Linda Ronstadt had it right, I think.

I've been cheated, been mistreated; when will I be loved?

I don't know where this diary is going to take me, exactly, but I simply have to know -- is there a man out there for me somewhere? Are there really any guys that can give me the love I know I deserve, and the passion I know I ache to feel.

Ooh, I guess that's it! I feel the need for love aching in my body and soul. I've got to find the one with the medicine I need.

Hah, that's funny: I need a love doctor to prescribe me a cure!

I don't know why I thought that flying was the best way for me to start my journey, but I just felt like an airline ticket was the way for me to go.

Anywhere? Everywhere? I didn't even have a sense of which direction to head, but I got online and booked a flight to Aruba. Might as well enjoy myself, even if I can't find a guy down there, I thought.

Flight 107 pulled up from JFK at 11:53 am; I was on the island by 3 o'clock. As soon as I set foot on the dazzling white beach outside my hut, I knew why this was a place for love. The travel brochure said something about mi dushi -- the native Papiamento words for "my sweetheart." Someone once told me that a good man is hard to find; well, I sure could use a good one. And the harder the better!

That's when Captain Ron walked into my life.

I swear to God, it was like a page from a romance novel or something off the movie screen. I'm strutting around the lobby, barely enough time to shake off the tremors of the flight, and there he was. Tall; tanned; god-blessed good looking! And he looked straight at me!

As he walked over my way, I couldn't help but feel the flush running straight down from my heart to my slit. Didn't take you long to get moist, old girl, I thought, more hopefully than I care to admit. Was I really that deprived? Just how long has it been, anyway?

Oh, well -- too late to worry about that. Captain Ron, whose eyes were so steely grey I could hardly look away, said, "I couldn't help but wonder if you might be hungry?"

Hu..what?, I must have mumbled. Why won't my brain work?, I remember thinking, and then he smiled and showed me those perfect, pearly-white teeth. Oh, shit, I'm going to be sleeping with this guy before the sun goes down!

Well, Alex...you came for adventure. I guess here it goes!

The snack was a quick one, just there in the hotel bar. We exchanged a few pleasantries, munched on a few oysters with drinks, and 20 minutes later Captain Ron was in my bungalow.

In my head, I'm thinking, Will he take the lead, or should I? In my heart, I was hoping that he wanted me so badly that he would rip my sundress right off my body.

Sure enough, his big, strong hand reached for me, turned me around for a kiss, and -- POP, POP, POP -- there went the buttons holding my shift barely closed. He expertly moved his lips from mine to my now-exposed breasts, erect and ready to answer the hungry call of his mouth.

I don't know how he did it, but his teeth found just the right amount of pressure to tease my tits without biting or hurting. Captain Ron, how can you be so gorgeous and so gentle at the same time?

I reached down for his pants, and was pleased to feel that there was no belt and just a simple snap to negotiate. Down  went his trousers, and out came his cock, which was every bit as ready for action as my nipples. As he continued to suck and savor my breasts, I felt out the prospects for what was about to fill me with contentment. 

Oh, my God! No wonder they promoted him to Captain! He certainly had the yardarm for it!

Ron stopped long enough to bring his own hands to focus on his work; the massaging motion moved from my chest, down my belly, and behind my back as he lifted me in his arms. The bed wasn't far away -- thank goodness, because I felt myself already starting to explode. He laid me down and continued his work, this time flicking his tongue all the way down my stomach, over my pelvis, tracing the entire length of my legs inside and out.

When his head came back up, he looked at me for just a moment (those eyes!) -- and then it was his pleasure (and certainly mine) to explore my crotch with that lovely, lovely tongue. I swear, I lost count of the orgasms he gave me like that; I know that I was overdue and primed for action, but I don't think I've ever had a man pay that much attention to me down there.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, and I flipped the Captain up and over me, and onto his back. I think he was a little surprised at just how strong I was! I'm assuming control of the stick, Commander! Maybe it was a stupid thing to say, but I was fairly intoxicated by this time. He didn't seem to mind. 

He was delicious in my mouth. Up and down, the firmness and the salty tang; if I could have moved my clitoris, I'd have been happy to have him make love to me just like that, all day long.

But Captain Ron had other ideas.

I felt the gentle insistence in his hands as he lifted my head, and we kissed one more time. Then...oh, sweet baby Jesus! He picked me up -- I mean, straight up in the air -- and set me down on top of that long, beautiful pole. 

I was so freaking wet that, despite his size, he slid right into me without any trouble at all. The slightest of pauses, just to feel how delightful it was for us both -- and then we were going at it like two teenagers who just found out about sex.

I came, I came again, and then I knew Captain Ron had waited as long as he could. Go ahead, I said, give me everything you've got.

My last orgasm came as he shattered my world with his ejaculation. I drew it all in, soaking it up as if I had been parched in the desert for days on end. I knew I couldn't possibly slake my thirst with just this one trip to the fountain.

We lay, locked together, for quite a long while. Ron seemed in no hurry to go. I wondered if maybe he had another session on his mind.

It sure would be okay with me.