Blue Jean Commerical (explicit)

Digging through some old writing the other day, I came across a very short piece I'd written several years ago. It amused me, and even brought a "yeah" and a chuckle from my DH, so I decided to share this little bit of man-POV with you. Fair warning, it may be short, but it's explicit. Enjoy! 

Blue Jean Commerical

story © Ayla Ruse

He is absorbed. 

The image flashes across the screen and his imagination flies away. What does her body look like beneath those clothes? If he could, he'd peel those jeans off her ass and prop her up on short display. 

His mind is hypnotized. 

Just to look. 

Just to touch. 

Just to smell and feel and kiss. 

Just to fuck. 

Just let me ram my cock between those cheeks one time and 

I'll die a happy man. 

He smiles. 

He can almost feel her pussy, hot and wet, sucking him in deeper and deeper. 

"Fuck me hard," she demands. 

He complies by slamming himself home. 

She shrieks how she loves the feel of his dick and that she can't get enough. 

He moves faster, grabbing tight to her ass as he gets hornier. He's ready to come and she screams loud through her orgasm. He pulls out quickly and shoots his cum over her back. 

The image soon fades. He wipes off the sweat off his brow and gazes sideways to his wife sitting quietly next to him. 

The blue jean commercial is long over.

Image © Markomarcello - Fotolia.com

Explicit Excerpt for your Hump Day Humps

It's Wednesday and I'm joining Marteeka Karland again for her weekly Hump Day Humps. 

Today I'm bringing you a scintillating excerpt from the tale Five Courses. It's my story in the latest anthology out from Total e-Bound, Whip It Up!, on sale now. 

Hope this tidbit helps get you through your week. ;-)

Here’s your excerpt: 

"Ohhh," she groaned. Mike sank his finger between her folds and deep into her channel. Her muscles gripped him hard and when he wiggled the digit, she felt every twitch through to her toes. 

"Open your eyes, sweetheart," Trent whispered. He rested back over the counter, the bowl now between them. He raised the spoon and let the pale mixture pour slowly back into the bowl. "I take it you've never sucked a guy off either, have you?" His whisper caressed her skin and she shivered even as she went up on her toes. Mike pumped his finger in and out of her--feeling Mike behind her while Trent talked right in front of her was screwing with her brain. She'd never been so sexually open. And under bright industrial lights, too. 

She shook her head while staring at the late-night stubble on Trent's jaw, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch him. He allowed one stroke before turning his head to capture her forefinger between his lips. He nipped the tip, then spoke again. "Keep your finger out. Yes, just like that." 

Trent drizzled the mix over the tip of her finger. Then he sucked it into his mouth, closing over the knuckle and swirling his tongue against her. Melissa couldn't have held back her moan if she'd been ordered. 

When Trent released her finger, he'd eaten all the syrup off. "Now you try it," he told her, extending his forefinger towards her. She opened her mouth. "Wait," he said, and dribbled the syrup over his finger. The entire finger. "Lick the glaze from my finger. Use only your tongue."

She stuck her tongue out and with the tip, tentatively swiped at the glaze. She tasted it, and a sweet, tangy lemon flavour burst over her tongue. 

"Melissa." Trent sounded exasperated. "Open you mouth and lick. The syrup. Off. My. Finger. Then you'll get to do it from my cock."

Melissa sucked in a breath.

"Problem?" Trent asked.

"I'm not used to the way you talk," she admitted, hoping they'd use more user-friendly terms, like 'private parts', or something.

Mike had dropped to his knees behind her and his hot breath fanned her inner leg. "She's like a faucet down here, Trent," Mike announced, his voice sounding like he was beaming with pride.

"I imagined so," Trent answered, before sucking the glaze off his finger, smiling at Melissa and addressing her comment. "I like to be blunt. Less room for confusion. So you're not one to talk dirty, hmm? That's okay. Mike and I'll do it enough for you as well."

A devilish gleam lit his eye and the corner of his mouth twitched. He pushed the bowl out of the way and captured her chin in his hand. His voice lowered. Not into a whisper, but into another timbre. "Mike's about to put his mouth on your pussy and eat you out. Pretty soon, you're going to wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock and suck me until I come. We'll fuck you in your cunt and we'll fuck your ass, and you're going to take it all, begging for more while you come over and over."

