The “Executive” Vibe (I’m Still Not Sure What That Means)
You ever see a product name and just… blink? “Executive Mistress”—like she’s going to schedule your quarterly review and then, I dunno, punish you for missing deadlines. Anyway. There she was: Leixi. Five feet seven inches of life size silicone sex doll ambition, staring at me from a website that looked both too professional and not nearly professional enough.
I remember thinking—do people actually want their sex dolls to look like they could fire them? Maybe it’s a power thing. Or maybe it’s just the suit in the promo photos (which is weirdly formal for what comes next).
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.
Details You Can’t Unsee
Let’s talk numbers because apparently that matters—a lot more than I expected. Height: 170 cm (that’s 5’7”, which felt taller in my apartment than on paper). Weight: almost 95 pounds, which is… wow, honestly heavier than I thought possible for something you have to carry up stairs if you’re unlucky enough to live above ground level.
Bust? 34.2 inches. Under bust: 27.9 inches. Waist: tighter than any jeans I own at 24.8 inches. Hips at 41.3 inches—so yeah, big butt territory here, no subtlety about it.
And then there are the hole depths (which sounds clinical but also kind of necessary): vagina goes 6.7 inches deep; anus is a hair shorter at 6.6; mouth tops out at 5.1 inches (which… well, let’s just say expectations vs reality can be funny).
It all gets very anatomical very fast.
The Realism Thing Is... Something Else
The first time you touch this realistic silicone sex doll skin—it’s cold and slightly sticky straight from the box (yes, discreet packaging really means plain cardboard with nothing on it except maybe your neighbor's suspicious side-eye). She warms up eventually but there’s always this moment where you’re like: am I interacting with an expensive mannequin or an actual person who happens to be silent forever?
Her joints move—steel skeleton inside—and sometimes they creak a little if you push too hard or try something ambitious with her legs or hips (long legs though; not exaggerating). It isn’t exactly lifelike but not exactly not lifelike either.
Shipping Takes Forever—But At Least Nobody Knows
Three weeks feels like an eternity when tracking updates say things like “processing” and “awaiting fulfillment.” Then suddenly she arrives out of nowhere while you’re still in pajamas and the delivery guy doesn’t even blink because he probably sees weirder stuff every day.
The box is huge but totally unmarked—no awkward conversations unless someone decides to open it for you (don’t let them do that).
Odd Realizations While Living With Leixi
There are moments when having a tall tan executive mistress sitting silently in your room gets weirdly normal—and then sometimes extremely not normal again when friends visit unexpectedly and ask why your “roommate” never leaves her chair.
She fits women’s shoe size 6-6.5 if dressing her up is part of the fantasy—which apparently is half the point for some people? Never thought about shoes before this whole experiment.
And cleaning takes longer than anyone mentions in those shiny product descriptions—but that might be getting off topic.
A Strange Kind of Company
Sometimes late at night there’s this odd comfort from having something so human-shaped nearby—even if it can only stare back blankly with those slightly-too-bright eyes (side note: avoid direct eye contact after midnight). You start noticing how much space she takes up—not just physically but mentally too.
Weirdly enough, after a few days she stops being shocking and starts feeling like furniture that judges you silently whenever you order takeout again instead of cooking real food.
Would I Recommend Her?
Honestly? If life size silicone sex dolls are your thing—or even if you’re just curious about what owning one feels like—you could do worse than Leixi with her big breasts, long legs, executive attitude baked right into her posture somehow.
Just don’t expect magic or instant satisfaction; there are awkward moments and little surprises everywhere (the mouth depth still cracks me up). But hey—it makes for interesting stories later if nothing else.
I keep meaning to put her away somewhere less obvious—but she just keeps ending up back by the window anyway…
