Yuki yet again

[Jobo]

Can you walk in to Salon 59 ? Or have to call ahead ?
Always used to be able to just walk in to Yuki and its incarnations in the past, wondering if thats still true

 

[ldqcpagh]

The number for Salon 59 is 212-997-2456.

 

[sledge250672]

Try this link. I saw Candy last week. She also sent this Latino home quite happy.

http://www.massageplanet.com/forum/showthread.php?73869-Hiyako-Spa-(Midtown-West)-**NEW**

 

[Jesus U]

Gracias wise one... They use the old Yuki number! Care 2 share the current digits

 

[evqtchka]

This location is no longer Yuki. It's the new location of Hiyako. Yuki has actually been folded into Salon 59 on 37th...

 

[Pompal 09.]

I had not been 2 my bread & butter rub & tug 4 some time but I had an interesting session @ the ''new'' 8th ave locale. Showed up around noon 2day(sun)& was greeted by Candy. She is a cute spinner with a tattoo that starts @ her right shoulder & ends in her cleavage. I get standard t/s followed by so-so back rub. Then she tells me 2 turn over & asks if I want a handy, a blowie or everything???? I was surprised cuz I have been to the old Yuki a dozen times with no such offer. I opted 4 the blowie and got a bbbj sans cim. Nevertheless it was smooth & toothless. Just what the doctor ordered!!! 70 house plus a hundy sent this Latino home quite happy!

 

[tom d]

The mamasan heavily enforces against FS extras here. Why I dont know, biz would be much better. As it is its near impossible to get more than a nude HJ and some ball licking. The girls wont actually get naked either, just pulling up/down the outfit. Not like the old days when it was 22west.

 

[tamvzo]

Hotter, younger offerings, yeah...even remarkably so. As in, in her early-20s, as opposed to a 38-year-old with a youngish face claiming to be 22 (Red Spa 21). Anyway, went recently, had a nice young girl, a tiny girl, but she was rather unaccommodating at the crucial stages. That's fine for other places, but here, if the girl won't even take her top off, say, and shies from touching, then what's the point. It sort of ruins it. Which it did. Expectations and such. Oh well.

 

[rabcnesbit]

Beats me. That was my first visit. There were some younger and hotter looking girls here and there at the place. I operated on the assumption that Nana would probably compensate for physical shortcomings in other ways...I think the gamble paid off. I understand Sandy was there as of a month ago but that's an eternity in AMP time...

 

[hagerstown_chic]

is Sandy around? who has the biggest rack there?

 

[Kristillud]

In a world of heathens, I am the first and foremost non-believer, but I think a solid and deeply restrictive set of religious beliefs would come in handy. Let's say I want to believe, I just can't seem to do it.

In my never ending quest for spiritual fulfillment, I make frequent stops in the ditches of depravity. Call them reality checks, call them detours on my heavenly path, call them whatever you want, just don't call them off.

On the heels of visiting the re-formed and now collapsed Yuki Spa (which itself has now been folded into Salon 59, which is fitting in that both of them rose from the ashes of Yuki...which rose from the ashes of 22 Spa...which rose from the ashes of VIP Spa...which rose from the ashes of Gold Spa...sensing a trend here?) I decided to visit Salon 59.

Any place with this sort of bloodline is clearly at a disadvantage. For starters, the place will always be compared to places and joints that exist only in memory and as such were inevitably "better" than this one. Nothing is ever as good as something that you can remember any way you want. Second, well...what happened to reduce all those prior incarnations to rubble? Given the nature of the services being offered it ain't hard to guess. That little air of risk hangs in the mist over every new incarnation.

As usual, I walked into the place as a nobody. The entrance is discreet and unmarked. The place is clean and the rooms are private. There's a table shower and pretty much everything a joint like this is supposed to have.

I was greeted by Nana, a fortyish Korean lady who is really nothing special to look at but has a great personality and is exceptionally eager to please. I gave her the house fee of 80 bucks and got undressed. Nana's a fun and friendly woman but if the usual array of fake oohs and ahhs offends you, shop elsewhere. I don't mind. That sort of thing almost reminds me of the sounds of a believer consumed by the rapture. Bring it on, vengeful god!

Down the hall she led me to the table shower, where she donned the rubber boots and had me lay down.

At this stage I noticed two things:

One: the same Korean-language Christian music that I heard at Yuki was blaring through the place. Clearly I had come to the right place for a spiritual awakening.

