My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 26

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.

Sally arrived at the condo shortly after dropping Anna off at the airport. I was nervous to say the least. When she walked through the door, pulling a large suitcase behind her, I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. I hadn’t expected her to bring so much.

But what really caught my attention was what she was wearing. Sally had on a crisp white blouse, fitted snugly across her ample chest, with the faintest outline of her curves visible beneath the thin fabric. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see that she actually had nipples rings poking through the blouse. That was new. I had a hard time pulling my eyes away. The blouse was tucked neatly into a short black skirt that ended mid-thigh, accentuating her toned legs. On her feet, she wore a pair of glossy spiked high heels, the sharp click of each step echoing lightly across the wooden floor.

She paused inside the entryway, her hands resting confidently on her hips as she gave me an amused smile. “I don’t think I will ever get over you being naked at home all the time... but I like it a lot. You are looking very fit, by the way.”

I smiled and my face colored a bit, and as much as I didn’t want it, my penis pulsed in my cage. “Thank you,” I said, “Anna has me on a strict exercise program now.”

“Well, don’t just stand there gawking. Are you going to help me with my suitcase, or are you going to stare at my tits all day?” she said playfully.…