I was raised Catholic, obviously. I attended Convent school, but I was a bad girl and ran away. I ran to the streets and went down a dark road that led me to drink, smoke, defile my body with freak...view moreI was raised Catholic, obviously. I attended Convent school, but I was a bad girl and ran away. I ran to the streets and went down a dark road that led me to drink, smoke, defile my body with freaky piercings and tattoos, and to prostitute myself. I lived fast and expected to die young. But that didn't happen. A deity I only halfway believe in gave me a second chance. I returned to the Convent a fallen woman, with every intention of giving my life over to that deity who gave me a second chance. But I still only halfway believe. And that street life still calls to me. It almost killed me that first time, but I still want it. BU the light of day, you can find me praying to the Lord for my salvation. But when the sun goes down, I go back to the streets.I write erotica, a mixture of soft-core and harder BDSM, featuring Catholic nuns, priests, Convent school girls, and altar boys.view less