Behind Convent Walls

Coming from an all-boys school, we've always lived in silent awe of the cloistered damsels hidden behind the high-walled convent a stone's throw away - girls with their spick and span blue pinafores dedicating themselves to lives of steadfast duty and simple virtues. Fey desirable creatures seemingly far beyond a mortal's touch.

Or at least that's how my infatuated classmates ( busy struggling with testosterone and adolescence ) saw them from across the way.

Sad to say we were all mistaken. Seriously, the things you learn on a weekend trip with an old classmate! The secrets spilled! The past revealed! Recently had news from a trusted source that not all convent girls are made of sugar, spice and everything nice.

Quite the opposite in fact.


Innocent boyish fun...
Sure the boys are made of snips, snails and puppy-dog tails. But although we brawled ( almost daily ) in school while keeping a close lookout for nefarious gang members who reputedly ran an extortion ring, what we had was certainly no match for the scorching scandals going on behind the convent walls.

From extreme girl-on-girl action ( think all-female gladiator arenas! ) to highly sophisticated prostitution rings!

Who knew! Even I found myself staring agog. And here we thought they were all lily-white pious novitiate nuns!

Of course I'm sure the straight boys would have enjoyed knowing this deliciously salacious fact years before. While our adventuresome sisters were busy experimenting with lesbianism and white slavery, over in our pious all-boys mission school the closest brush we ever had with homoerotica was a particularly comtemptible schoolmaster with a penchant for ball-breaking as punishment. Of course back then I was by far too innocent ( and foolish ) to enjoy the sight of my hunkier classmates wincing from having their crotches manhandled.