Wrapped in black nylon, where sophistication meets allure. Pantyhose, stockings, nylons… they do such wonderful things, don’t they? They wrap us like a soft, silky hug, and they retain, perhaps even create certain scents that linger in our mind and reach deep in our psyche.

My nylon feet slip beautifully into high heels and those leather stilettos will impart such lovely smells onto my toes. My high arches smell like a musky wonderland when pressed up against faces. What is it about the smell fetish that’s so powerful? I’ve read somewhere that the human sense of smell and taste are our oldest senses. Atavistic memories lay deep in our genetic history, and our bodies know, even if we don’t.

Then, there are my legs. They command attention, admiration and devotion. Ever wonder why I have so many pairs of hosiery? Ever wonder why there’s an endless array of seamed pantyhose, patterned nylons, sheer and fully fashioned stockings that adorn my legs? I have admirers. Would you like to be a nylon devotee? Here’s how: Throne.com/MzKim