strange being completely naked while she was clothed, but I was quickly learning that such situations were becoming the norm in our evolving relationship.
I returned to the sofa, sitting beside her as she snuggled against me. My arm wrapped around her shoulders instinctively, and she leaned into me with a contented sigh. This closeness was new for us. Before, we’d watch movies with a casual snack, sitting near each other but rarely this close. Now, this shared intimacy felt deeper, more meaningful.
I lightly stroked her arm, savoring the moment.
Occasionally, I kissed her ear, her neck, and finally her lips, whispering softly, “I love you.” She didn’t say the words back... not yet... but that was okay. I understood. After everything we’d been through, rebuilding trust and connection would take time.
Then, to my surprise, her lips met mine again, soft and tender, before growing more passionate. Her kiss filled me with gratitude and made my heart swell and, predictably, my body reacted. My penis throbbed despite my best efforts to suppress the response.
“See how nice making love without sex can be? The FLR documents were right,” Anna said, her voice low and warm.…
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