Trent emphasised every naughty word and she flushed with each mention. She'd never felt so exposed and, despite the part of her that wanted to say his words were wrong, she craved what he promised.

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What deicious fun--and these three are only on course one. Just wait until you see what else they come up with! 

Thanks for sharing some of your Wednesday with me. Don't forget to hop back to Marteeka's to enjoy other Humps!

You can find this anthology, Whip It Up! at any of these great booksellers:

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All Romance eBooks

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An Explicit Hump Day Hump for You

Welcome to Wednesday and to the Hump Day Humps, courtesy of Marteeka Karland. Immerse yourself in the following excerpt (for mature adults only), then click on the banner below to see who else is partaking in this sexy endeavor. 

The following excerpt is from my latest Changeling Press release, To Free a Djinn. Click here for more information on (and to purchase) the book. Be forewarned, I jump right on in here. ;-)


Explicit Excerpt from To Free a Djinn
by Ayla Ruse

Releasing Nico's cock long enough to pull out Justin's, Rebecca shivered with excitement. There was a time, centuries ago, she'd belonged to powerful sheiks who hadn't minded sharing her.
 
She hadn't lied to Justin and Nico. Pleasing both of them right now made her nipples hard and her pussy throb.
 
She tugged on Justin's leg until he set his butt against the counter, hip to hip with Nico. One man tall, dark, dressed in jeans and a black pullover. The other, decked out in dress slacks and a white shirt. Both had their gazes glued to her. She licked her lips and thrilled at the simultaneous jerk of their erections.

Leaning forward, she ran her tongue up and down the underside of Justin's cock. He watched her but didn't say a word. Nico ran his fingers though her hair, tucking it behind her ear, and she smiled at the men. Keeping eye contact with Justin, she sucked his thick cock into her mouth. Her lips remained tight around his shaft, and she licked him constantly when he shifted his hips, pressing farther, deeper. Without taking his eyes from hers, Justin pushed Nico's fingers away, held her head in both hands, and encouraged her to take as much of him as she could.

Justin was huge -- both men were -- but whereas Nico was long, Justin was thick. She gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat, but he waited for her to adjust. When she gave a little nod, he pushed even more of himself into her mouth.

When he let pressure off her head, she slid back oh, so slowly and tightly, sucking hard the entire time. His groan was music to her ears.

She flicked her tongue around the thick crown and deep throated him a few more times before switching back to Nico.

"That's it, Rebecca," Nico praised as he let her control her movements. Nico gripped the edge of the counter behind him.

She kept her fists closed tight around them, pumping and working her mouth on first one, then the other. Back and forth she went, physically tugging the men closer at each pass until they'd tilted their hips toward one another and their cocks touched tip to tip.

Feeling naughty, she tugged one more time and rubbed the smooth crowns together while she ran her tongue over and between both. She angled them, allowing her to suck the bulbous head of each into her mouth at the same time.

By this time, all three of them were moaning. Justin and Nico's hands stroked her hair, and she sucked at a furious pace. Her saliva dripped down her chin, down their shafts and off the base of their cocks.

"Oh, Justin, Nico. Come for me. Please." Rebecca couldn't wait to taste them on her tongue.

She liked the rumble of Justin's choked laugh. "Rebecca, baby, we aren't used to doing what our sub commands, but in this instance, we're happy to comply."

Nico surged into her hand and she turned her head just as the first spurt of his come jetted out. She captured the shot on her tongue before his jerking cock spewed his seed across her cheek. She lapped at him until she felt the telltale throb in Justin's cock. Again, she opened her mouth to capture his release. She continued to pump and lick as they groaned and came all over her face -- just as Braden had earlier commanded. She didn't release them until their cocks were clean.

Justin pulled away first. Nico followed, and something unspoken passed between them. Before Rebecca could understand exactly what, Justin pulled her to her feet, twisted her around, and lifted her up to the makeup counter.

"What?" she started, but the men weren't in the mood to talk. Her butt had hardly met the counter before Justin pulled her legs over his shoulders and buried his head between her thighs.

