Diane in the Amazon 04

Naira is busy round the camp, he has doused the fire and is putting his few posessions into the basket. Perhaps we are about to move? I get up and go to my backpack. I realise that I can’t carry the basket and the backpack together. Naira is not going to leave the harness and basket, so I open my pack and empty everything out onto the floor. I pick up my shirt and start to put it on. Naira sees me and quickly comes over, speaking in his language and shaking his head. He is pulling at the shirt, he clearly does not want me to wear it so I take it back off. I get my shirt, bra, panties and shorts and put them in the basket. Naira watches me but does not stop me. I take the flashlight and my notebook and put them in the basket. I leave the broken GPS and the plastic poncho. I pick up my machete, which I have not used since meeting Naira. I put it in the basket too, I don’t want to leave it.

Meanwhile, Naira has packed all his posessions, and is standing watching me. I kneel before him and he puts the harness over my shoulders, then climbs on. I stand up and take a look at our old camp site. My discarded things and the backpack look totally out of place in the natural rainforest. Naira turns me away from it and gees me up. I walk out of the clearing and I am soon jogging along a narrow track, Naira guiding me to some unknown destination. We travel for hours mostly at a jogging pace but Naira seems to enjoy getting me to run at full speed every now and then. I don’t know if he is training me to run or if he just likes the speed.

The afternoon is beginning to fade into evening, and we come across a very small clearing, much smaller than the one we last camped in. Naira gets me to halt, he looks round at the clearing and up at the sun, there won’t be much more daylight. He gestures me down and I kneel. He removes the basket and harness. I’m tired from running all afternoon and just sit on the ground. Naira wastes no time in getting a shelter built and a fire going. He carefully empties his bowls, jugs and other things from the basket, my things he grabs and dumps by the shelter.

Naira prepares some of the fruit we collected earlier. He gives me a piece and I eat it, enjoying the taste very much after running all afternoon. Naira feeds me more pieces of fruit which I just eat without really thinking about it. I’m really tired, and just lay next to the fire, thinking I’ll have a nap.

Naira sits next to me, he has got his thorn, the same one he’d used on my skin earlier. He strokes the circle of bumps on my left breast with the tip of the thorn, tracing the pattern already etched there. He looks at me, with a question on his face. I realise he is asking for permission from me, probably to add more bumps to the pattern. I don’t mind, and I’m actually curious to see how the pattern will turn out. I smile and nod to him, then lay back to just enjoy the feeling of Naira working on me while I relax. Naira leans in so I feel his breath on my skin. He presses the thorn into my flesh then rubs some ash into the wound, adding one more bump to the intricate design. Each pinprick is painful, but not too much, its a small price to pay to receive Naira’s pattern of bumps. I’m more relaxed now and actually doze off. While I sleep, Naira continues with his thorn and the ash from the fire.

I wake up, something has changed, and I realise that I’m not feeling the thorn pricking me any more. I raise my head to see whats happened. The dots now cover my breasts and chest, intricate patterns of circles and lines. To Naira, or his tribe, these patterns probably mean something, tribal membership perhaps.

Naira is watching me for my reaction. I must be looking happy because his lips curve into a gentle smile, and before I can react, he leans forward to give me a tender kiss. The contact is soft and warm. His breath mingles with mine. As he is kissing me so pleasantly, a question comes to mind: am I falling in love with this man, or am I just here because he can keep me fed and safe in the rainforest? His thumb caresses the new pattern on my skin. But as an anthropologist, I know that my role is to observe, to understand the complex tapestry of life in this remote corner of the world. I should remain detached, a silent witness to the lives and customs of those who call it home. Yet, here I am, skin to skin with a man whose language I can’t speak, whose world I know nothing about, and whose desires have become my own.

While I had slept, the sun had set and it was now dark. Naira’s attentions turn from adorning my body to preparing our evening meal. He slices through the fish with ease, creating good sized pieces which he skewers onto sharpened sticks, arranging them over the embers of the fire with care. The fruit from earlier, now slightly bruised and oozing their sweet juices, are wrapped in large leaves and placed by the fire to steam. The aroma of steaming fruit mingles with the smoky scent of cooking fish. My stomach rumbles again, showing how hungry I have become.

We sit together and eat our meal of fruit and fish, it tastes wonderful and is filling. Naira looks over at me, his eyes darkening with a hunger that goes beyond food. We finish our meal, our bodies sated with the bounty of the forest. Naira takes my hand, his touch gentle yet firm, guiding me to the makeshift shelter of palm fronds. The fire casts a warm glow over the area, casting flickering shadows that dance over our bodies.

He lays me down on the soft bed of leaves and ferns, I spread my legs open for him. His gaze is intense, a silent promise of pleasure to come. My heart races as he approaches, his loincloth the only barrier between us. He reaches down and tugs it away, his erection standing proudly, the tip glistening with precum. Naira kneels between my legs, his hand reaching to touch the new thorn marks on my chest. His gaze lingers on the marks, a mix of pride and desire in his eyes.

With a gentle but firm hand, he pushes my legs apart wider, his erect cock brushing against my slick entrance. I can’t help but moan at the feeling of his shaft against my skin, the anticipation of what’s to come making me wetter. Naira seems to understand my body’s language, his expression softening as he leans in closer. His cock is unlike any I’ve felt before, the bumps along the shaft adding an extra layer of sensation that I find utterly captivating. He positions himself at my entrance and, with a gentle yet firm push, enters me. The feeling is exquisite, the bumps along his length sliding in smoothly. He’s careful not to cause pain, his movements deliberate and measured. As he fills me, the sensation is one of being claimed, of being made one with the very essence of this wild place. I arch my back, my eyes never leaving his as he starts to move, his strokes slow and steady, each one sending ripples of pleasure through my body.

Naira’s hand moves to my clit, his thumb rubbing the swollen bud with a tenderness that belies his primitive exterior. The sensation is intense, his touch setting off sparks of pleasure that ignite a fire within me. The orgasm builds like a storm, my breaths coming in short gasps as he continues his relentless rhythm. His eyes bore into mine, his own need reflected in their dark depths. His strokes become deeper, his movements more deliberate, and I know he’s close too. My body tenses, my muscles tightening around him as I reach the precipice. Naira seems to sense it, his strokes growing longer and slower, as if savoring the moment. His thumb on my clit is unyielding, the pressure unbearable, yet I crave more.

The storm within me breaks, and I cry out, my body convulsing around his. Naira’s grip on my hips tightens, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his own release. He holds himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his hot, sticky seed. The feeling is overwhelming, a culmination of our shared passion and the forest’s primal energy. As the waves of pleasure recede, I collapse onto the makeshift bed, my body boneless and sated. Naira follows, his chest heaving against my back, his breath hot and ragged in my ear. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close as if afraid I might slip away into the night.

I’m pretty tired after our lovemaking, not to mention all the running during the day, so I quickly drift off to sleep, the warmth of Naira’s body next to me feels wonderful. When I wake, the sun is already peeking through the canopy, casting dappled light over our makeshift bed. Naira’s arm is draped over me, his hand resting lightly on my hip. His breathing is even and deep, his face relaxed in slumber. The thorn marks on my chest standing out more than they were and are not painful.

For a moment, I lay still, listening to the forest’s morning chorus. The sounds are familiar now, no longer alien and frightening but a comforting symphony that signifies home. I revel in the feeling of his warmth against me, his muscular frame a reassuring presence in this wild place.