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What Happens in the Jungle, Stays in the Jungle...

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Dora, backpack filled and a head full of dreams, was walking like an airhead right into the mouth of a very dangerous cave. She hadn’t pulled out her map for quite a while, so really, she was just following whatever the birds told her to do. They all had their own recommendations on where she should go, and there were so many of them, she just chose to obey the most colourful of them.

She may or may not have gone full circle a few times. She didn’t exactly realise that, but she knew things were always more efficient when Diego was with her. Unfortunately he had fallen, quite literally, down a hole in the middle of the jungle. Good job that man was already there. He would take care of her cousin.

The only thing that could change the duration of this adventure was whether Diego and Dwayne would fuck before or after they got out of there. The sooner they did so would mean the longer they would take to find her again, mostly because they would inevitably do it more than once.

Dora’s head was maybe a little elsewhere sometimes, but she could feel sexual tension from a mile away. She also recognised the way Diego looked at men of Dwayne’s stature, and had even heard a hitch in the large man’s breath. She couldn’t be more ecstatic for her cousin; even though he wasn’t always the nicest, she wanted him to be happy. She would never tell him that though.

The foliage and greenery were getting more and more bothersome to Dora’s trek, and she was starting to wonder if she would be able to keep on going in that direction (which she hoped was the right one, she might have made a wrong turn or two on the way).

“Urgh! It’s getting dark and I have no clue where to go. I should have stayed with the boys.” Dora had a tendency to talk to herself when she was irritated, to the point where Diego thought she was talking to imaginary friends. She was definitely not a schizophrenic.

“Now, Now. We both know boys are never your first choice.”

The voice came out of nowhere, from somewhere behind her, probably. Dora was very surprised, so naturally, like any sane person, she screamed as loud as her lungs permitted, for as long as she could, all the whilst running through the thick jungle. She was getting scratched up all over, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t about to die in a ditch, all alone, and without having discovered any actual treasure. She kept going for a few minutes more, but at some point she had to stop, or she would probably die of exhaustion.

“Well that was a nice run. Want to go again?”


“Don’t panic again please. This is getting a bit old now. Don’t you remember me?” The voice was gruff, masculine sounding even, but that didn’t really mean anything, it could be anyone. Now that she thought about it, though, the voice did sound familiar. But it couldn’t be… She had been so young, she had always remembered it as being a fantasy.

“Map?” Was all she asked, barely above a whisper, ashamed of what she dared imagining.

“Finally she catches on! Now get me out of this cramped backpack. Your sandwiches are starting to stink up the place.” She did so, in shock, because she was talking to an actual piece of paper, as if she where on a pseudo interactive children tv show about a stupid girl taking advice from animate objects. Totally ludicrous.

“I can’t believe it’s really you, Map. I really thought I was imagining things when I was younger. Even for me this seemed a little crazy…” Dora was happy, yet confused.

“Well you were crazy. Still are, actually.” Map saw her face sag, and quickly corrected himself. “Well, not you-need-to-be-permenantly-admitted crazy. Endearing crazy.”

“You find me endearing?” Dora was, to describe her expression perfectly, uwu-ing. That in turn made Map, the animate inanimate object, blush.

“Well, yes, Dora dearest. I always did have… an affection towards you. But you cannot tell anyone, or else they think you mad. In the worst way this time. I do think-“

Map stopped dead in his tracks. Dora was unwrapping him, which to a map, was essentially like undressing him. “Wait a second Dora! Do you really want to do this right here in the forest? You know once we start and can’t control myself. Are you sure?”

Dora was confused. “Do what? What are you talking about Map?”

“Well I-“ Map paused, he himself confused -“well I thought you wanted to… since you were touching me in all those sensitive places… I’m really sorry if I jumped to conclusions I just really, really was hoping that-“

Then she did it again, unravelling him and stroking him right there, just above Kurdistan. A very delicate, unstable place that made his whole world tumble.

Map could not stop himself, he moaned like a map had never moaned before, not even in the hands of the most barbaric and experienced of pirates, with the calloused hands of a man who had played with fire - and won.

Yet Dora was more talented. She knew. Somehow, with no experience with a fleshy man, let alone a piece of paper as intricate as he. He was not simply words, he was oceans and mountains and cities and when she was done exploring, she would know every nook and cranny of his very existence. Map really hoped this would help her find her way through the forest. That she would finally manage to do something on her own, without her cousin’s help.

Though Dora’s direction skills had been terrible earlier today, she now knew exactly where to press and where to glide to elicit the most pained, yet pleasured sound there is. As much as lighlty rumaging in Iran was, Map’s final undoing came as Dora licked - licked - all of Great Britain, emulating the rain as it falls daily from the Thames to the Highlands.

Map could contain himself any longer. He burst, quite literally, ejaculating thuderously, tiny pieces of paper flying all over, some entering Dora’s mouth.

He spurted a few more when he saw her lick her lips sensually.