It's interesting to feel your skin touch different textures. To have it press against a myriad of household items, and feel the tactile sensations coarse through your veins and stimulate your entire body. To engage with cold, hot, soft, hard, rough, round, metallic, sleek, rigid, smooth, fluffy, furry, and fine. But the best of all textures, is that of another. Their warmth and energy adds another dimension to the spectrum. To touch the inanimate is one thing, but to engage with that of a significant other, is an evolutionary craving which supersedes all else in the domain of tactile cravings. Maria presses herself onto a leather couch. She explores the floor and understands whether the wood is well acquainted against her chest. She stretches her legs against a door. She knows that there is something missing here. Her skin desires that of a similar composition. She wants someone to replace these objects, and make her the subject. Maria wants her skin to meld with another, and embrace the endless comforts.