The Simple Syrup

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The writing for this story is mostly going to be a bit sporadic. I'm mainly writing this to have a story that isn't so black and white, not every interest will be rotten to the core and our protagonist won't be fully free of remorse. It's going to attempt to have several choices without falling into the trap of having a few fleshed out plot lines with many dead ends. Most choices will be the illusion of choice, eventually reconvening with one main plot but letting you spice things up where it matters, sex. It may be a little slow burn, the protagonist isn't starting with powers right away. There also won't be much in the way of homosexual encounters or heavy .

Any praise or feedback (if constructive) is always, always appreciated. This is my first fore into erotic literature so I'm sure I'll make some common mistakes.

John Watz had a great life, a simple one to be sure, but cushier than most. He worked in tech sales; he flew across the world a couple times a month peddling software for a tech company and making hefty commissions. He had a loving girlfriend, with similar nerdy interests, straight blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, and curves that earned much envy from his pals for his catch.

Sure he didn't get as much time at home as he'd like, and he wasn't absent of wants or of relationship squabbles. But he had a home paid for, a nicer car, he was farther in life at 27 then most were at 50, he couldn't really complain.

But like all good things it all came to an end.