Yume Nuru Massage is located in Sukhumvit Soi 20 near Asok BTS station. After exiting the station, cross the overpass and intersection—it's a 5-8 minute walk. Shops line both sides of the street, but Yume’s girls are clearly of higher quality than the rest. You can check out a few nearby places along the way, but both the standard and selection fall short by comparison. The shop is small with a clean, understated Japanese-style aesthetic. Upon entering, the front desk offers small canned drinks and water, allowing you to browse and select via tablet or in person.
Selection & Standards
Upon arrival, the girl I had booked didn’t meet expectations in person, so I decided to switch on the spot—the shop was accommodating. At 3:30 p.m., some of the better-looking girls had already been chosen and were with clients; heading over in the evening would likely offer more options. When selecting, I focused mainly on physical attributes: facial features (elegant or seductive), breast and hip size, skin tone and texture, and overall body fullness. These criteria can serve as a useful reference. Service attitude only needs to be basic—nothing exceptional is typically expected in Thailand.
Following these standards, I ultimately chose Miya. She has classic Southeast Asian features with smooth facial contours and a gentle, bright demeanor. Her body is healthy and full (natural face), with medium height and a pair of naturally pale, soft breasts—neither too large nor too small for an Asian girl, with a natural shape and no implants. She wore a short black skirt with a floral pattern on the back, revealing a red rose design.
Space
She soon returned after preparing and led me upstairs. The entire shop is brighter than the classic Tokyo Yoshiwara soapland style, though slightly dimmer lighting might enhance the atmosphere. The room is compact, featuring a bathtub and waterbed. Miya first filled the tub and thoughtfully asked about the water temperature—a nice touch. After I settled into the bath, she turned on a small neon light and adjusted the room lighting to a soft, intimate glow.
Icebreaker
Miya quickly removed all her clothing, revealing her body. Her lower abdomen is slightly rounded, and her intimate area is neatly trimmed—avoiding an unkempt look while retaining a touch of natural wildness. I couldn’t help imagining the intimate scene of her taking me in. She doesn’t speak Chinese and her English is basic, but we could still chat a little with simple words. Laughing and talking in the tub felt like a brief moment of closeness.
She motioned me to the airbed. Thick lubricant was poured onto my back and spread evenly. She gently lay on top of me, her breasts sliding against my skin like two dolphins comforting each other with smooth touch. When I turned over, her body glowed softly under the blacklight, nipples erect. I reached out to hold her breasts and tease the tips; she closed her eyes and twitched twice as if shocked by electricity.
Progression
My hands moved down her body to her waist and hips, gripping her buttocks firmly. Miya examined my full, thick glans, put on a large condom, and carefully lowered herself onto me. I closed my eyes to savor the tight warmth. Each gentle thrust was accompanied by soft wet sounds as her inner muscles rubbed against me. The pronounced ridge at the head created the strongest sensation. I couldn’t help but appreciate the tightness of Asian girls.
The airbed was too slippery for proper leverage, so I suggested moving to the regular bed. She turned around, and I entered from behind. She reached back with her right hand to guide me in. Holding her waist, I began thrusting while she rocked back to match my angle, letting out continuous soft moans. I couldn’t see her expression, only feeling the wet warmth where we were connected. The Japanese dancer tattoo on her left shoulder made me push deeper. “You’re just a cum receptacle for me to use however I want—being taken and used by me is your honor,” I thought uncontrollably. The polite, witty version of myself had vanished, leaving only a vulgar bastard.
Edge of Control
I chose a face-to-face position to finish. Pressing down on Miya, our bodies still tightly joined, I reached down to spread her legs wider. Resting my head on her shoulder, I caught a faint jasmine scent—perhaps her perfume. She lay open beneath me, legs raised like an inverted breaststroke, her lower back arching slightly to take me fully with each thrust. Remembering her composed demeanor downstairs, now greedily craving to be filled again and again, I couldn’t help but chuckle and quickened my pace.
The swollen shaft delivered its final thrust, releasing all the milky essence inside her. In that moment, my body and mind felt completely emptied. Lying in the bathtub afterward, the water rippled with a faint blue glow, mist spreading across the surface like foam reflecting the light. I relaxed and let the warm water cover my neck. All of life’s experiences seemed like fleeting shadows—beauty and sorrow alike appearing as brief flashes in a kaleidoscope, arising and fading in an instant.
Recommendation
If you’re hoping for a great experience at Yume Nuru Massage, besides choosing the right girl, it’s essential to relax and stay present. Focus fully on the moment without distraction, surrendering your body and mind to the here and now so the other person can relax too. Overemphasizing service etiquette can make both sides tense, making true immersion difficult and reducing enjoyment.
P.S. While the site owner was waiting with me at Yume Massage, we saw Boa and Charlotte. Both have good looks and stand out among the girls 😳.
