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.
Things progressed smoothly between Anna, her lover Michael, and me for several months. Every Friday evening, like clockwork, Anna would leave to meet him at their usual hotel suite. She never left me completely in the dark and made sure to keep me informed, sending texts to let me know when she arrived, when they got to the room, when they had finished in bed and what had happened in between.
Those messages were always explicit, detailing every intimate act in a way that left no room for imagination. Each word made my poor, caged penis throb and drip with frustration and excitement. As torturous as it was, I loved her for including me, even if it only deepened my ache.
Many times, she would return home with fresh hickeys on her neck, bold and undeniable marks of her night with him. Without fail, she would tilt her head, presenting them to me, instructing me to kiss them in respect. I obeyed, my lips brushing over the reminders of another man’s passion.
For days afterward, she would tease me relentlessly, letting them show, casually touching them in front of me, making offhanded comments about what they had been doing when he left those marks on her skin.
“This one here,” pointing to one high on her neck, “was done while he was fucking me. His cock was deep inside me and suddenly he was climaxing. Instead of moaning, he sucked my neck harder. Its going to be there for a few days for sure, and every time you see it, you will know that he was emptying his seed deep inside me.”…
