A side effect of my chemotherapy is a rather nasty case of neuropathy -- that's nerve damage affecting my hands and feet. As it was described to me, it's as if your nerves are insulated wires and someone has stripped all the insulation off. I haven't got a sense of feel - but it's not like my hands are numb. It's more like I feel that the entire surface area of my hands are always touching something. It's a very vivid, constant, and noticeable sensation. When I actually do touch something, I can't sense it because it already feels like I'm touching something so nothing has changed... savvy?
Anyway, on to the part you clicked here to read about. You'd think given my condition that playing with myself would be all the better -- kinda like I'm getting grabbed by someone else. Quite to the contrary, the neuropathy is so strong and so annoying, it overshadows any intended pleasurable sensations and kills it. The train never leaves the station. The train is still operational -- just not when I'm at the controls.
I'm thinking I should be eligible for medical **31** or something.
And from a boob hound perspective, don't worry. I don't feel touch, but I still feel temperatures, sharp pokes, and most importantly the sensations of heft, mass and weight. It's not a best-case situation, but I still enjoy my version of the feel of grabbing some tig ol' bitties. Plus it hasn't diminished the purely mental 'OH MY GOD SHE'S LETTING ME TOUCH HER TITS" sensations... and isn't that half the fun anyway?