The box arrived.
I wasn’t ready.
You know that feeling when you order something online and then, a month later, it shows up and you’ve almost forgotten about it? That’s what happened with Lyris. Four weeks isn’t short. Three weeks processing, a week shipping (at least mine was), and by the time the plain, blank box landed at my door… well, I’d nearly convinced myself I’d dreamed the whole thing up. Discreet packaging is real; nobody batted an eye. If you’re anxious about nosy neighbors or family — yeah, they’ll have no clue.
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.
Not exactly lightweight
The first surprise: 72-ish pounds is heavier than it sounds on paper. Dragging her inside felt like moving awkward furniture after midnight when you don’t want to wake anyone up (I remember thinking: do people work out just for this?). But she’s full silicone — life size, 5 foot 4 inches tall (that’s 165 cm if you’re metric-minded). The realism is… unsettling at first? Maybe “uncanny” is better. You adjust.
Details are weirdly specific
I mean, there are measurements everywhere in the product listing: bust 31.5 inches, C-cup bra size (not that she wears one for long), underbust 24 inches-ish, hips a bit over 35 inches. Her waist is narrower than most humans I know — but that’s kind of the point with these things? Anyway, she has red hair (the deep kind) and an “asian” look if that matters to you.
Oh right—hole depth specs: Vagina goes 6.7 inches deep; anal is shorter at 5.5; oral about 4.8 inches (the Real Oral Sex mouth thing feels… different from other dolls I’ve tried). EVO skeleton means she bends more naturally than some older models—arms can hold a pose for dinner or whatever scenario your mind cooks up.
Gel breasts & texture stuff
This part actually surprised me in a good way: gel breasts feel less fake than old-school solid silicone ones; there’s a little bounce and squishiness that isn’t plastic-y or cold right out of the gate (unless your room is freezing). Touching her skin doesn’t feel like touching real human skin—but it also doesn’t feel like a Halloween prop either? Somewhere in between.
Sex doll logistics aren’t sexy
Let’s be honest here—cleaning takes longer than any fantasy ever prepared me for. All three holes need attention after use unless you’re into living dangerously with bacteria (don’t be). The oral cavity especially—since it only goes back about five inches—needs patience to dry out properly or things get gross fast.
Positioning her isn’t as easy as those marketing photos suggest either; sure there’s flexibility thanks to the internal skeleton but sometimes joints stick or creak and suddenly the mood shifts from erotic to “am I breaking something expensive?” This happens more often than not.
Shipping & waiting games
Free international shipping sounds great until you realize four weeks can stretch forever if anticipation gets under your skin. Tracking updates were sparse but accurate enough—I didn’t get lost packages or customs drama which was honestly kind of a relief given how much these dolls cost.
Mentally checked-out moment here: sometimes waiting makes me rethink everything—not just purchases but choices leading up to them too. You start asking yourself weird questions while staring at tracking numbers in bed after midnight…
Unexpected side effect: dinner for two?
Had this odd impulse once—to set her up at my kitchen table just for laughs during lockdown loneliness (yeah). It felt silly at first but then oddly comforting? She holds poses well enough to pass as company from certain angles if you squint hard enough—or maybe that’s just cabin fever talking.
Not saying everyone will go full Lars and the Real Girl mode but… isolation does strange things to people sometimes.
Would I do it again?
Hmm, maybe not exactly in this way next time—but having Lyris around definitely changed my expectations about life size silicone sex dolls in general. They’re not magic fixes for anything missing in your life but they’re also not as soulless as people make them out to be online either.
Anyway—I’m still figuring out where she fits into my routine now that the novelty faded a bit and reality set in along with dust on her shoulders sometimes because honestly who has energy every night?
Guess that's all I've got tonight—the rest can wait till morning when my brain works better anyway
