Shemale Sorceress

The shemale sorceress appeared at the masquerade party wearing a long flowing purple gown that matched the color of her eyes. Her long raven-black hair went down to the middle of her back and she wore purple lipstick that glimmered in the light. In her hand was a straight wooden six foot staff with a crystal on its end. Several of the party goers, both male and female, stopped in their tracks to admire her beauty. They wondered which super model the shemale sorceress was.

She approached the host of the masquerade party, who was a recently widowed millionaire. He did not recognize the beautiful woman in the purple gown but he wanted to get to know her better.

“I don’t believe I know your name,” he said.

“And you will not until the time is right,” she whispered in his ear.

The shemale sorceress left the host with mixed feelings. She knew his type well and did not want to be a part of it. Her violet eyes searched for the one man that she really wanted to met. She had read his books and yearned to meet him in person one day. When the shemale sorceress learned that the author would be attending the masquerade party, she invited herself.

She did not know what costume he would be wearing so finding him proved difficult. Her violet eyes scanned the crowd for the better part of an hour and she was about to give up hope of finding him. She then spotted a dark-haired man wearing a black domino mask and a frock coat. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the black cane that he was holding. The three foot cane had a handle that was in the shape of a wolf’s head.

“Pardon me, kind sir,” she said as she approached him.

“Can I help you?” he asked in a voice that she knew belonged to the author for she had heard him speak countless times.

“I was wondering if you would be a world-known writer under that mask. He is said to favor such a cane when he is in a large gathering.”

“Well, you seem to know a great deal about me but who do I have the pleasure of talking to?”