My skin itches.

Her skin itched, as if she were standing beneath a power line.

He mentioned a furnished room so filthy that his skin itched for hours after leaving.

His skin itched and he fought the desire to scratch.

She needed to think, to try to figure out what was wrong... Her skin itched.

She had no doubt now why her skin itched.

My skin got reddish in color and is itching.

Her skin was itching, screaming out for its freedom.

But as he spoke, his skin itched like hot coals.

His skin itched and burned, but he did not hurry.

Now that I was aware of the burn, my skin ached and itched.