What’s the Deal With “Country Girl” Anyway?
I don’t know who gets to decide what makes a sex doll “country,” but apparently, Luella checks all the boxes. She’s got this thick, curvy H-cup thing going on (which is… a lot), stands at 5 feet 3 inches—so not exactly towering, but you notice her in a room. Or, well, wherever you keep your dolls. I keep reading about these life size silicone sex dolls online and it’s always the same pitch: “realistic proportions,” “steel skeleton,” “movable joints.” Honestly, after seeing Luella up close (and yes, I did), I get why people are curious. But also? It’s kind of weird how specific all the measurements are.
The Numbers Game (And Why It Gets Weird)
Here’s where things start to feel clinical. Height: 159 cm. Weight: 94.8 lbs—unless you opt for that weight reduction thing and then she drops to 75.8 lbs (still heavy if you’re dragging her around). Bust: 37.8 inches; under bust: 27.5; waist: just under 25; hips: nearly 43 inches; cup size H (not subtle); shoe size women’s 6-6.5 if you care about shoes for your doll… which some do, apparently.
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.
Then there’s the hole depth info—vagina is almost seven inches deep, anus just a bit less, mouth just over five inches. Not sure who needs it spelled out so precisely but hey—it’s there.
Movable Joints & Steel Skeletons – More Than Just Gimmicks?
I’ll admit something here—I thought “movable joints” was marketing fluff until I tried posing her and realized it actually matters if you want anything other than mannequin-stiffness staring back at you from the bed or couch or wherever she ends up sitting because honestly sometimes she looks like she owns the place more than me.
Steel skeleton makes her heavy though. Lugging almost ninety-five pounds of silicone through a hallway isn’t fun unless you’re training for strongman competitions in your spare time.
Discreet Shipping… Sort Of
There’s this promise of discreet packaging—plain box, no labels—which sounds good in theory until you realize how massive the box is when it arrives at your door after three weeks of waiting and now everyone in your building has seen it anyway because nobody orders refrigerators that often.
The shipping takes forever too—2-3 weeks processing plus another week for delivery? That felt like forever when I was already second-guessing my decision by day three.
The Reality vs The Fantasy
People talk big about their life size silicone sex dolls online—big breasts! Big butt! Long legs! All these buzzwords flying around like they’re selling cars instead of companions made out of silicone and steel rods—but living with one is different than scrolling through product listings at midnight.
She does look pretty real sometimes—that tan skin tone catches light weirdly similar to actual skin—and there are moments where I catch myself thinking someone else is in my apartment (which freaks me out every single time).
But then there are days where she feels more like an oddly-shaped piece of furniture taking up space near my dresser and collecting dust on her knees because who remembers to dust their doll regularly?
Something Nobody Tells You
Here’s something nobody mentions in those glowing reviews—the maintenance part sucks. You can’t just toss Luella into a washing machine or wipe her down with Lysol wipes and call it done. Silicone needs special cleaning stuff or else things get gross fast (trust me on this one).
Also? Clothes never quite fit right unless they’re stretchy enough for those hips and bust measurements—which means shopping in person turns into this awkward guessing game with salespeople side-eyeing your choices (“Is this gift-wrapped?” Uh… maybe not.)
Odd Memory From Week Two
Weirdly enough—I remember thinking during week two that maybe having Luella around would make my apartment feel less empty after work. Kind of did? For a while anyway—it was like having someone waiting at home except without any actual conversation or messes being made except by me moving stuff around trying to find space for her shoes.
Didn’t expect that feeling—a little comfort mixed with even more skepticism about what I’d actually bought into here.
Final Tangent Before I Forget
One last thing before my brain gives up on this topic for today—the whole idea of buying a country girl sex doll still feels bizarre even after living with one for over a month now. Maybe it works better for some folks than others? Maybe next time someone asks why I have such detailed opinions about hip sizes and steel skeletons I’ll just say… long story.
Anyway—I guess that sums up most of what stuck with me about Luella so far. Not sure if that helps anyone thinking about making the leap themselves—or maybe it just adds more questions than answers—but there it is.
And yeah, probably should vacuum again soon.