Two: Nana takes genital cleanliness seriously. She practically gave me a soapy jack off with her enthusiastic rubbing of my cock. I would venture to guess that I've never gotten quite so hard during a table shower, nor has my cock ever been quite so clean. That's some serious attention to detail.

Back at the massage table, Nana popped a mint into her mouth and offered me one, which I graciously accepted. I'm pretty solid in the oral hygiene department but in these after-lunch engagements, well, you can never smell too fresh, I say. Besides, it felt kind of like receiving communion. Thank you, Reverend Nana, for the body and blood of the Lord!

She asked me what kind of massage I wanted. This is the point at which I usually say "strong" or "hard" because that's what I like. But this time...hell, I didn't give a shit. I was horny, I was hard, I wanted to get my rocks off with an Old Testament urgency. So I said "Baby, I just want your hands on me right now."

She obliged by immediately pulling the top of her dress down and the bottom of it up. She ran her little A cup tits down my back and ran her fingertips up it. She rubbed my ass...she kissed my ass...she licked my ass. Remaining face down was becoming a challenge.

With a semi-toneless Korean choir braying "Onward Christian Soldiers" in my ears I growled a little and turned over. Nana's a sharp lady and she grabbed my cock and started jacking it immediately. I had gotten laid the day before, mind you, so I knew it was going to be a chore for her to get me off, but I figured I'd tip excessively and make it worth her chronic arm pain. In any event, I knew that Christian work ethic would kick in and she'd finish the job.

She added some oil and kept working on it and then she surprised me by climbing up on the table, pulling her panties down, and sitting on my face. Well that's always a happy addition to the routine and I ate her nice clean pussy for a while and her silly oohs and ahhs reached new decibel levels. In fact, for a minute there it almost seemed like she'd drown out the First Church of Painful Tone Deaf Baptist Ritual Choir's version of "What A Friend We Have In Jesus."

Every good surprise deserves reciprocity, of course, so I decided to surprise Nana in return, and I stuck my tongue in her ass and rimmed her for a solid couple of minutes, producing ever-widening oohs and rising ahhs. Had she seen God? Not nearly. This girl's a professional. But I was looking skyward for a sign from the heavens and was fully prepared to accept whatever God was dealing.

Not to be outdone, she surprised me right back by leaning over and licking my cock and balls prodigiously while continuing to jack me off. Sneaky, isn't she?

Well little did she know I had one last trick up my...well, not my sleeve exactly but let's not fuck with mixed metaphors. Rather conveniently, the choir turned to page 43 in the Bleeding Eardrum Hymnal and launched into "Nearer My God To Thee" at which point I took the Lord's name in vain and blasted a sticky load on Nana's face and hair that I am certain will benefit her youthful complexion for years to come.

Basking in the glow of God's obvious musical approval, I joyously dressed and handed her an utterly excessive 80 buck tip before adjusting my hat and heading on my merry way. Charity, after all, begins at the massage parlor.

Thank you Jesus, thank you Lord. Thus endeth the lesson.

 

[lakwatsa]

I did call. PM me through the other thing.

 

[Raqhim]

Given their history, posting the address would be deeply wrong.

You're WAYYYY off.

Call and ask.

 

[gesyenvigebix]

I couldn't find the address. 610?

 

[green_furious]

212-213-8889

8th Ave around 40th.

 

[drercurposype]

current location & phone number????

 

[nkexjuvsijmibaemz]

I suppose having no history with this place works both to my benefit and my detriment. At one point last year I had resolved to try the place and was literally on my way there when they got shut down. I figured it was an omen and I avoided the subsequent incarnations until I finally decided...new year...why not?

Having nothing to compare the place to in terms of its own illustrious past means that my perspective is fresh - I can only compare it to the other places that presently exist in the market in terms of quality and value. It also means that my point of view lacks historical context and is subject to the criticism that "it ain't what it used to be." I'm sure it ain't, but I really am in no position to say. I can only tell you what it is.

In its current incarnation and location the place (Yuki, not the separate and distinct Salon 59) is a small and physically unimpressive spa that provides what I found to be exceptionally welcoming and accommodating service.

The location itself is seedy, with no discreet manner of entry and exit. The ground floor houses a porno shop with those vile jack-off booths on the second floor. The door to the upper floors is wide open and a sign simply says "Spa." Not recommended for City Councilmen and the like.

