Soccer MILF

By Alana Church

Karen Miller was a bored housewife with a failing marriage. But a chance encounter at a soccer field brought her together with Bobby, a young man with a gorgeous body. Now the flames of passion are rising, and Karen has to make a decision. Will she risk all for love? Or will she be content to be just another Soccer MILF?

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“Karen,” he whispered, and then his lips were on hers, their touch setting alight a fiery blaze of passion in her body.

Soft. His lips were so soft on hers. Not demanding. He kissed her with the tender expertise of a man who did not have to prove anything, who was more than willing to accept what she had to offer. And who would stop when she drew the line.

But at the moment, she was not willing to draw a line at all. His careful restraint made her want more from him. She opened her lips eagerly, her tongue reaching for his. A gentle, teasing greeting, and then she assaulted him, her tongue tangling with his in a dance of desire. She reached up, weaving her fingers into his hair, holding him captive in a loving prison.

Kissing, licking, stroking his lips with her tongue, she fell upwards into the skies of ecstasy. Every touch only served to drive her desire higher. A lust-fogged part of her brain could only wonder at how quickly she had fallen under his spell. God, and we're only making out right now. What happens when we go further?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Oct 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370404056

Alana Church

Born and raised in Illinois, Alana attended the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, graduating with a degree in Education in 1994. She soon found out that the teaching life was not for her, and after a series of adventures has settled down in the Chicago suburbs, where she works for a telecommunications company.Alana lives alone, surrounded by books, pictures, a pile of story ideas, and a turtle named Pedro.

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Soccer MILF

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2016 Alana Church

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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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Oh, Sweet Jesus, would you look at that one?

Ow! exclaimed Karen Miller. With an effort, she pried her best friend's hand off her arm, shaking it gingerly. Damn it, Tonya, you're going to give me bruises if you keep that up.

Tonya Jackson leaned back in her camp chair and laughed throatily. Girl, you got to relax. And keep an eye on all this fresh meat. She nodded at the young man refereeing the soccer game they were half-watching. Have you ever seen a better ass in your life?

Karen frowned at Tonya's coarse language. Yes. On my husband.

Bullshit. That white boy's butt is better than Troy's ever was. And I should know. I saw it often enough when we were all living together back in school.

Shhh! Karen looked around nervously, but everyone else at the soccer field seemed to be concentrating on the game. Which was, as far as Karen was concerned, an exercise in futility. The twenty-odd children, all around five and six years old, moved up and down the field in what could only be described as a kind of huddled clump. Dozens of feet all kicked at the ball at the same time, with the result that the ball never really went anywhere. Occasionally it would break loose, and a small child would go hurtling down the field in pursuit, trailed by the eager yells of his or her parents. But before she could reach the goal, she would inevitably trip over her own feet, or get caught by members of the opposing team, and the whole tedious process would start over again. In four games so far, Karen had witnessed a grand total of two goals, both the result of the goalie falling down, which had allowed the soccer ball to somehow dribble over the goal line.

Come on, Karen. Admit it. You need a man. Weren't you telling me last week that Troy has barely touched you since Brittany was born?

Karen flushed under her friend's shrewd gaze, regretting the two glasses of wine at the Mexican restaurant which had prompted the confession.

But it was true. She and Troy had been like a pair of jackrabbits all through her last two years of college. Once they were married and started their careers, she had thrown out her birth control without a second thought. It had been only a matter of weeks before she was pregnant with Brittany, much to Troy's barely-disguised dismay. But after her darling, blond-haired daughter was born, Troy's sexual appetite where she was concerned had wavered between lukewarm and nonexistent. True, it had taken her some time before she had shed the pounds she had gained while she was pregnant with his daughter. But with a healthy diet and good exercise, she was back at her college weight. The stretch-marks on her belly, thanks to her exercise regimen, had all but completely vanished. And her breasts were as full and firm as they had been before Brittany was born.

Tonya was no dummy. The dark-skinned woman caught both her flush, and the reasons behind it. Her voice gentled, losing some of the tough-girl attitude she loved to project, a remnant of the girl who had clawed her way out of the projects in Chicago to become one of the top assistant district attorneys in Illinois. "Karen, I know it's hard. But you're going to have to make a choice sooner or later. If your man don't treat you right, then you need another man.

How long has it been?

Two months. The quiet admission escaped her lips before she had a chance to control it.

Tonya's jaw fell open in disbelief. "Looking the way you do? What the fuck is wrong with that boy? Back when we were all in school, he couldn't keep his pecker in his pants for more than two minutes. She scowled as a thought struck her. Or is he getting some action on the side? I know I've caught him looking at me once or twice. If you think he is, Karen, you just let me know. I know a couple of divorce lawyers who will skin him so fine there won't be nothing left of him but a pile of damn bones."

Karen grimaced. If Troy had checked out her lushly rounded, dark-skinned friend, she couldn't entirely blame him. But she didn't feel like discussing the minutia of her love life where anyone could hear her. Just drop it for now, Tonya, okay? I don't want to think about it. Yes, my husband barely touches me in bed. No, I don't know if he's having an affair. Yes, I still care for him. Yes, he works long hours. But so do I. And that's no sin. No, I'm not looking for another man. A long pause. Yet.

Her friend looked like she wanted to press the issue, but instead sighed and nodded grudgingly. The set of her jaw, however, told Karen she wouldn't be able to put off the subject indefinitely.

And I don't want to. Not really. She had suspected for months that her marriage was foundering. Whether it was due to infidelity on the part of her husband, or the slow unraveling of a relationship founded on little more than mutual