"Oooh," she cried, trailing her fingers though his thick head of hair. His tongue pushed against the sheer fabric of her pants, soaking the material with her own wetness. He lapped at her through the material, and she felt every touch through the gauze. Her pussy hadn't had this kind of attention in more years than she could remember. Most of her Masters wanted their own pleasure with little thought to her needs. These men knew what they were doing, and she stifled the regret she couldn't be so lucky as to be theirs.

Not to be outdone, Nico tugged open her vest and pulled one of her nipples into his hot mouth, his tongue lashing across the tip and his teeth nipping hard. Rebecca tightened her fingers in his long hair. Not so much to pull him off, but because she loved the rough attention. To encourage more from him, she thrust out her chest and shoved her breast further into Nico's mouth.

"Oh, Justin. Nico. I want more. Yes!"

She was close to coming. The men ravished her, and she thrilled at the sensations. Her body thrummed with excitement between them. Her need spiraled up, tighter and tighter, then --

Then she felt a different pull. Braden was calling to her. Now. Insistent. She felt the new command in every fiber of her being and, despite anything she wanted, she couldn't ignore her master's command.

"No!" she screamed, seconds before her orgasm, and seconds before her body disappeared in a blaze of blue and green flames.

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Thanks for sharing a bit of your Hump Day with me. See you around~
Ayla

Free Read available at Smashwords

I can think of very few things to start my weekend off better than with a freebie. Throw in some hot sex and I don't know about you, but I'm hooked. 

Out now at Smashwords is a short Encounter called With Toys. This free scene takes place after the story, Her Sexy Side, ends. It's short, it's hot, and it has a fun new toy for Kiera. 

In the novella Her Sexy Side, Kiera discovers she has a naughty nature, but only with the love of her life, Max. In With Toys, she explores how wicked she can be when she buys a toy for herself...or will she be caught? 

          “Are you asleep?” Kiera whispered. No response. Good. Taking a peek in the dim moonlight at Max, Kiera slipped quietly off the mattress and felt under the bed for the unmarked box she’d received in the mail today.

          When she closed her hands around the cardboard, she bit her lip, unsure if she was more nervous or excited. With another quick look at her sleeping husband, she crept to the bathroom, closed the door and sat on the toilet lid. Working as quietly as she could, Kiera opened the box, pushed through the packaging and pulled out her prize: another box. This one, though, displayed a neon pink, vibrating and waterproofed penis complete with a suction cup base. She’d gone the expensive route.

          "Wow," she exclaimed. When she pulled the toy out of the packaging, she gasped with delight and tapped her toes on the ceramic floor. My first vibrator.

Grab yourself this sexy freebie from Smashwords today in your favorite ebook format!

Have a great weekend~
Ayla 

Wednesday means a Hump for you!

I missed out the past week or two, sorry. But I'm back this week with another scintilating, exciting, sexy (read: rated R) excerpt. 

Read, enjoy, then jump back to Marteeka's place to read others' Humps!

Today I'm giving you a peek at an older story of mine, Malathix Soul: Soulless. When I went to pick out a new excerpt for today, I ended up reading the whole book again! I'd forgotten how much I loved this tale of an alien who fights his internal, real beast in order to find his soul-bearer, Laya. The story is dark, very intense and sexy as hell. 

The piece you're going to read today is where Theradon is about to lose himself to his homicidal beast. His best friend (Camden - who has his own story in book 3, Jagged) is with him, trying to keep Theradon sane as well as find the elusive Laya. 

Soulless
Malathix Soul #1
by Ayla Ruse

Genre/Themes: Futuristic, Action/Adventure, Science Fiction, Erotic Romance, Dark Desire

Excerpt: 

The waitress who had served them earlier walked past, brushing her breasts against his shoulder. Theradon stiffened, his cock growing painfully hard. His hand, wrapped around the thick glass, tightened as his nails began to lengthen into serrated claws. His gaze took in the raucous bar, and he envisioned it bathed in blood, warm bodies lying battered and torn by his own hands while others writhed naked amid the carnage, slaves begging him to be fucked next.

He didn’t need this shit now.

“Camden.” Theradon’s voice sounded far off even to his ears, and Camden had his attention fixed on the fight breaking up. Did his friend even hear him?

