These black sheer stockings have lived a thousand encounters with me. They are torn, worn by time and desire, with each torn thread narrating a moment of passion. They are impregnated with my scent between silk and skin, an echo of slow caresses, nocturnal whispers and forbidden glances.

I do not sell them: I give them to whoever wants to feel the privilege of their history, of their soft and broken touch, of their almost fragile and deeply sensual touch.


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Product details:

Sheer, black, sheer stockings, with natural fraying and tears.

Extended use: photo shoots, nights out and intimate games.

Scent of my skin, faint perfume and warmth retained in each fiber.

Carefully shipped in a silky pouch, with a small piece of extra silk as a souvenir.