My socks are not just any socks - every morning I put them on while you may already be thinking about me. Soft, tight, just a little stretch - just right to follow my feet all day. I wear them with pleasure. In my shoes, barefoot, sometimes even without anything else on. I move. I walk. I live in them. And everything I feel, everything I do ... remains in them. A bit of warmth, a bit of smell, a bit of me. And when I slowly take them off at night, I know they haven't just become socks. They are soaked with my day. With my scent. With my energy. And now they are ready to go to you; you know what you are looking for. Something real. Something intimate, and I have just that for you.