Shopping

We're out on the town shopping. I usually love shopping, but never with you. I'm always stuck in boring dressing rooms all day. Stuck watching you and countless other girls (that I may or may not look at) go in and out in extravagant clothes, when I just want to see what's underneath.

If you knew I even considered taking a peek at the other women, I know I'm screwed. Especially after last time when she asked me to help zip her dress, sexy smirk and all. You were so quick to to threaten me and level the minx with a glare, when I was already preparing to decline the offer.

Finally, we're at the last store. I know this because we've literally been to all the others. Now it's your dress that needs zipping. I make my way into your dressing room to notice, you don't need help zipping anything. You have nothing on.

We did things in that dressing room, I'd only fantasized about doing the dozen times before.

We left that store with strict orders to never return , but I definitely got the satisfaction guarantee.

You look at me with a smile I hadn't seen since our wedding day. "I told you I'd make it worth your while." It was more than worth it.

"I think we should shop together more often," I beg as I pull you in for a hug, burying my face into your neck.

"I knew you'd see it my way." Now I know this was a scam, a well played scam. Typical.

"I should have known. Love you lotses."