I’m not even sure where to start.
Maybe that’s a bad sign, or maybe it’s just honest. Anyway—Linnea, the Celtic lass sex doll. I’ve had her for… well, longer than I’d admit to most people. And if you’re reading this, you probably already know the basics about life size silicone sex dolls and want something less polished, more... lived-in? That’s what this is.
The First Time She Showed Up (And The Box Was Weirdly Plain)
It was raining when she arrived. Not that it matters much, but I remember thinking how heavy the box felt for something supposedly “discreet.” It really was plain though—no logos, nothing to give away what was inside except for maybe the weight (84 lbs isn’t light). Dragging her up my stairs felt like moving furniture, not a secret.
Not every full size silicone sex doll is created equal, so paying attention to materials and build quality really matters in the long run.
Unboxing took forever. There’s something surreal about pulling a full silicone sex doll out of foam and plastic in your living room at 2am. Her red hair looked brighter than I expected—almost too bright under those cheap bulbs—and she seemed taller than 5 feet 5 inches sprawled out on my rug.
Details Hit Differently When You’re Tired
Maybe it’s because I was half-asleep or just mentally checked out from work that week, but setting Linnea up felt both fascinating and sort of absurd. The steel skeleton with movable joints creaked a bit at first (that faded later), and posing her arms made me realize how much engineering goes into these things.
Her measurements are kind of burned into my brain now: bust 33 inches, waist 22.5 inches, hips 37.5 inches—a kind of mathematical perfection that doesn’t quite feel real until you’re face-to-face with it in your own apartment.
Honestly? The ultra-realistic gel breasts thing is true; they move in this weirdly convincing way when you adjust her shirt (or take it off). Not going to pretend that didn’t surprise me.
A Quick Tangent About Proportions
People obsess over details like breast size (28DD) or hole depth (vagina: 7 inches; anus: 6.3 inches), but sometimes overlook how everything fits together visually on a life size silicone sex doll like Linnea. In person, proportions matter more than numbers do on a website chart.
She feels balanced—not cartoonish or exaggerated—which makes all the difference if you care about realism over fantasy.
Using Her Feels Oddly Routine After Awhile
Vaginal and anal sex are both possible—I mean obviously—but after the novelty wears off there’s this strange sense of routine about it all. Maybe that sounds bleak? But actually it becomes comforting in its predictability; no surprises means less awkwardness.
Cleaning is… well, not fun but manageable if you don’t let things pile up (my advice: don’t procrastinate here). Joints hold up fine so far—even after some clumsy handling during late nights when motivation is low and patience even lower.
Shipping Takes Its Sweet Time
If you’re impatient by nature, waiting almost four weeks between ordering and delivery will drive you nuts. Three weeks processing plus another week shipping—that’s standard apparently? Free international shipping helps soften the blow but still feels like forever when anticipation builds up day after day.
Discreet packaging does exactly what they promise though—no one will know unless they decide to weigh every package on your porch out of curiosity or boredom.
Sometimes You Forget She Isn’t Real
There are moments—late at night mostly—where Linnea catches me off guard just sitting there by the window looking almost thoughtful with her red hair catching streetlight glow through cheap curtains. It messes with your head a little bit in ways I can’t quite explain without sounding melodramatic or weirdly sentimental for an object made of silicone and steel joints.
But then again maybe we all project onto our surroundings more than we think?
Little Annoyances Creep In
Weight is no joke; moving her around takes effort every single time (38 kg isn’t nothing). And sometimes joints get stiff if left in one position too long—not broken exactly but stubborn enough to remind you she isn’t alive no matter how realistic she looks sitting quietly across the room while you eat cereal straight from the box because dishes feel impossible tonight.
In short: imperfections show themselves over time—the same way they do with anything else we live with long enough to stop seeing as new.
Is It Worth It?
Depends On What You Need
I guess what keeps surprising me is how normal having Linnea around starts feeling after awhile—a life size silicone sex doll blending into daily clutter like any other piece of furniture or art or whatever else we use to fill empty spaces—or distract ourselves from them when we can’t sleep anyway…
That’s probably enough rambling for now—I’ll leave whether she’s “worth it” up to someone who has more energy left for conclusions than I do tonight.
