My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 38

My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 38

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.

Chapter 38: Anna Takes Out Job Frustration On Jason, Second Meeting With Michael

For the rest of the week, Anna carried herself differently. There was a new bounce in her step, a lightness to her movements, and she was in an exceptionally good mood. She made good use of my mouth nearly every day, more insatiable than ever. As Friday drew closer, her demands only intensified. She was ravenous. And I was more than happy to oblige.

That Friday, Anna arrived home early from work. The moment I saw her, I knew it had been another rough day. Her posture was tense now, her expression unreadable but edged with frustration. I wasted no time, quickly bringing her a glass of wine and kneeling at her feet, prepared to massage away the stress.

But she stopped me.

“Over the punishment stool. Now.”…

The Size of Desire – Part 3: What She Needed

The Size of Desire – Part 3: What She Needed

The energy in the room was like molasses—slow, thick, and sweet with anticipation. Mark was still kneeling. James had stepped back just slightly, still letting Mark’s hand rest against him, still letting the presence of his size loom between them all like a quiet truth.

Jenna sat on the couch, crossing her legs, sipping her whiskey. She looked relaxed. Powerful. Glowing in a way Mark hadn’t seen in years. Not because James was better. But because she was finally free to enjoy more.

“You ready for me now?” she asked James, her voice like velvet wrapped around iron.

James looked at her, that same easy smile on his face. “I’ve been ready.”

Mark looked at Alyssa, who was curled into the armchair next to him, legs tucked beneath her, swirling the ice in her glass. She caught his glance and gave a soft smile.

He wasn’t sure what he wanted in that moment—maybe just some touch, some invitation to share this moment with her too. Maybe some sense that he was more than just the lesser man in the room.…

The Size of Desire – Part 2: Suck It For Me

The Size of Desire – Part 2: Suck It For Me

Jenna's eyes sparkled with something between curiosity and command. She held James’ cock in both hands now, marveling like it was some rare, precious artifact.

“Mark,” she said gently, “I want you to feel it. Really feel it. The weight of it.”

Mark froze, unsure if his legs would carry him closer.

“James,” she asked, turning slightly, “can he touch it?”

James gave a calm nod. “Of course. If he wants to.”

And Mark did. Or at least, something inside him did. He wasn’t sure if it was hunger, humiliation, arousal, or submission. Maybe all of them at once. He kneeled in front of them—his own pants still at his ankles—and reached out. His fingers wrapped around the thick shaft Jenna had been holding moments before.…

The Size of Desire – Part 1: It Feels Heavy

The Size of Desire – Part 1: It Feels Heavy

It started like a hundred conversations before it—flirtatious banter across their kitchen island while sipping wine. But tonight, the teasing glances and the playful what-ifs finally had a destination. Jenna and Mark were going out with a purpose: to meet another couple at the bar they’d been texting with for weeks.

Their nerves were hidden behind polished smiles and the slight shakiness of their fingers when they touched each other’s hands. The couple they were meeting—Alyssa and James—were attractive, confident, and easygoing. The chemistry was instant. Not forced, not awkward. Just… aligned.

Jenna loved the way Alyssa held eye contact, how she laughed easily, how she touched James with an ease that came from years of good sex and deep understanding. And Mark was intrigued by James—tall, quiet but warm, and clearly a man who enjoyed watching things unfold just as much as taking part.

Two hours, four cocktails, and several “you two are adorable” compliments later, they found themselves in Alyssa and James’ loft—an open, tasteful space with sultry lighting and slow music humming in the background.

Mark offered to make drinks, giving himself a moment to regroup. He was riding that rush of nerves and arousal that comes with stepping into uncharted territory. Jenna looked radiant, energized. He loved seeing her this way—her laughter brighter, her skin flushed from the buzz and anticipation.

By the time he returned from the kitchen, everything had already changed.…

Adrian & Claire: Ethan’s Reclamation

Adrian & Claire: Ethan’s Reclamation

The hallway was quiet now.

Adrian’s rhythmic breathing drifted faintly from the guest room, a soft punctuation to the evening's earlier intensity. Claire lingered at the edge of the bedroom, hand resting on the doorframe, her robe half tied, her skin still flushed and radiant from the kind of orgasm only a man like Adrian could give her—uninhibited, consuming, so boldly masculine that it left her feeling both gloriously used and reverently divine.

She should have felt guilty. Sometimes, weeks ago, she did. But not tonight.

Tonight, Claire knew what she needed.

She stepped into the bedroom with purpose, pausing for a moment to soak in the sight that always struck her with such unexpected tenderness—Ethan, her husband, on his knees.

Waiting for her.…

Bowling – Part 2: Claimed and Loved

Bowling – Part 2: Claimed and Loved

After she came on my tongue—shuddering, gasping, her thighs quivering against my cheeks—she curled up beside me on the couch and kissed me deeply. The kind of kiss that tasted like forgiveness. Like ownership. Like love.

“I love how you take care of me,” she whispered against my lips. “Every inch of me. Even the messy parts.”

I could still taste the residue of her night with Ray on my lips, my chin slick from our ritual. But it didn’t feel like defeat. It felt like devotion. My heart was full. My cock? Aching. Straining.

I hadn’t even touched myself.

She smiled knowingly, one hand slipping over my crotch. Her fingers pressed down and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped me. It was almost painful, how badly I wanted to be inside her.

“I want you,” I whispered, barely able to breathe the words.…

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