Memoirs of The Loft

By Mr Big

Michael looks back and describes the loves of his life. Set against the backdrop family and tragedy, love found, lost and restored.

Adults only. Chock full of burning hot and explicit Adult sexual material.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mr Big
• Release date: Sep 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310072468

Mr Big

To me, the visuality of an experience can be as erotic and potent as the actual experience itself. That is true for everything I have ever done. My writing goal is to always bring that powerful visuality to life on the page so that the reader can experience not only the visuality but the the experience itself, whatever it happens to be. But, more than anything else, I hope you enjoy reading my stories and that the visuality comes through and the story comes to life as you read it. I want to say thank you to anyone and everyone who ever went past my lackluster covers and read the story. From time to time I have a writing partner who helps me describe aspects of a variety of certain activities that I have not ever participated in. To her I cannot say thank you enough and she also is helping me with my covers, so they should improve. Lastly, I want to say my biggest thank you to the people, whoever you are, wherever you are, who actually pay a little something when you buy. Whoever you are, we both already know the fifty nine cents that I net is not the point. The fact that you think it is worth paying for says alot and your appreciation is gratefully valued and cherished. Thank you. Mr. Big

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Memoirs of The Loft

A Short Story

By Mr. Big and P. D.

All rights reserved. This entire book nor any part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any format; either print, electronic, digital, photographic or otherwise without permission.

This short story is a work of total fiction.

Although this fiction may be interlaced with real geographical places and real historical events that involve real historical people and real objects both natural and man made, it remains a work of total fiction. The characters, names, places, events, activities and organizations are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously or both. Any similarity to any persons, living, dead, or any person yet to be born or yet to live, business establishments, events, places or location(s) is entirely coincidental and unintentional. Neither the publisher nor the author is responsible for any opinion or commentary regarding this work from anyone or anywhere in the known or unknown universe that is not affiliated with the publisher or author.

Author's note:

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

ISBN: 9781310072468

Copyright Mr. Big and P.D. 2015

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Contents

Part One:

Lisa and Evelyn

Part Two:

Samantha and The Loft

My name is Michael. I have worked very hard and taken very good care of the people who work for me. I have been told that I am gentle and kind and that I am a better listener than talker. But, I am aggressive in business and

very, very successful. I am much older now but the story I am about to tell began in my college years and continued into my mid thirties. I was married but was eventually widowed. When that happened, for the second time in my life the life I once knew came to an end and a totally new life began.

Even though we are all much older now, I am still living that new life and I still love it very much. I guess I could say that I still want what I already have.

It is said that truth is stranger than fiction. I say that that is true. I will also say that finding love and feeling loved is rare. Even more rare is when you find that you are filled with an overwhelming feeling of belonging and of being loved. There is no betrayal in that feeling; it is there inside you, truthful, honest and total.

This is my story. My truth is stranger than fiction.

Part One

Lisa and Evelyn

1

I started my business as a young man and I guess you could say that right from the start I had an instinct for business. I chose only customers who had money, I gave them great service. I trained my staff to do the same. But I knew my own numbers as well. I worked hard and honest.

My story begins with the tragic death of my wife. She was killed in a horrific and totally avoidable car crash. I can not go into the details, I cannot bear to recount it. But it was horrible, a nightmare. It was not her fault, she was T-boned on the drivers side by an overloaded fuel oil truck.

I threw myself into my work not knowing what else to do. I spent almost all of my time at work and a lot of it was with my very sweet and hard working Administrative Assistant, Lisa. Lisa came highly recommended by the Director of the Secretarial School that she graduated from. She was very good at what she did and she was very sweet through and through. She had been with me for several years and was now in her mid twenties. She was always positive with everyone and I came to count on her tremendously.

But I must admit I genuinely liked her. She was from a good family who didn’t have much money but they raised her right and gave her everything they possibly could. She had beautiful long dark hair and wonderful skin. She possessed a smile and a laugh that was infectious. She was short with a near perfectly proportioned figure and she was a sight to behold in her very nice dresses and beautiful heels that she wore every day. She kept herself wonderfully trim and attractive through regular aerobics and she had been a cheerleader all through school. In addition to aerobics, she still kept her hand in cheerleading as a cheerleading assistant coach at her old High School. She was not the least bit bitchy and did not get upset easily either with the workload, other people in the office or with me.

Even though she did not make a lot of money in her position, I saw to it that she was paid better than any other administrative assistant and that she had liberal vacation and excellent healthcare benefits. I think it was because of that she was able to afford a nice little apartment.

A while after I lost my wife, I found myself attracted to Lisa’s genuine sweetness and her soft and warm personality. On many nights in her tiny yet cozy apartment I found shelter and salvation from my pain. I think that no man could have resisted her and I eventually loved her and I knew she loved me too. Neither one of us asked for it, but somehow we found it. It just plain happened.

Whenever Lisa would go on vacation, she always had Evelyn take her place. Lisa and Evelyn were classmates and friends in Secretarial School and graduated together. Evelyn had the exact same training as Lisa but preferred the accounting aspect as opposed to the purely secretarial aspect, so she worked in my accounting department. Evelyn was also highly recommended by the Director of the school and she handled the coordination of payables and receivables as an assistant to my finance director. Like Lisa, Evelyn did a wonderful job at her regular job and she also did a wonderful job filling in for Lisa. She was warm and sweet and was good with everyone. Plus, I think she appreciated the change every once in a while. She dressed the same as Lisa in very nice dresses and heels every day. Evelyn, also in her mid twenties, was also short with a near perfect figure. She kept her figure by doing a lot of recreational horseback riding but she was a recognized and very competitive barrel racer. Her family were farmers and she pitched in regularly with the hard work. I guess the combination of hard work and riding kept her trim and fit. Lisa and Evelyn looked and acted so much alike they could have easily passed as sisters. It was during one of Lisa’s two week vacations that I became involved with Evelyn.

Evelyn had a tiny apartment in one of the buildings on her family’s farm that wasn’t very far from the horse stables. I spent many burning hot nights there. But I have to say that it wasn’t just the passion, or more accurately the burning hot sex. I enjoyed her companionship and warmth just as much as I did Lisa’s. I did not realize it then, in fact it took me many years to conclude that I was overcompensating myself with the warmth of these two women over the loss of my wife. But I could not see that then and even if I could, I think I would not have stopped. I genuinely loved them both very much, in a deep and gentle way. To be clear, I was not trying to be a player or some kind of a stud. I simply loved them both and their love for me gave me an unbelievable, perhaps supernatural sense of belonging and warmth.

As time went on, I would see each one a couple of nights a week and on the weekends I looked forward to participating in their lives as much as I could. For a while I did not say anything to either one about the other, but I should have known better; they both knew from early on.

Then one day Lisa said that she needed to speak to me. In her cozy little apartment she sat very close to me on her couch, so close I could feel her warmth radiating from her. She was still wearing her very nice deep blue clingy Drape dress that she wore to work that day. That dress, one of my favorites accentuated all of her curves and it made me burn for her all day long. It showed just the right amount of her magnificent cleavage