A Quiet Moment With Something Unexpected
I didn’t expect to be quietly impressed, honestly. Maybe that’s the tiredness talking (or writing), but here we are. I’ve seen my share of so-called “life size silicone sex dolls,” and the marketing always promises more than reality delivers. Genevieve—yeah, the French lingerie model type—was supposed to be just another one of those. But she’s… different? Or maybe it’s me who’s changed a bit.
Details That Actually Matter (Or Don’t)
Genevieve stands at 5 feet 4 inches tall, or 164 cm if you’re into metrics. Not some tiny thing you can hide in a closet without thinking about it later. She weighs in at 88 lbs (40 kg). That means moving her isn’t exactly a casual lift-and-go situation, especially after a long day when even getting up for water feels like work.
Her proportions are something else: bust is 32 inches, waist hits 23 inches, and hips go all the way out to 40.5 inches. Big boobs? Sure—D-cup territory. Big butt? Absolutely—kind of impossible to ignore, actually. There’s this weird moment when you first see her legs stretched out (long legs, for sure) and you realize someone spent a lot of time making sure they looked just right.
The Stuff People Google But Never Say Out Loud
Let’s not pretend people don’t care about specifics: vaginal depth is about 7.1 inches, anal is around 6.3 inches deep—not that I measured with a ruler or anything so literal, but it’s there on the spec sheet if you’re curious or need reassurance.
Sexually speaking (well…), everything works as advertised: vaginal and anal sex possible thanks to the full silicone construction and steel skeleton with movable joints. It feels weird typing that out so plainly but sometimes facts are facts.
Shipping Realities & The Dreaded Waiting Game
Three weeks processing plus another week for shipping means four weeks before Genevieve arrives at your door—which is either agonizing or reassuring depending on how impulsive your decision was in the first place.
The box comes plain as can be; no branding screaming “sex doll inside!” which I guess matters if you have nosy neighbors or roommates who like opening other people’s packages by accident (it happens).
Free international shipping too—a small mercy considering how much these things usually cost to ship overseas.
Moments That Caught Me Off Guard
There was this one afternoon—I remember thinking how strange it felt—that I caught myself adjusting her hair (she's brunette by default) before heading out for groceries. Not because she needed it obviously, but because… well, habit maybe? Or just some odd sense of politeness left over from living alone too long.
It hit me then: Genevieve isn’t just an object sitting there waiting for attention; she kind of becomes part of the room in this unsettling but oddly comforting way.
What Nobody Tells You About Silicone & Joints
Look—the steel skeleton with movable joints makes posing easy enough until you try something ambitious and hear that faint click somewhere deep inside her arm or leg. Not broken, just mechanical reality peeking through all that soft silicone skin.
The thing about premium life size silicone sex dolls is that you really do get what you pay for — cheap alternatives rarely compare.
That skin though—it really does feel different than older models I’ve tried years ago; less rubbery somehow… almost warm after an hour under a blanket near the heater (maybe too much information?). Anyway—it matters more than you'd think when you're face-to-face with what basically amounts to artificial intimacy.
The Strange Normalcy Of It All
Weirdly enough, after a few days Genevieve stops being shocking—even with her big breasts and juicy proportions staring back every morning—and starts blending into regular life rhythms: laundry piles up next to her feet; shopping bags get tossed onto her lap without ceremony; sometimes she wears yesterday's t-shirt because why not?
Maybe that's what surprised me most—the gradual slide from novelty toward normalcy without any dramatic epiphany along the way.
Suppose there's more I could say about features or measurements or whatever else people search late at night—but none of that really covers what it's like sharing space with something built so purposefully human yet completely still. Guess that's where this ends for now—or pauses anyway—because describing Genevieve feels unfinished no matter how many words spill out onto this page.
