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Little Red Corset

 
I called her on the telephone  
I guess I was going through this fever phase  
You know how long they last  
But I had to give in to what the hearts wants  
I thought we’d have a blast  
 
She said hurry up and come  
So I ran faster than race horses  
She opened the door amused  
The best booty calls come late at night  
The kind that light the fuse  
 
And she wore a  
Little red corset  
That’s going to come off fast  
Little red corset  
The time for formalities had passed  
 
I couldn’t believe my eyes  
A cleavage so full they were begging to be set free  
I wished I could have taken a picture  
Of her and them and me  
 
But then I began to worry  
I didn’t have enough enough class  
When I couldn’t unfasten the lace that was it tied up tight  
Then I felt like a dumbass  
This damn..  
 
Little red corset  
I’m here at long last  
But I feel far  
Little red corset  
I can’t get to her breasts now I’m all aghast  
 
Boobies like hers  
Are on another scale  
I want to do something very obscene  
I’m crying like a baby  
Getting down on my knees  
I can’t remove the tied up laces on this mean…  
 
Little red corset  
I’m here at long last  
Little red corset  
I can’t get to her breasts now I’m all aghast  
 
Little red corset  
The wait is making me go down  
I’m feeling like a clown  
Fickle damn corset  
 
“Baby, I’m sorry I can’t remove this damned corset  
You know I want to pound  
But this corset  
I can’t take it down  
Why didn’t you wear a gown?  
 
I’ll try another round  
On this red corset  
But the time is going by fast  
My erection is not going to last  
 
Uh-oh, ooh, hmm,  
Listen my darling lovely queen  
I just can’t hide  
I have to tell you the truth  
I made a mess now my pants are unclean”  
 
It was too much at last  
That little red corset  
I spilled my love  
I spilled my love all over my pants  
Because of that damn  
Little red corset
Written by wallyroo92
Published | Edited 31st Oct 2021
Author's Note
For the corseted comp

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