The touch of another upon my flesh. Not necessarily sexually. I use to love when my youngest was a baby, he would caress my upper chest while he nursed. Even after he switched to bottles he would caress me there. Even now, he's 8, and when he doesn't feel good, or had a bad day when he hugs me or sits close to me, he will still rub that part of my chest for his comfort. I love that touch. My oldest son, use to play with my ears. I love that too.
I miss the touch of a lover. The caress of my hand, arm, neck. that extra little lingering touch. Being held by his arm across my body as I fall asleep. I miss little touches across my *** while doing the dishes, or the kisses on the back of my neck. I really miss fingers in my hair!