Black Smurfette Novels & Stories

I felt a soft hand on my back some pretty - expensive perfume teased my nostrils as a very feminine voice whispered in my ear, tickling me with her hot breath. "Looking for me?" I smiled. The night just got more interesting. "It depends." "On what baby?" "Why don't you step out of my back, let me see what you look like." She did, and I gave a low whistle, she was a real pretty one she'd died her hair pink, and it seemed to match with her lips which surprisingly seemed free of lipstick or gloss -- probably did not want to hide the natural pink color of her lips. My mind flashed to another girl with beautiful lip color, a half Vampire, then, I intentionally took my mind of Amelia.

Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city. ❇❇❇ She couldn't believe what she was seeing. A seven-foot tall being, almost humanoid, was standing before her. His skin was green, and his body was built up like The Hulk, all muscular and weirdly contorted. The corners of his mouth went up to a smirk, showing his sharp, dirty canines inside. He was carrying a cell-like bag, and she could see some white orbs floating inside it. She gulped. "Luna, please calm down."

silhouettes that have adorned the mud flaps on semis for decades. The smurf was on hands and knees behind a bush. At one side of the bush her head and upper chest, suggesting a bit or cleavage, were peering out. The face looking very much like Rose with a "escaped with the cookie" smile. At the other end what looked like her bare bottom was sticking out because the bush was too small. The art was on both doors, with miniatures versions on the front and back. Sam had rigged a sort of NASA grade lo-jack and security system. Rose understood.