Who would think a weekend of debauchery would actually make me feel this good?

So I have a question for you people now. When was the last time you totally got whatever you wanted without any strings attached? Think long and hard. It doesn't even have to be something big. Ok, got it? Take that and stretch it out over the entire length of the weekend and that explains mine.
I won't go into too much detail (kids could read this thing), but I'll start off by saying that the ex came over to my apartment for the weekend and treated me like a prince. I'm talking the palm leaf and grapes/turkey leg prince too, none of that cheapo she gave me a foot massage crap.

Now this whole thing started when she found out that another female was interested in me (hence last weeks post about brain hurting/drama). At first it caused a bit of a hullabulloo, but as if by magic her normal tendencies seemed to disappear. As if I had found the magic antidote to estrogen she went from total jealous hard ass to ever willing servant. You can bet your sweet ass I milked it for all its worth too. ;)
Now don't get it in your head I am some kind of chauvinistic asshole, and in fact I'm quite the opposite. For four years she was the princess and almost like a scene from Oliver Twist I would often be seen asking "Please sir, I want some more" when it came to getting a scrap of what I pumped out to her. This was my just rewards I guess.

For those of you wondering what this weekend entailed here is a brief summary:

Sex, steak, beer, sex, italian food, full body massage, sex, and lastly sex.

If anyone is disgusted by that, I can assure you that the cow that died for my steak was humanely killed.

Now some of you might say "Jory, if that is an ideal weekend you are a pretty shallow guy" and to you I would say "Fuck off you insipid twit". Of course with the upmost respect.