The waitress backed up as if he’d called her. Had he? She pulled her shirt up to expose large, bare breasts. He shifted in his seat and faced her completely, allowing her to openly ogle the erection pressed hard and tight inside his leather pants. When her tongue swiped over plump, red-stained lips, he imagined his cock sliding into the wetness of her mouth and down her throat. She’d gag, but he wouldn’t care. He had to feel her throat close over him. He’d make her suck him hard. As if he spoke this out loud, her knees hit the floor and she reached for his pants. He thrust his hips forward in encouragement. Before she could work at the zipper, a blow snapped his head to the side.

“Theradon! Damn it, break out of it!”

Theradon heard Camden’s voice over the ringing in his ears. He shook his head and growled, fighting to keep the beast locked away. To distract himself, he picked up his glass and drank the entire contents in one swallow, the sharp burn of the dry ice settling like steel bullets in the pit of his stomach. He spotted the smear of blood on the rim of his glass, and he cursed. His mouth ached as he waited for his twin rows of razored teeth to recede.

“You wanted me, sugar?” The waitress’s strong fingers rubbed his cock through the leather.

His fragile attention drawn once more, he almost gave in.

Whack! Gods damn it, Camden had hit him again. Squeezing his eyes closed, Theradon cursed. He sensed more than heard Camden getting rid of the waitress. Lifting his head, he inhaled deeply, finding and holding on to Laya’s scent. His only lifeline.

“Fuck, Theradon. You weren’t shitting me. You are close.”

Theradon didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. Camden had to know what it was like to fight their soulless natures. It hadn’t been too long ago when Camden had fought for control of his own beast. If he hadn’t found and claimed Deidre, the human woman who hosted his soul, Theradon would have been forced to end his best friend.

Another woman walked by, and damn it all if the bitch didn’t push her tits against his shoulder. His cock strained and his beast bucked hard.

Fuck it, no more waiting. He couldn’t let himself go over, especially not in a crowd. He’d do whatever was necessary to get Laya to come to him, to make her his own.

“C’mon, Camden. Let’s go find her. If this doesn’t work, you know what you need to do.” He stopped and held Camden’s gaze. “Don’t let me go over.”

He stood, ready to search the place top to bottom, only to see Laya standing not three feet from their table, boldly meeting his gaze.

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Have a fantastic day,

Ayla

Blog Hop Day 3: Picture Day!

Today is the third day of the When Sparks Fly Blog Hop, which runs through midnight EST, July 8 (Monday). 

The way I ask you to participate in these hops is simple. I post on my blog during these days, you comment on the post, *leaving a contact email addy* (once per day if you feel so moved), and when the hop is over, I will collect all the entrants, use random.org to make a selection, and the winner will be awarded a $10 gift certificate to the winner's choice of amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com.

Thank you for bearing through the necessities. Now onto the goody parts. *wink*

I LOVE pictures! Don't you? I become so inspired by looking at an image another captured. I get story ideas, I daydream, or sometimes I simply admire. 

In honor of Saturday, this blog hop, erotic romance and great pics in general, please enjoy what I have for you today!

© bartekwardziak - Fotolia.com

© Andrei vishnyakov - Fotolia.com

© tankist276 - Fotolia.com

© Cyril Comtat - Fotolia.com

*sigh* I hope this perks up your Saturday as much as it does mine. ;-)

Remember to hop on over here to visit the other great authors in the blog hop, and I'll see you tomorrow! 

Ayla
 

Hump Day Hump: Party Girl

Welcome to another sexy Wednesday and another installment of Marteeka's Hump Day Humps! This week, enjoy a sinful snippet from Soul Debt: Party Girl, a recent release of mine from Changeling Press. 


"Santos." Erin's voice trembled, and her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't seen him in probably a year. She'd had the biggest crush on him, back before she knew how to talk and flirt with men. Something dark flitted across her thoughts, that there was more to her memories than what she knew, but she shook it off. Despite the fact they'd hardly ever said two words to each other, she'd always felt drawn to him. Strange.

"Hello, Erin." His voice felt like he'd run a firm hand up her spine. She shivered and stepped back to let him in. His eyes never left hers and she took a deep breath.
 
He grinned, but it wasn't as welcoming as she'd expected. He seemed grim. Determined.
 
