What are your favorite sensations?

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Patting and hugging my cat, especially when she purrs.

The feeling of having a baby snake winding through my fingers.

I very much enjoy extremely soft fabrics- I love running silk and velvet over my hands and arms- and my mom bought me a sweater lined with the softest fake fur I've ever felt last Christmas. I've nearly worn through it, I've worn it nearly every day (except when my sister accidentally took it on her honey moon, oops) and there are holes developing in the elbows, which will be a problem because then I'll have air hitting some parts of my skin and not others and... argh.

I collect similarly soft stuffed animals. I don't like ones that feel synthetic, I want the ones that feel silky.

I like spring sunshine, and I like running my hands upstream through running water so the current pushes at them a bit.

I like blankets that feel heavy, I can fall asleep under them much more easily than light and puffy ones.

I am not into hugs or kisses at all. I tend to feel stifled and awkward with hugs, and I prefer leaning on someone or poking them to show affection physically. Kissing on the mouth is weird for me, but I don't mind kisses on the cheek. They're not something I would actively go out of my way to get.

I like proper hugs, really tight genuine ones. Not the pretend huggettes that people normally do socially - can't stand those.

Can't stand silk etc - far too slippery and yukky. Old cotton jersey is great. Big, comfortable shoes - not trendy ones that pinch your feet. Would rather be cold than have a wispy coverlet over me - duvet needs to be chunky and heavy.

Smell and taste are huge for me. Some smells and tastes are utterly sublime and I can get very lost in them - I'm sure I taste more than most other people. On the other hand, I am almost certain that I can smell things that others can't - some people have body odours that are beyond vile, yet I don't think they affect others. For example, when I was working in Russia, I thought that most people smelt like old fatty pork mixed in with a touch of engine oil. Underground/subway rides were very very unpleasant for me. I mentioned it to my Western colleagues - they didn't notice anything.