Favorite area of mine to touch on a cats... the very softest part ... I think is called "Henry's pocket." It's that teeny lil bit of fur right behind that extra lil flap of ear. lol I know... weird... but it stays kitten soft their hold life!

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My Sweetheart's strong arms, I love how he holds my hand, his hands are h u g e. I love touching his bald head, especially after I've given him a shave. But I love his strong arms... how curvy his muscles are. :stillheart:

I love touching (and smelling) skin, rubbing the skin of the lower back and downward... :) (incidentally, I also love a hand on the small of my back or behind my neck)
I love to touch freshly folded laundry right out of the dryer and to place my hands between the folds of the laundry items.
I also love touching Snow Globes. Especially musical ones. I've had a collection of unique music boxes since I was a wee girl, but the musical Snow globes have always been my favourite.
When I was small, I loved the feeling of my satin trimmed blanket up against my face. I would rub the top of my nose with the satin. To this day, my hands are often near my face as I sleep.

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Wet beach sand
Leather
Rocks of all sorts
Cold metals
A woman

fuzzy socks
mixed media paintings
seashells
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moss
tulips
his mind(f)

I love touching my wife's hands. She has the softest skin of anyone I've ever known. Together with her deliciously soft scent, she can drive me wild with desire!! After all these years, she's still the keeper of the keys to my heart. :winky::awww:

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Puppy paws
My old dog, he's such a soft luv bug.
One of my favorite, soft, thin cotton dresses
A pair of old, soft sweat pants that my son painted his hand prints on when he was 4.
The gem stones I find as my hands are in the ice cold mountain water at Emerald Village (some are smooth, others rough or with unique textures)
Very old tintype photos
My old, heavy Canon Ae1 cameras.

jelly beans on a kitty cats paws
fingertips
a heart
a soul
and sometimes a nerve

hobnail glass, freshly washed hair, buzz cuts, dry rice or beans, river rocks/beach glass, the wood top on the post at the top of my stairs with corners worn smooth by years of touch, old quilts

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My brides' luscious and red long hair. I could drown in it......

my fuzzy wool sweater with wooden buttons
lemon balm leaves
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My beastly boys' ... Grover's fuzzy fuzzy chest …Chewy's thick luxurious side... Buddy's neck. This is my mob of cats, each of which has a lil spot that they love to have rubbed or tickled or combed.

When I bake... a bowl full of flour … cool... soft... airy.

Art work... all kinds... paintings … sculptures... pottery ... metal ... the creative energy, time, emotion that goes into these works is impressive … and humbling. To follow the lines of the brush or the edges of a sculpture with ones fingertips is I admit, oddly satisfying. It's not something I get to do often but sometimes at art festivals they'll let you touch. :p Hee!

My Maine Coon cat. Every part of his fluffy, furry self. I stroke him and hold him tight while I rub my nose into his neck and head. All he ever wants is to be snuggled, so I happily oblige.