"Your year is up," he explained in his deep voice, stepping over the threshold. "It's time to repay your debt."
 
"My debt?"
 
He shut the door behind him and stroked her cheek. "Yes. Your debt." He ran a rough thumb across her lips before tilting her chin back. "Remember."
 
His word was a command and worked as a key to a hidden lock inside herself. Those flittering, dark memories poured through her and she remembered. Everything.
 
Santos. Nirvana. Sex. A contract. Popularity.
 
Time skittered ahead and she saw herself over this past year, how she'd become more confident, how her number of friends had increased and how her sex life had begun to... hell, she'd actually started to have a sex life.
 
"It's been a trick," she said softly. Something vital had been missing from her life as her popularity had grown, but she'd ignored the empty feeling because she'd had no idea what could fill that hole.
 
"No. No trick, Erin. It's a contract. You indebted yourself to us with your soul as collateral. It's time. You do want your soul back, don't you?"
 
Goosebumps sprang up over her skin and she stepped back, not sure anymore if she should be overjoyed or scared at his return. But his words made her realize it was her soul that'd been missing.
 
"Yes, I want it back. But I thought Nirvana would handle that."
 
Santos chuckled low and deep, the sound reaching out to wind its way around her spine. "You forget. She's the Negotiator. I'm the Collector. If my luck holds out, you won't ever see Nirvana again."
 
"Oh."
 
He gazed at her as if expecting her to say more. Erin remembered now how they'd set the contract up, and her body trembled with desire. They'd... she and Nirvana had... Santos had... Images of hot sex and warm flesh flashed in front of her. Yes, that had been the most amazing sexual experience ever. Why hadn't she remembered any of this before now? She looked into Santos' eyes and felt herself falling into the dark depths there. He wanted her to accept what she remembered and, probably, what would come. Amazing.
 
"Erin. Are you ready to begin repaying your debt?"
 
She bit her lip, hoping her eagerness didn't show. "Let me guess. It involves sex, doesn't it?"
 
Santos flashed a tight grin. "Yes. Contracts always end in a similar fashion to how they began."
 
Erin applauded herself for her outward calm because inside she shouted and yelled, yes, yes, yes! Sex with Santos. Again. Could life get any better?
 
She nodded.
 
"Words, Erin. I need the words."
 
"Yes, Santos. I want to have sex with you again. Um, I mean, I'm ready to repay my debt."
 
He didn't drop his eyes from hers, and forced her to walk backward toward the den. The loud music added to her growing excitement. Her pussy throbbed and her panties grew wet with every brush of his body against hers.
 
"My room is --"
 
She never got a chance to tell him anything else because he stopped and twirled her around. Her leg bumped the counter separating the dining room from the den, and she reached out to keep from falling over.
 
Without warning, he grabbed the neckline at the back of her emerald dress and yanked. Her dress split completely in half. She shuddered, but stood motionless under his command. He pushed the dress off her body and stripped off her bra and panties. He left her in thigh highs and heels, then pushed her down over the counter.
 
Realizing his intent, Erin shoved bowls of chips, dip and finger foods out of the way as his large hands held her down. Bowls crashed to the floor, and bits of food that had been knocked over found themselves smeared over her belly and chest.
 
With wide eyes, she stared at the other people; these friends of hers, in her home, and for a brief moment, felt an exhilaration such as she'd never known.
 
"You'd damn well better be wet," Santos warned, seconds before he lined his cock up to her pussy and slammed into her.
 
Hell, yes, she was wet. He fucked her hard and she pushed up to her elbows, thrilled at how he filled her body and how she was the center of attention. She'd always wanted to be fucked in public. She remembered now how Santos and Nirvana had screwed her at that party last year. How everyone else got off on their actions, and an orgy had ensued as a result. She wasn't sure how that party had ended, as the next memory she'd had was waking up in her own bed, exhausted.
 
Since then, she'd dreamed of having a handsome hunk take her while everyone watched. In envy, in greed, in fascination. This was the popularity she wanted. Look but don't touch, she mentally told everyone. Don't you wish your man would fuck you like this? she taunted them now behind her smile.
 
Santos was huge. She'd forgotten over the past year, but the extra-tight fit of him inside her caused a burn that only made her hotter.
 
