The stone felt like ice under her bare feet.

The stone felt like a lead weight in her hand now.

The stone felt alive in some way she couldn't explain.

The relatively cool stone felt good on my bare feet.

I leaned against the wall, felt the cold stone.

The stones could feel an electricity spreading in a kind of wave, coming from the east.

He suddenly had an urge to know how this stone felt to the touch.

The stone felt wet and warm beneath her bare feet.

The stone felt real, and gave back a solid thump when she struck it.

"Now you know how a stone feels when it's skimmed."