Alright so first thing this morning, I sat down with my coffee – lukewarm because, yeah, spilled half of it trying to get to my desk – and decided to actually try out this routine I kept hearing about. You know, the “healthy como masturbase” thing everyone whispers about? Yeah, that one. Figured it was time I gave it a proper shot and logged what happened, step by step. No fancy talk, just what I did.
Getting Stuff Ready
First off, I cleared some space. Pushed the mail, old receipts, and that dusty candle off my bedside table. Felt weird setting up like it was some official project, but here we are. Grabbed:
- My regular lube – bottle was sticky, classic.
- A clean towel – kinda important, right? Didn’t want juice or whatever staining the sheets later.
- Phone timer – set for 20 minutes. Experts say don’t rush, gotta respect the clock. Felt silly hitting start.
Seriously questioned my life choices standing there holding lube and a timer. Almost bailed, but pushed on. Took a few deep breaths like those guided apps tell ya, trying not to laugh at myself.
Jumping Into The Thick Of It
Started slow, real slow. Like… glacial slow. Focused on breathing deep like the advice said. First 5 minutes? Felt awkward. Like trying to pat your head and rub your belly. Mind kept wandering to the laundry beeping downstairs, stupid stuff.
Around 10 minutes in, finally started relaxing. Like truly sinking into it. Felt some warm buzzing – not the phone, the other kind. Kept the rhythm steady. Important part: I deliberately avoided going straight for the usual quick finish. That’s the core of this “healthy routine” – building up, not sprinting.
Hit a point where I really wanted to speed things up. Felt the familiar urge kick in hard. But I glanced at the stupid timer – only 5 minutes left – and gritted my teeth. Kept that steady rhythm going even though my hand was kinda complaining. Mild cramp? Ignored it.
Finish Line and Safety Stuff
Finally, the timer went off. Honestly? Felt proud I didn’t cheat. Ended things then. Safety takeaway? Using the timer actually worked. Prevented that “ouch” feeling later, you know? Usually, I’d barrel through, chase the big feeling, and pay for it after. Soreness, maybe even a little raw. Today? Nothing. Felt fine. Even… relaxed. Weird.
Also, cleaning up was smoother. Didn’t feel like I’d run a marathon down there. Just wiped up with the towel, no stinging. Simple.
So What Did I Learn?
- Prep matters: Getting stuff ready first stopped the fumbling later. No desperate scramble.
- Slow ain’t stupid: That deliberate pacing thing? Hated it at first, loved it later. Felt deeper, honestly.
- Timer is your friend: Sounds dumb, but forcing myself to stop at 20 minutes saved me from myself. Wouldn’t listen to my body otherwise. Keeps it safe.
- Listen to the experts: Ignored a bunch of “no pain, no gain” mentality. Followed the method properly and it paid off. No regrets, just smooth sailing after.
Final thought? Wasted a lot of time before just racing towards the end. This “healthy routine” stuff? It’s legit. Takes effort not to rush, but damn, the payoff feels solid. Plus, my junk ain’t complaining. Win-win.
