September 7, 2000 4:55 AM

Still horny, so all I think about is sex and making love. Paul sent me e-mail yesterday asking me if I wanted to "join the club". In other words, slang for "getting pregnant." That man taunts me so!

You know when you've been with a person for awhile you get so used to them and their style, certain things about their lovemaking stick out in your head? Like when Paul sucks in air through his clenched teeth? Or when I flare my nostrils? Those weird little things that makes individuals themselves, different from any other lover you may have had.

I was thinking about our feet. Regardless of whether I lay over him or he me, my feet always go atop his because I'm the shorter one. If I push down against his feet and then he clenches his feet upwards against the bottoms of my feet?

This excites me.

I don't know why.

He laughed that throaty laugh of his when I was paddling my feet about at him last and he told my ear, "I can feel feet dancing. Now we need to make toes curl."

Of course, as soon as he said that it sent those delicious shivers down my spine zooming down my legs and into my toes, which promptly clenched shut. This made us both laugh.

Tuesday night, I was staying up reading and Paul was asleep, but every once in a while I'd rub my foot against him. Taking the tendon at the back of his ankle between my big toe and my second toe and just languorously sliding my put up and down him, feeling his skin, feeling those little leg hairs tickling me.

Lately when we sleep, I lay on my back. He lays on his side and throws his top arm across my waist and cups one of my breasts.He sometimes throws his topmost leg over my leg, and sometimes not, just next to me. I put my head near his because I like to feel him breathing. Sometimes we just share one pillow. His bottom arm goes under his head and under my pillow. I slide my hand closet to his body down under the sheets and set one finger along the line of his groin and hold his upper thigh with the rest of my hand. Of course, our toes flirt. Then my other arm goes up over my head to find his long fingers peeking out from under my pillow. I usually just hold one finger, either his thumb or the pointer finger. The human pretzel, this strange bedtime embrace.

But now he's still sleeping and I'm getting past breakfast and waiting on my tape. I got up with "The Pennsylvania Polka" stuck in my head and I figured -- what the heck? So I slapped the Andrew Sisters on there and am running off a quick tape copy so I can take Patty, La Verne and Maxene along.

Did you know the polka is Pennsylvania's official dance? Exactly how is that done? Is it just hopping?I am positive that there is some hopping involved. I have no idea how the rest of it goes. I think the last time I actually saw anybody doing the polka was in that one Muppet movie where the band is playing at some festival thing and all the people want are polkas. The band is sick of playing so many polkas. They are getting depressed. But they give it one more shot and Animal goes bonkers screaming, "Polka! Polka! Polka!"

Ok, so I can't remember movies nor dance it. I can sing though. C'mon, you know the words...

Pick a partner and join in the fun.

It's bound to entertain ya!

Everybody haaaaas a mayyyy-nia... to-do-the-poke-AH... from Pennnnn-syl-vaaaaay-nia!

~Astrophe