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.
I couldn’t believe that the woman I already knew I had fallen in love with was on her knees, seemingly ready to take me into her mouth. It felt too good to be true. The sheer shock of the moment—or maybe because of it—sent my arousal skyrocketing, and my penis immediately hardened to full mast as she pulled down my pants and took hold of me.
What happened next left me even more stunned: she wrapped her lips around me and began to suck. I was floored. In all the time we had been dating, she had never done this before. I had assumed she simply didn’t like oral sex, and that was perfectly fine with me. Sure, I would have loved it, but I never expected or needed reciprocity for the pleasure I gave her.
But now, here she was, her enthusiasm evident as she worked on me with a level of eagerness I hadn’t anticipated. I could feel myself quickly nearing the edge, teetering on the brink of release. Just as I thought I might climax, she suddenly paused, pulling back slightly.
Looking up at me with a sly smile, she said, “I don’t suck a cock all the way until my lover has done something for me. Not all of them are willing to do it, but that’s their loss.”
I had no idea what she meant, but I knew better than to argue with a gorgeous woman on her knees in front of me. She exuded confidence, and I was more than willing to follow her lead.
Though a part of me felt disappointed when she stopped sucking me and stood up, that feeling quickly dissipated as she took my hand and led me into the master bedroom. The room was stunning, featuring a king-sized bed adorned with turned-down silk sheets and a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The entire scene felt surreal, like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from.
“Get naked and onto the bed,” she instructed, her tone soft but commanding.
I didn’t hesitate. Stripping off my clothes, I climbed onto the bed, my anticipation mounting as I watched her. Then, to my utter delight, she began a slow, seductive striptease. Her movements were deliberate and mesmerizing, every piece of clothing removed with a sensual flair. My erection throbbed painfully as I watched her, and I worried I might lose control before she even joined me on the bed.
Noticing my predicament, she giggled softly, crawling onto the bed until she was kneeling between my legs. Her hands rested lightly on my thighs as she leaned down, taking the tip of my throbbing erection into her warm, soft mouth. The sensation was electric, and my whole body tensed with pleasure as she teased me for what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment. Then, just as I felt myself edging closer to release, she stopped and sat up, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
She moved up my body, her naked curves pressing against me as she straddled my waist. My cock throbbed painfully just below her warm, wet center. I couldn’t stop the words that tumbled out of my mouth.
“Let me get a condom,” I said, my voice husky and strained.
Her smile was radiant and disarming. “It’s not necessary anymore,” she said softly.
Relief and exhilaration coursed through me. We were a couple. This was real.
I was so overwhelmed with desire that I almost climaxed right then and there. My mind scrambled to focus on anything other than what was about to happen, but nothing could pull my attention away from her. As I watched her lower herself onto me, taking me slowly into her warm, slick opening, every coherent thought in my brain evaporated.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as her soft, wet folds enveloped me, her warmth and tightness unlike anything I’d ever felt. I knew instantly that I wasn’t going to last long. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming. It had been so long, and the intensity of the moment was more than I could handle.
She leaned down, her hands resting on my chest, her eyes locked onto mine. “It’s okay if you climax quickly,” she said with a smile that melted my heart. “I don’t mind. I know you’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”
Her words felt like a lifeline, offering reassurance when I needed it most. But it was hard to process her kindness with her sweet, wet heat wrapped so tightly around me. I moaned as she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent waves of pleasure rippling through me.
I was lost in her, completely and utterly hers.
“Fuck,” I said, half in excitement and half in frustration. A moment later I erupted into her. It was amazing ... earth shattering. No rubber between me and her. I had waited weeks for this. However, I was embarrassed that I couldn’t pleasure her with my equipment ... although she never had even when I used a rubber. I couldn’t help myself and shot into her.
When I was empty, I opened my eyes and saw her smiling down at me. I was relieved that she didn’t seem to be angry. She leaned down and kissed me passionately and I knew she wasn’t.
“Now, just lay back and do something for me,” she said.…
