Harmony Spa W38

[Pompal 09.]

I had heard good things about Sunny - that was pretty much the reason I went there at all, but I didn't call ahead due to my own time constraints and she wasn't available...my loss...

 

[lll iii]

Ive been with Sunny a few times. About 40ish, petite and a 3-4 on the pretty scale. If you like having your balls played with with just the right dose of ass play well the shes your girl. Happy with 40 tip and will pop you as many times as you can.

 

[neumnSeique]

You have no idea...I got a lot of really cool shoes. They're a recurring topic everywhere I go. I routinely have total strangers walk up to me to compliment my shoes.

 

[Sunshine lover 123]

i notice shoes seem to be a reoccuring topic at the spas. those must be one fucking mindblowing shoes

 

[ClaMeroooa]

Peeling away the layers of an onion would be so much easier than peeking under the surface of my addiction. This shit is like an onion wrapped in a spider web, run through a blender and piped onto a cake in the shape of a large, ornately decorated cock. At the core there is a sexual compulsion that is married to a deeper need for intimacy, for touch, a need to relate. These two feed each other but neither is ever fully satisfied. Atop these twin gargoyles there is a need to avoid true emotional intimacy, a need for control and distance. And then there is the pursuit of inspiration, of experience that makes the words flow through the fingers and wind up here in front of your eyes. The inspiration is fueled and fed by the isolation and solitude, and the isolation is fed by the secrecy and illegality of the acts.

I’m a serial non-repeater. There are very few places I go or women I see over and over. I have a few professional relationships but more often than not I show up unannounced, anonymous, alone…and I take a small sample and walk away, the click clack of my shoes blending with the footfalls of my fellow citizens in a way the rest of me can never manage.

I had a busy day but I saw a window – an hour and a half without any prescheduled business. I grabbed it and shoved it into my coat pocket and ran with it. A few blocks across town…into an unmarked door and up a flight of stairs to a place that doesn’t know me…to spend an hour with a pair of hands…at the end of a pair of arms…belonging to a woman who’d never met me and would never see me again.

I walked in and removed my hat like a decent and respectful sort of man and I scanned the place. Harmony Spa, it was called. Nothing special, like a hundred other places. A few private rooms with massage tables and pocket doors, a table shower, a front desk. I paid the house fee and took my shit off. A middle aged lady named Nina walked in as I put the robe on. She looked at me suspiciously. She had seen the tattoos, must have decided I could be a cop. I smiled at her and she led me down the hall.

I lay down on the table and she washed me. She did her work wordlessly. I tried to make small talk and failed. I turned over and stared at the ceiling as she ran her wet, soapy hands all over me. I can see myself…in a tiny little room…with a woman touching me everywhere…bathing me like a child…and in my head I am alone, my eyes are dead, my mouth is closed so tight not even a whisper can pass.

She dried me off and I asked her name. “Nina,” she said. I wonder what her name really is. Distance, no real names, no real anything, it’s an act, a charade, a performance. My name? She didn’t ask and I didn’t tell.

Back down the hall, I laid on the massage table and the massage was mediocre, almost pointless. It got warm in the room and she started to perspire. I flipped over on my own. I knew the end was going to be hard work today.

Humanity…fuck it…what’s the point? Each day is like the last, the only thing that changes is how much money is in my wallet.

Nina laughed at my fat stomach. Whatever, of course I couldn’t possibly give a shit what she thinks, give a shit what anyone thinks, fucking judgment, always judgment, no place to hide from the ears and eyes, just give me five minutes when the god damned voices in my head will shut the fuck up and I can think, please.

Enough. She grabbed my cock and oiled up her hand and I stuck my rough right hand under her shirt even though I didn’t like her and she wasn’t nice and she wasn’t attractive I grabbed her tits anyway because I needed to come, please, OK I just needed to come already could I please have my fucking fix?

Nina was sweating her ass off, my mind was drifting like it does.”Tits, yeah, OK nice…feels great…Lola, where’s Lola when I need her…what time is it? What’s her name? How long have I been here? How much money is in my pants? Where’s Lily? Where are any of us? Fuck it.”

I shut myself down. Closed my eyes. Closed my ears…shoved my hand into her bra and shot my load.

Once I had come, she warmed up, that fucking Nina…started making chit chat with me. I bullshitted her, talked a little out my ass as I hurried the fuck up to get dressed. God damn she had to talk about the fucking shoes…for a moment I wanted to burn the fucking shoes…the massage table, the building, all of god damned midtown. I needed air, my chest was hurting again. My face was red. I tipped her forty and she finally smiled. Fuck it. Air. Needed air.

Down the stairs and out the door and I breathed in the grey filthy air of Manhattan and it gave me life the way it always does. Another layer of the onion peeled away...then replaced with a new layer. If there is one place on planet earth where a man can disappear, this is it. Watch me…watch me…watch me closely…I am gone.

 

[bill g]

Went to Harmony spa for the first time. Place is on the third floor.

Receptionist lead me to the room. A minute later Gina entered. She is pretty, about 40 years old with a great attitude. TS was above average. I requested a medium massage. She put a real effort into the massage, it was professional quality.

Then she dimmed the lights started the sensual soft touch, and massaged my legs and ass, after the flip started at my chest worked her way down. Great with her hands, knew how to please me, was not rushed.

Helped me get dressed, gave me water, and walked me out.
70+40, Will come back when I need a quality massage.

 

[hrpyatrod]

Oh sorry, I should've said nothing extra aside from the HJ.

 

[Persephone]

so no release and you tipped 40? That's your prerogative of course....

 

[Caprikorn]

Thanks for the review.....I wont wast my bucks there!
Reviews of bad places are sometimes better info than the good places.

 

[juicygirl172]

Did a search for Harmony and 646-833-7364 but didn't get anything. I'll assume this was a TOFTT. It's a walkup in a so-so building a few blocks from MSG. The place itself is pretty clean. The room I was in had sliding doors, the table shower was ok also. I had Monica who IMO is very pretty (mid 20s) and had a decent figure. Too bad she doesn't smile more.

She's very through during the shower, and the massage was pretty good. No hint of anything extra at all. Best I could do was some OTC roaming. Oh well.

Damage 70 + 40 tip.