These stockings have known my spread legs, my tight thighs, my impatient fingers... Worn without panties, rubbed against my bare skin during my dirtiest moments. They slipped, cracked, stuck, retaining the exact scent of my excitement. They're still marked, still warm, still impregnated. Not washed, not cleaned. What you want to smell is still there. If you're looking for the real, the intimate, the forbidden... you've just found it.