An Orgasm a Day Keeps the Stress Away

The Best Medicine: A 30-Day Prescription for Pleasure and Peace

I masturbated twice a day for 30 days. And no, this isn’t a cry for help. It’s a case study.

Instead of sunrise yoga and whispered affirmations, I committed to orgasms as a ritual. Morning and night. For science. For sanity. What started as a rebellious alternative to wellness culture became a deliberate experiment in stress relief, self-connection, and pleasure as medicine. This is what happened when I chose my body over my to-do list...

I don’t know about you, but so far, 2019 has had me feeling a little stressed and out of sorts. Lately, I’ve found myself lacking routine or any kind of structure, really. I wish I could be one of those 5am-gym-going, bonsai-tree-clipping, green-juice-drinking, Reiki-practising kind of girls… but I’m just not.

I’ve tried meditation. I’ve tried deep breathing. It doesn’t stick. But what I lack in focus, I can more than make up for in sex drive. So I started wondering: maybe self-love is the cure-all?

Instead of exams being the first thing on my mind when I woke up, and bills and taxes being the last thing I thought about before falling asleep, I decided to fill those moments with something far more pleasurable. For the past 30 days, I masturbated every morning and every night. Even when I wasn’t really in the mood. Even when I had a million other things to do. Even when I desperately wanted to hit snooze and steal a few more minutes of sleep. I pushed through. What a trooper I am!

I should preface this by saying that while masturbating twice a day might sound like a slow Monday to some of you, my usual habits were far more modest: once a week, on average. So the question became: could a strict masturbation regime be the remedy for my elevated cortisol levels (the primary stress hormone)?

Here are the results…

I experienced a noticeably better quality of sleep. Falling asleep came more easily, I woke feeling more refreshed, and I had fewer interruptions during the night.

I also had some very vivid (and very excellent) sex dreams. No actual sleep orgasms, unfortunately. (I’ve only had a handful in my life, so they remain a rare treat).

As the month progressed, I noticed my arousal became more efficient. During both solo sessions and bookings with clients, I was able to reach climax much faster.

My orgasms were longer and stronger, too. Alone and with a partner.

I developed more control over my orgasms, including the ability to keep quiet rather than screaming the house down.

Most importantly, I began to see masturbation as a genuine act of self-care, on par with calling a friend after a tough day or running a bubble bath at the end of a long week. With each passing day, setting aside time purely for my own pleasure, improved my overall sense of wellbeing and happiness. I even started to feel a strange sense of bonding with myself. It felt like being wrapped in a cocoon of kindness and tenderness, just for me.

Honestly, they should rename Chicken Soup for the Soul to KY Jelly for the Soul.

There were physical benefits, too. It felt like following a workout program for my pelvic floor, and I’m fairly sure my abs and butt got a look-in as well. All those orgasms can only be good news for muscle tone.

My mood, stress levels, and focus all improved noticeably, which isn’t surprising given the flood of endorphins involved. While my findings are admittedly subjective, I can confidently say I felt calmer, lighter, and far less tense overall.

Interestingly, after 30 days of consistent masturbation, my sex drive went through the roof. I’ve always found this paradox fascinating. I’ve never had an orgasm and thought, “Well, that’s me sorted for the month.” Quite the opposite. Once I get a taste, I want more. And true to form, the more I masturbated, the more I found myself fantasising throughout the day (even at wildly inappropriate times).

All in all, I have no regrets about how I spent those 30 days. I’ve accepted that meditation, affirmations, and most self-help-book fluff just aren’t really my thing. But that doesn’t mean I can’t find my own path to inner peace.

Some girls are “my body is a temple” girls. Others prefer to sit inside their temple and play with their pussy. Each to their own.

Stay tuned for my next blog: “I Abstained From Masturbation For 30 Days.”

Ha ha ha… next joke.

Jasmine x