Soccer Moms Are the Best: True Stories From My Life

By Thomas Donovan

True stories from my life. I have been a soccer coach for a long time, now on older days as I sit here look back upon everything I come to think about how much I actually experienced. On the field, off the field. In the bedrooms. Soccer moms are a hot breed, they tend to express their gratitude for my job a little more than others do. And I wasn't saying no. Not at all, I took what I got and it was plenty. I am not going to bother you with a lot of side details, I am going to the good stuff straight away, telling you how the first time happened and what we did. In the bed, in the backseats and other fun places. These are just a few selected stories I am trying to tell, unfortunately I get so excited when I think about the moms and what we did together so when I write I might get a little wrong on the typing. Enjoy, and if it goes well I might be able to tell you more true stories.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WritingsForTheMuse
• Release date: Mar 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005733094

Thomas Donovan

Writing books based upon personal experiences throughout my life as I sit and think back on everything that has happened the many years I have walked this earth.For starters, I do apologize for my quality in writing, I am not a professional author. Just a mere man trying to tell stories of experience before my time has come. Somehow I believe it is more important to share the content of the story than how it is written. I might be wrong but that is just me. I hope you don't mind.Single as single can be, I have tried it all and nothing has been everlasting with me. I have been overly sexual to have a steady relationship, so many women have tempted me, and too many I have given in to. With pleasure, I must add.For the time being, I live in Cork, Ireland at the moment with my cat, Mustafa. We both love it here, but I am a very private man in my personal life, I do enjoy several pints and a wee dram at my favorite pub, An Bodhran.But do not come and look for me, I am not going by my real name as you might expect.Instead, take a trip down memory lane and enjoy my erotic and sometimes pornographic memories.WritingsForTheMuse is a group of men and women who get together one way or another to share sexual fantasies, either real or made up. They drink too much and then they try and put it all into stories. Sometimes succeeding, sometimes not so much.

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SOCCER MOMS ARE THE BEST

SOCCER MOMS ARE THE BEST

TRUE STORIES FROM MY LIFE

THOMAS DONOVAN

PUBLISHED BY WRITINGSFORTHEMUSE 2021

CONTENTS

A Word

Tina

Dannie: The Canadian Soccer Mom

Sandra: Soccer Mom At The Club Office

Caroline

Lauren

Michelle: A Soccer Mom Re-Visited

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ISBN: 9781005733094

First Edition: March 21, 2021

Written by Thomas Donovan

Soccer Moms Are The Best: True Stories From My Life

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A WORD

What you are about to read is true.

The only thing I have changed are the names and locations, but everything else is what I have experienced in my long life.

The stories are short, I have tried to tell you the first time I got with them or how it progressed to get there. If I get a decent response from the stories, I will gladly tell more. These are just a few of all there is. And there are plenty to tell you from thirty odd years of coaching.

Thinking back at those times at the age I am now, makes me miss those days. I miss the women. I miss all the wild sex I had with them.

I miss all the Soccer moms that I got to meet and have a good time with.

TINA

Tina was the first one. Well, let me put it this way, she is the first one that I can tell you about. Today’s society won’t let me tell you what I did many times before I turned eighteen but it was other times. Better times. But the women were the same.

Tina was the manager for the team I played for my last year as a player. I had just turned eighteen and we had a few brief moments together that I had not expected. Thinking back at them I wish I could be with her again.

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Growing up, I was just another one of those boys who wanted to become a professional footballer whose dream later on would be shattered for one reason or another. Mine got shattered because of an injury

I was actually quite good of a player but I didn’t have the focus or the will power, especially for the pre-season workouts. The games were fun to play though, it was one of the few reasons I actually kept on going as long as I did.

Tina was a different kind of manager. She had played the game herself, and somehow, we hit it off. Don’t get me wrong. Her husband Eric was the Head-Coach for the team, so at the time we were just good friends. Kinda weird though, calling her my friend. I was eighteen and she was thirty-nine.

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She knew the banter, and how to swear like a sailor after a loss. All the guys enjoyed having her around, it made the atmosphere a little different and kept our coaching staff grounded. Her and I ended up talking as much as we could about soccer, about the game’s that we had played, what could be improved and so on. She really could tear into what we had done wrong. More so than Eric ever did.

Tina always wore baggy clothes around the team so it was difficult to see what she really looked like. We joked that it was Eric who always picked out her clothes and he wasn’t very good at it.

None of the guys was that attracted to her, I sure wasn’t. She was decent looking, nothing that would stand out in a crowd though. At that time, I would not be able to comment on her figure since her choice of clothing always hid it. But I think it was her personality that made her so attractive anyway.

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The others on the team had girlfriends, I was the only one single. She had left me at Christmas, claiming I was not good enough for her. So, the spring season was not the most enjoyable, I threw myself into training and working out.

My body transformed, I began looking really good and I took better care of myself. Girls began to take interest in me, I got laid a lot but I never found anyone that I wanted to date.

We ended undefeated before Summer’s break and got invited to a team party at Eric and Tina’s house.

My dad drove me there and took off as soon as I had closed the door behind me.

‘Call when you want to be picked up.’

Last thing he said before I got out.

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The party was awesome, they had really gone all the way out. First of all their house was amazing. Almost like a Southern style mansion with a big pool in the backyard. I had missed that memo. I wouldn’t have minded living in a place like that instead of the ranch style piece of junk we had.

I helped out serving, cleaning and just being on my own, laughing at the jokes on my expense, watching my team mates make out with their girls. I didn’t mind. I was like whatever.

’There he is. I’ve been looking for you.’

I heard Tina’s voice behind me, it was so soft and it tickled me weirdly below the belt. Turning around I looked at her, still wearing her baggy clothes, she was waving to me in the air.

’Your mom just called and told me to let you know to call her. You had left you phone at home.’

Pointing towards the kitchen she said to use the phone there.

Letting out a loud sigh, I held a thumb up as I walked slowly over to where she had told me, and called my mom.

’Finally, you are alive. Why didn’t you bring your phone?’

She was yelling into the phone. Not letting me have a word in the call.

‘Do you think you can get a ride home from someone? Your dad forgot we were supposed to pick you up later and he just had a drink. You know when he starts there’s no limit. I am so sorry.’

’Sure, thing mom. No problem. I see you later.’

Hanging up I was not surprised. My dad had probably opened a beer as soon as he walked in through the doors with me being the