No man wants his face to feel like sandpaper.

They feel like sandpaper.

She couldn't swallow; her tongue felt like sandpaper inside her mouth.

My throat felt like sandpaper, and my lungs burned as if they had no air.

I really needed to get some sleep; when I blinked, my eyes felt like sandpaper rubbing together.

I was only aware of the relentless pounding in my head and that my tongue felt like sandpaper.

He doesn't stop until he's back at home, and the cold air feels like sandpaper in his throat.

The suit felt like sandpaper, and it began to make me itch as soon as I put it on.

His throat felt like sandpaper.

My throat felt like sandpaper.

Her head hurt from crying so hard, her nose was running, and her eyes and throat felt like sandpaper.

Fuel was uncomfortably low; his back ached from stretching to see over the instrument panel, and his eyelids felt like sandpaper.

A whisper is like a shout to her; silk feels like sandpaper; a candle flame hurts her eyes like the noon sun.'

We got up and tried to sleep on the cement floor, but it felt like sandpaper, the sand and dust sticking to our wet bodies.

"Oh." My mouth felt like sandpaper.