That Ominous Box on the Porch
There it was. The box. Just sitting there, plain as a brick wall, no hint of what was inside unless you already knew (and I did). Discreet packaging—well, yeah, they nailed that. No one from the street would have guessed this thing held a life size silicone sex doll named Camellia. I remember thinking: is this really my life now? But anyway, curiosity (and maybe a bit of boredom) got the better of me.
Details You Can’t Unsee
Camellia isn’t small. She stands at 5 feet 7 inches tall—170 cm if you’re feeling metric—and weighs in at about 95 lbs (43 kg). Dragging her out of the box was... not glamorous. Maybe “workout” is the wrong word but it wasn’t far off either.
Her proportions are kind of wild: bust at 34.5 inches, under bust 28, waist cinched to 25 and hips flaring out at 37 inches. C cup—though honestly she looks bigger than any C I’ve ever met in real life. Women’s shoe size? Apparently she wears a tiny 4.5-5 but good luck finding heels for her unless you shop in the kids’ aisle.
Oh and those infamous “hole depths”—I can’t believe these are actual specs people care about but here we are: vagina is 6.7 inches deep; anus clocks in just behind at 6.6 inches.
Movable Joints & The Steel Skeleton Thing
I never thought I’d spend an evening wrestling with a steel skeleton trying to pose it on my couch for—let’s call it “research.” Maybe athletic is accurate; she bends more ways than most yoga instructors but sometimes things click or creak and you have to pause and wonder if you broke something expensive or just startled yourself.
Movable joints sound great until you’re trying to get her arms down without pinching your fingers or getting a weird elbow angle that makes her look like she lost a bar fight.
Not Just About Sex (But Yeah… That Too)
Here’s where things get unexpectedly honest: yes, vaginal and anal sex is possible with Camellia (if anyone’s still pretending that’s not why they’re reading this). The silicone feels surprisingly realistic—not perfect, but enough to make you forget for half a second that you’re alone in your apartment on a Thursday night debating existential questions with an artificial companion who literally cannot answer back.
It gets weirdly quiet after awhile.
Shipping Takes Ages — Don’t Plan Your Vacation Yet
If you're thinking about ordering one because you're bored or lonely or whatever else—I don’t know your reasons—it takes longer than you'd expect to actually arrive. Processing time runs two or three weeks, then shipping tacks on another week-ish depending on where you live (free international shipping though; guess that's nice?). All told… plan for about a month before Camellia shows up ready for action—or awkward living room photo shoots.
Honestly? That wait can feel endless when impulse drove your purchase decision.
A Tangent On Cleaning & Storage Nobody Warns You About
Quick detour because nobody talks about this part: cleaning isn’t fun and storing her discreetly is harder than hiding Christmas presents from nosy housemates. Even folded up she takes up space—a lot of space—and if anyone opens your closet expecting winter coats they’ll probably never look at you the same way again.
The market for life size silicone sex dolls has expanded dramatically in recent years, making honest reviews more important than ever.
Silicone cleans up well enough but drying everything properly takes patience I don’t always have after workdays spent answering emails nobody reads anyway.
Why Bother?
Sometimes I wonder if owning something like Camellia says more about loneliness than libido—maybe both—but there’s also something oddly comforting about having control over every detail when so much else feels unpredictable these days.
She doesn’t judge my messy apartment or how many times I rewatch old sitcoms instead of going outside to meet actual humans—which sounds sad typed out loud but whatever, honesty counts for something right?
I guess that’s all for now—I’m tired just thinking about moving her back into storage tonight.
