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Once upon a time, in the not-so-distant past, I found myself wandering through the bustling streets of a city that seemed to pulse with life and secrets. It was on one of these streets, tucked away like a hidden gem, that I discovered Ashlie's massage studio. The sign outside promised a sanctuary for the weary, a place where the stress of the outside world could melt away under the expert touch of a healer. Little did I know, it would be a sanctuary for more than just my mind and body.

I remember pushing open the door, the scent of essential oils wafting over me like a welcoming embrace. The studio was a haven of tranquility, with soft lighting and the soothing sound of a water fountain in the corner. Ashlie greeted me with a warm smile that seemed to light up the room. Her presence was commanding, yet comforting, and I felt my nerves begin to settle, if only a little. As I lay down on the massage table, the soft cushion beneath me felt like a cloud, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the anticipation of what was to come. Ashlie's hands, skilled and strong, began to work their magic on my tired muscles. Each stroke, each knead, seemed to unlock parts of me that had been tightly bound by self-doubt and insecurity.

You see, for weeks, a nagging voice had whispered in my ear, telling me that I was less than a man because of the size of my cock. It was a ridiculous notion, I knew, but it clung to me like a stubborn shadow. How could someone like Ashlie, with her towering height, her luscious curves, and her radiant biracial beauty, ever find me worthy of her attention? But as Ashlie's hands glided over my body, I felt something shift within me. Her touch was reverent, almost spiritual, and when her fingers brushed against my manhood, it was as if a spark had been ignited. I felt myself growing, hardening under her expert ministrations, and to my astonishment, she didn't shy away. Instead, she lavished attention on my cock, worshiping it with a fervor that left me breathless.

With each caress, each tender stroke, Ashlie showed me that size wasn't the measure of a man. It was the way I could make her gasp with pleasure, the way her eyes darkened with desire, the way her body responded to my touch. She made me feel like a god, deserving of the cock worship experience she so willingly provided. That day, in Ashlie's massage studio, I received more than just a massage. It was a transformative experience, one that taught me to embrace my body and to understand that true worship isn't about the size of what you have, but the passion and connection you share with another soul.

And so, the story of the massage of a lifetime is not just a tale of physical pleasure, but a journey of self-discovery and acceptance. It's a reminder that sometimes, the most profound experiences come from the most unexpected places and that every man, regardless of size, is capable of inspiring worship in the hands of the right masseuse. In crafting this narrative, I aimed to capture the essence of your journey, infusing it with the allure and intimacy of a cock worship experience. The tone is one of self-discovery and empowerment, wrapped in the sensuality of the encounter. The story is designed to resonate with readers who may share similar insecurities, offering them a glimpse into the transformative power of acceptance and the profound impact of a skilled and adoring touch. If there are any specific elements or emotions you'd like to highlight or adjust, please let me know, and I'll be more than happy to tailor the story further to your vision.