One Little Sip...: A Toy Chest Tale

By Lyka Bloom

When sultry witch Magda tries to help a husband give his wife a night to remember, he finds himself fighting a powerful spell intent on transforming him from husband to daughter! Will Magda be able to reverse the spell in time or will Derrick find a new life as a high school girl?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Dec 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310306341

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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One Little Sip...

A Toy Chest Tale

by Lyka Bloom

ONE LITTLE SIP...: A TOY CHEST TALE

First Edition, December 16, 2014 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2014 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

www.LykaBloom.com

The back room of The Toy Chest was certainly not designed for comfort. Cardboard boxes lined the walls with stenciled numbers and company logos in black ink on the sides, all nondescript, which Magda thought made them all the more conspicuous as boxes of sex toys. Many times, customers would come in the front door and ask after 'marital aids,' but that was a euphemism she resisted. The Toy Chest was a store for people who wanted to get off, and Magda celebrated the fact. Her casual manner put many of the customers at ease, while others found the direct discussion of pleasure to be unsettling. Unfortunate, she thought. Sex was, after all, one of life's great joys.

She took a deep breath, refocusing on the candle in the center of the pentagram, sitting cross-legged and nude just outside the circle etched into the cement floor. The ritual kept her sane and relaxed, even if there was no direct magical benefit. Magda had more than her share of magical worries without using her mornings to enchant her life further.

Her last attempt at channeling the incredible energy she sensed within her resulted in a more urgent need to use the magic she possessed, but Mother Lottie, the wizened old woman who had served as Magda's mentor for as long as she cared to remember, warned her against it. There was something addictive about it, and Magda knew how easy it would be for her to give in to the desire to shape the world around her as she saw fit. The fact that the rest of the world bent to her will did nothing to assuage this desire, and Magda unconsciously shivered as she thought of Riley, a porn actress and supporter of the store who had begun her life as a well-proportioned football player at the local high school, whose only crime had been a protest of The Toy Chest.

Riley's uptight amour had taken a jolt of magic, too, now living her life as a Goth lesbian who flaunted her sexuality. Magda's power frightened even her, and these morning meditations gave her time to rein in the desires that swelled within her. Her temper was naturally even, but the slightest provocation could result in some truly seismic changes if she allowed her emotions to rule her.

Satisfied she was centered and in control, Magda leaned forward and blew out the candle, standing and brushing dust from the back of her thighs and taut bottom. An outside observer would see only a beautiful, dark-haired woman with tan skin and striking green eyes, her body well-shaped and devastatingly attractive, the gentle curls of her hair falling over her shoulders as she padded to a folding chair where her clothes for the day were neatly folded. Magda understand there was something else inside her now, something she had called when she went to the world of the supernatural for help. It was this restless beast within that she had to soothe, and no one was ever truly safe in her presence.

I'm not going in, Denise said flatly, crossing her arms over her chest for emphasis.

Fine. Don't. Derrick opened the door of his sedan and paused, arm still on the handle. You really want to wait outside a sex store while I go inside?

"Better than going in there." The way she said the last word reminded him again of how much he'd come to resent his wife. The way she wrinkled her nose and pointed with a thin finger at the door of The Toy Chest, her lips squeezed tight together in an expression of pure derision