Once you are in the door the place is small - maybe three or possibly four rooms - but the rooms are private and the whole place is neat and clean and well-maintained. The table shower has plenty of space and hot water. Curiously, when I was there, the music that was playing seemed to consist of Christian hymns, sung in Korean, which I found rather hilarious.

Walking the place as "Joe Customer" I was greeted with effusive warmth. I immediately felt that they were grateful for my business and happy I was there. That overall attitude and disposition was accompanied by an eagerness to please that I found refreshing and which counts for an awful lot in my book.

I paid the $80 house fee for the hour and was brought to a room and introduced to Shiloh, a Korean woman I'd place somewhere in her 30's with a decent figure (in a little black dress, always a plus in my book) and a great attitude. She had a nice big ass, tiny A-cups and a pleasant in unexceptional face. Her physically average appearance played second fiddle to her terrific and effusive personality. A 5 in looks but a 10 in attitude makes for a much better combination than the reverse, and she made sure I had a good time.

The table shower was playful but also really thorough. I'm typically not into table showers, but this was certainly one of the better ones I've had, and I felt warm and refreshed after. In a happy moment of foreshadowing, she washed my ass energetically, warning me beforehand that she was going to wash my crack - "only wash" she said, I suppose to allay theoretical fears of a midshower prostate invasion. I laughed out loud and said "Only wash? I hope more than wash." She giggled. Groundwork was thus laid, though I didn't know it yet...

We went back to the room and she started the massage, which was basic and soft, perfectly acceptable and relaxing. The therapeutic value was limited, but it was a nice prelude to further fun.

Then things got good. She licked her way up the back of my legs to my ass...kissed and licked my ass...and then, unprompted, gave me a nice bit of unsolicited and thoroughly enjoyable rimming.

Mind you - no discussion of tip amounts had occurred up to this point...and none ensued. Things just flowed on a good faith assumption that good service would be fairly compensated - a practice that seems to get rarer every day but from my perspective is always nice and is always something that makes me feel more generous, not less.

Things flowed wordlessly and pleasantly...I flipped over, she stood on the table over me and bent at the waist to oil my hard cock. I pulled her down to me and tasted her nice, fresh pussy. In the background I could hear a Korean version of "Amazing Grace" playing on the stereo and I buried my face in her pussy to avoid laughing out loud.

Unshaven, not a jungle, very tasty. I can hear the monger complaints about her "hairy bush" in my ears already...whatever...more than a landing strip, less than the black forest. Not an issue for me.

She started jacking me off while I ate her pussy and, unfortunately, she chimed in with exaggerated over the top fake orgasmic scenery chewing...not a deal breaker but hardly a mood setter for me. Sorry baby, I may believe I have oral skills, but there's just no earthly way you could possibly be coming 15 seconds after my tongue hits your clit...

Even so, the handjob was working out nicely and the pussy tasted good. I went with it...was more potentially on the menu? I'm positing the assumption that it was...rimmers don't then typically turn around and refuse to suck your filthy cock after having stuck their tongue up your ass...just saying...but I was about ready to pop, so I did...and it was nice.

She came back with hot towels and cleaned up nicely. We chit chatted about my shoes, per the norm for my demented "social" life, and then I handed her an 80 dollar tip and she jumped up and said "Jackpot!" and hugged me. Of course at that point the phone girl had to peek in the room and I laughed out loud at the absurdity of the entire experience...the rimming...the porn palace downstairs...the rimming...the "Onward Christian Soldiers" soundtrack...the rimming...did I mention the rimming?

As I hit the street I was smiling to myself...an hour spent well, if meaninglessly...and that's absolutely all it needed to be.

 

[oupnzuxz]

Where is this place again?

 

[sexy uk indian girl]

Went there the other night. Had Nana, who seemed to be mid-thirties. Not the best looker, either in face or body, but worked very hard to please. The table shower was very detailed , paying special, giggling attention to those area South of the equator. The massage was actually fairly good for an r & t . . . not as good as, well, Gold, but better than I've gotten since that place. She worked herself into a lather on the ST, but kept pushing too hard and accidentally digging her nails in. I don't know how to score this encounter, but for someone less sensitive, as in need of a massage as a release, she'd be an option.

 

[Sharon Wiliams]

Yes, Gold transformed into Yuki