Someone had shut the music off, and no one spoke. The wet sounds of his body slamming into her over and over, along with their grunts and pants, bounced around the room. Erin wanted to shout with joy and tell everyone to join in. She could just imagine her party turning into an orgy, with her being the queen. Everyone here would want to fuck her, she was sure of it now, but she'd get to pick and choose who could have her.
If this was indeed her repayment, she'd have her soul back before the night was over. This was too easy. Maybe difficult for others, but this was the ultimate pleasure for her.
 
Santos grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged gently. She groaned at the pull on her scalp and shoved her hips back to meet his every thrust. "More," she demanded. "Harder, Santos. I want everyone to know how amazing you fuck."
 
He didn't disappoint. He changed the angle of his thrusts and tightened his hand in her hair, forcing her to raise her upper body. Her breasts bounced, her nipples firmed into hard little pebbles and her chest and belly were spotted with food.
 
"Come for me," he ordered, making her head tilt back until her neck hurt. "Come!" 

*************
Whew! And this snippet is barely the tip of the iceberg of what Erin experiences. Party Girl wets your whistle for menage, bi and more, magic, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dark desire, and a club full of horny demons. Wanna read more? Pick up your copy here!

And do not forget to click here to go back to Marteeka's page where you can read more delicious sexy bits to help you get through your week!

Have a hump-fabulous day!
Ayla

Hump Day Hump from Her Sexy Side

Happy Wednesday, Everyone!

Today I'm doing something I've never done before. (sly wink) I've joined up with Marteeka Karland and several other great authors to bring you Hump Day Humps. 

Below is a quite explicit and exciting excerpt from my latest release, Her Sexy Side. Enjoy, then click on the banner above and help yourself get through the week with the other humps being posted. 

Excerpt from Her Sexy Side by Ayla Ruse:

“Come here and hold out your hands,” Max told her as he stepped down from the chair and moved it aside.

Kiera did as he asked, nervously waiting as he took her hands and wrapped each into the looped scarves overhead. The effect was that she was now strung up, gripping the silky material, her body facing the forest on the other side of the patio.

“Whatever happens,” he instructed, “do not let go of these, got me?”

He hadn’t truly tied her up -- she could unravel her hands if she wanted -- but she’d seen his drawing. Even though she’d thought she’d be tied to a bed, she was flexible and wanted the promise of his art. Even if being exposed, outside, in the early evening made her anxious. “Yes, I get it.”

He stood in front of her and untied her belt. Pushing the robe open, his eyes lit up when he smoothed his hands over her breasts.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of these,” he murmured, ducking to place his mouth over her nipple.

She pressed her lips together, hyper aware they were outside her apartment. She would not make a single sound, even if it killed her.

“You, ah, aren’t planning on us making love out here, are you?”

“I absolutely am.”

“Max.” She drew out his name.

“What? You’re on the third floor. It’s not like someone can come walking up and see you. Your apartment faces a forest. No one can see anything.”

“But they can hear me.”

“Anybody there?” Max shouted.

“Max!”

They both went silent. When there was no response, Max shrugged, wrapped his hands around her waist and returned to feast on her breasts.

Kiera muffled her cries as he worked her breasts and nipples. He plucked one, twisted the other, nipped one, licked the other, and back and forth he went with his mouth and his hands until she squirmed and pulled tight on the scarves and wished she had a bed to lie down upon.

She rubbed her thighs together, the sensation of his attention to her upper body sending streaks of fire between her legs. When he shoved his leg between hers, she shamelessly rode his thigh, seeking relief.

Her orgasm came from out of nowhere. One minute she was writhing over him, sucking in air through her nose and pressing her lips together to prevent her moans from escaping, and the next minute she shot upward, her thighs squeezing his, her hands in a death grip on the scarves and her lip near bleeding from how hard she worked to remain quiet.

“I love how you respond, Kiera,” Max murmured against her ear. “I want more.”

“You always want more,” she teased, breathing hard.

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Hope you enjoyed the hump! You can read more about Max and Kiera by picking up a copy of Her Sexy Side. Just click here. 

Remember, too, to click on the Hump Day Humps Banner at the top of the page to read more humps. *grin* Have a great rest-of-your-week!

~Ayla