Promises, Promises

I sent this snapshot from my phone to my husband, 

no accompanying words.  I was out shopping in one of the outlet stores and I couldn't resist it, I wasn't attracted by the particular items of clothing in the pic although he wasn't to know that, poor man. I got a reply back saying 'lovely if you really think so, bit bright though imo'. He was trying to be constructive, helping me shop from 100 miles away, how sweet, I wouldn't have been miffed if I hadn't got a reply at all.

I texted back that it was the saddle I wanted not the knitwear. smiley.

A few minutes later I got 'one day I'll get you one and put you over it and cure your kink for horsey stuff'. I'm sure I felt my knickers moisten as I read it and I know my face flushed because I saw it in one of the mirrors. I made a fuss of looking through a rack of tops I had no interest in just to take attention away from me because I was certain everyone in the store was watching me. Probably thought I was a shoplifter:) I bought some t shirts and moved on to catch up with my friends, smiling as I passed the saddle on the way out.

At lunch I re-sent the photo to P this time with words... 'promises promises'. 

I didn't get a reply to that one so maybe he was busy or more likely not in the mood for my nonsense. Perhaps he'll just do it one day and 'cure' me. Some chance.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx