The Whole “California Dream” Thing
People keep talking about this Lucille, the so-called California Beach Sex Doll, like she’s some kind of ticket to a sun-drenched fantasy. You know those ads—“Experience the wild side of the wildest state with Lucille!” and all that. Supposedly, you’re getting a life size silicone sex doll with big boobs, a big butt, and an attitude that’s… well, I guess it’s supposed to make you forget you’re alone in your apartment at midnight. Maybe it works for some people. Me? I’m not convinced yet.
Details (Because They Matter… Supposedly)
Alright—I’ll admit, there’s something weirdly impressive about how much detail goes into these things. Lucille clocks in at 5 feet 4 inches (162 cm), weighs about 75 lbs (which is heavier than it sounds when you’re moving her around), and has measurements that are honestly almost cartoonish—32 inch bust, 22.5 inch waist, 35.8 inch hips. Big boobs? Sure. Long legs? Yeah, if you squint.
And then there’s the “hole depth” thing—7 inches for vaginal, 6 for anal, mouth is just over 5 inches deep (not sure why anyone needs to measure that precisely but apparently it matters). It’s clinical and strange but… also kind of fascinating in its own way.
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.
Expectations vs Reality
Here’s where my skepticism starts kicking in hard: all these fancy features—the E-cup breasts made from silicone (they do feel real-ish), steel skeleton with movable joints (sometimes creaks if you move too fast), exotic face (I guess?), wild attitude (still don’t get how they program that into plastic). The box arrives after four weeks (three for processing plus one week shipping) and yes—it comes in totally plain packaging.
But let me tell you something—they say “no boundaries when it comes to fun.” That feels like marketing speak for “try anything because she won’t say no,” which is fine if that’s what someone wants out of a love doll experience… Still feels odd typing it out loud.
An Abrupt Shift: Actually Using Her Is Awkward
Let me break rhythm here: using a life size silicone sex doll isn’t exactly as smooth or glamorous as those beachy photos suggest. Lifting her onto your bed is more workout than foreplay—she’s heavy, limbs flop around sometimes unless you position them just right. And cleaning up afterward? Not exactly sexy or spontaneous.
There was this moment—I remember thinking I’d set the mood with music or whatever—but halfway through adjusting her hair (brunette wig kept slipping), I caught my reflection in the mirror and nearly laughed myself out of the room. Not quite Baywatch material.
Unexpected Realization: Why Do People Want This?
Maybe this is where my annoyance creeps in—because after all that hype (“take your pleasure to new heights!”), what you really get is… well—a very realistic-looking sex doll sitting on your couch while you wonder if anyone else can hear those squeaky joints through paper-thin apartment walls.
Still—I guess there’s something liberating about not worrying what anyone thinks except yourself and maybe whoever delivers your mail (discreet packaging helps). For some people? Maybe Lucille really does deliver on those wild fantasies they’ve been holding onto since high school summers spent watching surf movies.
Tangent: There Are Stranger Ways To Spend Your Money
Honestly—I’ve wasted cash on dumber stuff before. At least with Lucille, there are no surprise monthly fees or awkward small talk over dinner; just a big-breasted brunette waiting patiently wherever you leave her last time.
Is it worth four weeks of anticipation and a chunk out of your bank account? Depends how much stock you put in having an “exotic-faced” companion who doesn’t judge your playlist choices or care if your sheets match.
Anyway—that's about where my thoughts run dry tonight. Maybe tomorrow I'll see her differently—or maybe she'll just take up another corner by the window collecting dust until someone asks why there's always one curtain closed on sunny days...
