I think this one qualifies as oddball, and I was just doing it before I opened this thread.
I like to take my shoes off and plant my big toes on the floor, then push my feet forward so that the toe knuckles are bent under as far as they’ll go, to the point of actually being painful. Then when I straighten them back out, the sensation is… hard to describe, but it’s kind of a burning/tingling feeling that I find weirdly pleasant.
I do this with a just opened box of tea bags.
I would think you’d look pretty stupid with one of those tags hanging out of your nostril :p.
I love letting my bare ankles brush against the little brushes they have on the sides of escalators. That is a delicious sensation.
After gardening, the smell of the dirt on my hands mixed in with sweat and oil from unconsciously wiping my face. It’s a little repulsive mentally, but I find it a very earthy aroma (in the same family as petrichor but with my own uh, musk mixed into it).
Gasoline fumes smell SOOOO good. I dunno why though. I’ve also, from a very young age, been known to spend a great deal of time inhaling the plasticky smell from newly-opened inflatable pool toys. I’d always volunteer to blow them up, and take my time 
Considering the force with which I huff that box, it’s a distinct possibility.
+10 to the rain on hot concrete smell.
I love getting a pedicure, and especially the part where some kind of metal implement is poked around the nailbed and dug under the nail. Little pricks of pain that give me shivers of pleasure.
Have you tried Haagen-Dazs coffee ice cream? It tastes exactly like that smell. . . it’s only good for about three bites, but those three are heaven.
Really seriously strong citrus flavor, especially lemon.
Eating the white stuff from inside an orange peel. It’s a texture/chewing thing, with a tiny whiff of orange oil to boot.
The particular shade of purple that’s left in my eyes after staring at a yellow road sign.
Scrambled eggs cooked in butter that has just perfectly begun to turn slightly brown. (I burn a LOT of eggs trying to achieve this.)
That strange zinging feeling right after having been startled by a loud noise.
The creaky feeling in your finger joints when slowly releasing a fist held too tight too long.
The smell of chlorinated water drying on the hot concrete around a swimming pool.
Rubbing my bare feet back and forth on the sun-warmed wood of a deck or porch.
Occasionally tasting or smelling cilantro. I’m one of the people with the genetic anomaly that renders the taste soap-like. And I’m completely befuddled as to why even the barest hint of cilantro repels me. No, that isn’t right… cilantro makes me MAD. How can I not love this herb? So every now and then I try it again, and every time it is just wrong. Not just unpleasant, but spit it out poison-bad. And yet, I keep doing it out of curiosity. I even grow the stuff alongside the herbs I love. I must be a complete masochist. But there is something weirdly satisfying that I have the nerve to try it again and again because I feel so left out.
And here’s the strangest one: if I stumble upon a ruler, I cannot resist giving myself a good hard SMACK! with it. Doesn’t matter if it is wood, plastic, or metal. That temporary red, stinging, impermanent pain is interesting, and has been since I was a kid.
This. I remember when I was young, riding in the back seat at night… my mom would light up a cigarette and I loved the smell. After a minute or two, the smell turned bad… but yes, that first lighting of a smoke… (and yes, I smoke now as an adult) :rolleyes:
I almost forgot - there is nothing liike a soothing southern accent. I’ve had women leave me voice messages with a soft, southern drawl… I’ll save the message and listen to it over and over again. I almost get goosebumps, almost like they are caressing my back. I’ve always gone weak-kneed over women with soft, gentle voices.
The feel of a baby’s cheek against the tip of my nose.
The feel of a baby’s fuzz against my cheek.
It’s not so oddball to like the softness sensation, but a bit odd that I’ve found that these particular body parts respond particularly well.
It is disquieting indeed to think that each and every one of these sensations has a corresponding Rule 34 fetish.
When recovering from a sinus infection, there’s a time when the dam bursts and blowing my nose yields about an ounce of previously impacted mucus. Gross, but a very satisfying feeling to have clear sinuses again.
If I had a nickel for every newspaper I sniffed before reading it … I’d have a mountain of nickels. I don’t think I’ve ever NOT sniffed a fresh new birdcage liner. (also: rubber bands, rubber tires, freshly sharpened pencils).
I have a slight pain in the joint of my left big toe, that comes and goes. Maybe arthritis? And maybe someday it will hurt bad all the time. But right now, when I have this twinge, and I flex my toes, the pain is not at all unpleasant.
gwendee, check out this link. I think you might like it.
Haagen-Dazs Five is even better. We’ve been spoiled by ice cream with all that crud in it. Five is cream, milk, sugar, eggs and flavoring.
Since you love lemon, try Five lemon ice cream You will have an orgasm.
When I was a kid my favorite scent in the world was the scent of new tennis balls. I would hold one up to my nose and take huge whiffs of it and sigh with pleasure. Nowadays, they don’t make them the same way and the smell is not as good.
My favorite scent as an adult is the scent of night air in the summer, especially when you drive with the windows down. Honeysuckle, green plants, mowed grass, and asphalt. Heaven should smell like that.
I have a throw pillow on my couch that has interesting material on one face – it’s a rough burlap-y linen-ish material, interwoven with velvet flowers. I LOVE running my fingers over it. Some fingers feel the rough linen, some feel the soft velvet, and which fingers feel what are constantly changing as you move across the pillow.
I habe a big toe that was broken and never set (I didn’t have insurance at the time). Every one in a while it gets very stiff and I have to wiggle it and let it “crack.” It feels so good, and makes a very loud audible CRACK.
If I’m barefoot in a room of people when I do it, every jumps and stares at me.
Oh, yes.
Also:
The smell of pipe tobacco (unlit).
The feeling of someone picking through my hair (I used to have long unruly hair as a kid).
The smell of wet rusty iron on a hot day.
Lightly stroking a sun-burnt spot.
And since I grew up in farmer’s country: the smell of cut, drying grass in August, and the smell of cow shit.