Free cowboysdream by Desconhecido(a) Page A

through hostile Indian territory, in search of her.
                He didn't know if Silk experienced similar upheavals, but on occasion he'd daydream sexy stories as they poked along the dusty trails. It helped Bo to pass the time. Perhaps Silk had similar ideas, but he kept them to himself.
                Bo revisited one dream more than the others. Bo would pull Aila tightly to his chest and say, "I've come to take care of your needs--all of them." He murmured words of need and frustration as he looked down hard into her delicate face-a lithograph of poignant sweetness.
                Her cheeks stained to a shade of crimson rose as he skimmed her throat with his lips.
                The idea of her small, soft form leaning against his body, stopped his breathing and melted his tough exterior like ice in the summertime. Joe had described the blonde-haired, eye-catching woman, and Bo felt he knew her from the top of her head down to the soft female folds of her center and to the tips of her toes. Joe told Silk and Bo that she did not ever have any man's cock except his, but she was a hot-blooded woman.       Bo figured that her solitary life was about to have a couple of men in it shortly. If Joe had told the truth.
                In his daydream, Aila would resist his attention and the temptations he presented at first. Any good woman would turn away from a stranger, especially a woman who felt she was still married to a living husband.
                Bo imagined her voice even though Joe had never mentioned it. "I've never done it with any man b'sides Joe," she would admit.
                Most likely, in real life, Aila would never fuck outside marriage, but it didn't hurt to dream. He set about winning her heart for a while. He wouldn't try to bed her down until he knew she positively ached for him and didn't want him to stop the obvious seduction.
                His penis stirred as he thought of her yielding, helplessly enthralled by his attentions. And he would handle her like she had never been handled, with the utmost care and thoughtfulness, causing her to wage war within herself until she succumbed. He'd make Aila want him as much as he wanted her-he'd tease and tantalize the daylights out of her, until she pleaded with him to ravish her with his bed chamber prowess and passionate sweet talk. Aila would stay in Bo’s arms when he brought her tightly to him. That would solidify his belief that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
                In her disturbed green eyes, he would see her answering love and desire. A forgone conclusion that she accepted his invitation, he would reach down and unfasten the top button of his trousers, at last freeing his bound erection. Aila’s past with Joe was gone, as far as Bo was concerned, and her future with Bo was about to begin.
                "I'm here to please you and take care of you,” he would say tenderly. "I won’t leave, like some men would do." His tone was unmistakably intimate but the meaning implicit-Joe abandoned her, plain and simple.
                Her firm “no” stance would be wearing down. "Help me then. Make me feel whole again," she would breathe into his ear. "Let me feel you inside me."
                The acceptance was all he needed to feel, see and hear to up the level of their relationship. Not lingering a second more, almost feverishly, Bo would pick her up off her feet and whisk her off to the bedroom. The back of her skirt would drag along the floor as he entered the house and carried her effortlessly across a dining room that blurred in his mind to a bedroom. He guessed he fell in love with Aila after listening to Joe’s stories depicting how wonderful she was.
                In his dream, Bo kicked the door closed and began undressing Aila , relieving her of her long skirt, top and undergarments. Once on the soft