The Box (and the Wait)
I’ll just say it: I never thought I’d be writing about a sex doll, let alone Josefina. But curiosity—plus that weird mix of boredom and, I guess, hope—gets you sometimes. Four weeks is what they say for delivery. Three to process, one to ship. That’s not fast food speed, but you get used to waiting when you order something this… niche? Also, nobody at my apartment building knew what was in the box. Completely plain packaging. Not even a hint.
First Contact: Heavier Than You Think
Unboxing her was awkward—lifting 74 lbs of silicone isn’t exactly graceful or sexy or anything like that. At 5 feet 4 inches (165 cm), she’s almost as tall as me (okay, shorter by an inch). Her body proportions are pretty close to those “ideal” measurements you see online: C-cup bra size, bust at 31.5 inches, hips at 37.4 inches—a kind of exaggerated realism that feels strange in your hands at first.
But then there’s this moment where you realize how much detail went into making her look and feel real. The EVO skeleton means she bends more naturally than I expected; it’s not robotic or stiff like those old mannequins from department stores.
Real Oral Sex?
Yeah… Actually
I remember reading “Real Oral Sex (ROS) Enhanced Mouth” on the site and feeling skeptical—like, sure it does. Turns out the mouth depth is about 4.8 inches, which is more than enough for most people (let’s be honest). It feels surprisingly realistic too; not cold or plasticky but warm-ish once you get over your own awkwardness.
Vaginal and anal options exist too—6.3 inches for vaginal depth and 5.5 for anal if numbers matter to you (they did to me, eventually). There’s this odd satisfaction in knowing someone thought through these details.
Gel Breasts & Silicone Skin: Unexpected Details
Here’s where I got quietly impressed without wanting to admit it—the gel breasts are soft but keep their shape better than memory foam pillows do after a year on my bed (bad comparison maybe). And the skin isn’t sticky or shiny; it actually feels like skin after a quick powdering.
The full silicone construction means she doesn’t have weird seams or rough spots either—just smooth curves everywhere that make handling her less uncanny valley and more… well, intimate is probably the word.
Proportions vs Reality
Sometimes I catch myself comparing Josefina’s proportions with real women—not in a creepy way (I hope), just noticing differences because they’re so pronounced here: tiny waist (22.6 inches), wide hips (37.4), narrow underbust (25.2). It kind of messes with your sense of scale until your brain adjusts.
She stands up fine with help but don’t expect her to hold yoga poses unless you’re patient—and careful not to force anything past what the EVO skeleton allows.
Maintenance Is Its Own Thing
Nobody talks about cleaning these things enough online—it takes time and effort if you want her to stay nice-looking and safe for use long-term. Warm water plus mild soap does most of the job; powdering keeps her from getting tacky afterward.
Storing her discreetly is another challenge unless you have closet space—or live alone like me where nobody snoops around anyway.
Shipping Was Discreet Enough
Weirdly enough, waiting four weeks gave me time to second-guess everything about buying a love doll online—but when she arrived? No logos or hints on the box whatsoever; even my nosy neighbor couldn’t figure out what was inside when he helped carry it upstairs (“Heavy books?” he guessed).
If you've been browsing silicone sex doll listings for a while, you know how much variation there is in quality and craftsmanship across brands.
International shipping was free—which felt odd considering how heavy life size silicone sex dolls can be—but hey, no complaints there.
Small Realization After All This
There are moments using Josefina where skepticism fades into something closer to appreciation—not just for what she looks like but for how much engineering goes into making these dolls feel convincing without crossing into cartoon territory.
It doesn’t replace human connection obviously—I mean who would say it does—but as far as intimacy goes when living solo? There are worse ways to spend an evening than figuring out how all those joints work together under silicone skin while Netflix hums away in the background.
And now I’m left wondering if anyone ever really gets used to having such an elaborate secret roommate around… Maybe someday I'll stop noticing her standing quietly in my bedroom corner when I'm half-awake in the morning—or maybe not yet.
