Rewarding myself with masturbation

When you get an A in school, when you graduate, when you get your first job, when you buy a car or an apartment, you deserve a reward. Sometimes others prepare it for you, sometimes we reward ourselves - for the excellent work we have done, for all the shit we have to put through in school, for the car that we could barely afford and for which we got so drunk, so it will serve us for many years. Likewise, for other things, we mostly reward ourselves with large amounts of alcohol and a horrible headache the next day. 

As a kid, I always liked to be rewarded. It was an incentive for the tedious work I needed to do - room cleaning, dishwashing, vacuuming. The tasks I still hate today were suddenly much easier when I knew I could go to sleep if and when I did them well, or I could play, go out, waste my pocket money for chewing gums or ice cream. 

Years went by, but some habits didn't change. I have rewarded myself throughout my schooling, and I still do it today. In elementary and high school, I did this mostly when I got good grades. In elementary school, the awards were still reasonably innocent. Going out with friends on Friday, candies, grandma's lunch.

In high school, the rewarding system changed. I was still studying, cooking, and tidying up, but the candies and lunch weren't good enough anymore. I began to reward myself with more and more frequent outings with friends, and drinking, as well as masturbation. As I was coming home from school before my parents, I quickly tidied up the apartment and took the dog out. Once back, I locked the door, finally took off my pants, and hopped into bed for a deftly play of my fingers. I was rewarding myself with orgasms. 

After graduation, the whole June and July were full of orgasms - for every final exam that I passed. Of course, that wasn't all I was doing; I still kept the night out reward. I didn't give up alcohol either. 

I calmed down a bit in my first year of college. It was too stressful, especially during the exam period at the end of the first semester. I spent most of my time reading books and studying; I was going out only to walk the dog. When I was studying or actually torturing my brain in bed, I preferred to take ten-minute naps. I was so exhausted that I started using the snooze button for the first time.

Since this exam period was a complete disaster, I chose a different studying approach in June. Fingers were back in the game. However, I didn't use them only when I got good grades. My hand slipped under my panties even while I was studying. I usually set a goal of what subject matter I needed to process to reward myself with magic fingers' game. And so my studying became much more enjoyable.

I am still doing it today, as masturbation as a reward is the best incentive, at least when I need to do chords - vacuuming, washing the dishes, and so on. Since I have finally got the job and, of course, monthly paychecks, I can afford to buy myself a toy each month, you know, to reward myself. 

At first, doing so seemed weird to me, and I often wondered if there were such crazy girls in the world as me who reward themselves with masturbation or prefer to go shopping for new clothes. I still don't have the answer, but I feel excellent while I am doing it, and it gets me through everyday tasks. Less money spent on rewards (I don't buy chocolate or clothes), work well done, and countless orgasms. 

Now, of to bed, I have successfully finished the article.

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