Twenty-five erotic stories about independent women who don't follow the rules.

Being a strong, independent woman means that you are able to find happiness on your own. You have self-confidence without having to rely on another person or society for validation. It means emotional independence and being able to have healthy relationships with others without falling into co-dependent patterns. Believe in yourself. Love yourself. Change the world.

This book contains lesbian hookups & casual sex, MILFs & shapeshifting demons, female masturbation & exhibitionism, and sapphic femme love.

Excerpt: (from Shuttle Sex)

I was riding on a shuttle bus from the Kansas City airport. I was on my way to The Country Club Plaza a shopping district thirty miles south. I had come in on a red-eye, so the bus only had six passengers including me.

I sat in the back across from a pretty blonde. She had very long straight hair. And she was gorgeous. She was wearing these tight white jean shorts which helped show off her assets. She was a tiny woman, and she curled herself up in the seat she took. Kicking off her shoes, she rested her back against the window looking to the front then looking out towards me.

I didn't mind. It was dark outside and even darker on the bus. Everyone else seemed to be resting also. There was only the hum of the bus as we made our way into the city.

I pretended to look straight ahead as my eyes scanned the darkness where the young lady sat. I could see her naked bare feet and ankles.

A student? Probably. The University of Missouri-Kansas City was less than a mile east of The Plaza.

My eyes went up her bare legs to her bent knees. Then back down as she opened her legs a little. In a V shape. Her arms resting against her lower belly. One small foot covered the other. Toes waving.

She was cute and sexy.

I was suddenly glad she wore white cause her jeans reflected any light that came in through the shuttle bus windows in a certain rhythm as we passed underneath them.

The quiet rum of the shuttle along with the passing lights that flowed across her skin began to play with my mind. I began to get a minor hardon looking over and down between her slightly parted pale thighs. Her toes pressing into the seat cushions.

I turned my head facing her into the darkness and just stared nervously. I didn't want to scare her.

Her thighs opened a little more. A wider V. Her bare feet parted. She wiggled her sexy toes.

I could not tell if she was looking at me. It was too dark. Her tilted head rested against the back of the seat. Her long dirty blonde hair lay across her cheek. Her knees bent blocking my view of her face.

The hum of the bus filling the air.

She seemed so innocent. As if she were waiting to be seduced. She moved one hand to the inside of her young firm thighs, rubbing her flesh up and down, tickling herself, opening her legs a little more. Teasing me.

She knew I was watching.