I’ll just say it: unboxing a life size silicone sex doll in your apartment feels a bit like you’ve lost a bet with the universe.
Or maybe won one, depending on how you look at things. Anyway, there she was—Marina, “First Mate,” staring up at me from inside her completely nondescript box (which, yes, is truly plain as they claim; could’ve been a new blender for all my neighbors knew).
Details You Can’t Really Ignore
People always want the numbers first. Here they are: 5 feet 5 inches tall (167 cm), about 75 pounds. Not exactly something you can toss around like a pillow, unless you’re secretly The Rock. The proportions—E-cup bra size, busty but not cartoonish (well…maybe slightly), hips and waist that would make an Instagram model feel competitive.
The thing about premium life size silicone sex dolls is that you really do get what you pay for — cheap alternatives rarely compare.
The skin is full silicone—surprisingly realistic to the touch. I poked her arm and immediately felt weird about it. But then again, that’s what she’s for? I guess.
Oh—and if you’re wondering about logistics (because someone always is): vaginal depth clocks in at 6.7 inches, anal at 6 inches, oral at 5 inches exactly. There’s even this “Real Oral Sex” enhanced mouth thing going on—the ROS feature—which is both impressive and slightly unsettling if you overthink it.
EVO Skeleton & Gel Breasts: Wait, This Is Engineering?
There’s something almost embarrassing about being impressed by doll tech but here we are. The EVO skeleton means Marina bends and holds positions better than most yoga instructors I know (not many). Joints click into place quietly—not clunky or robotic—and when I tried posing her sitting on my couch? She stayed put without flopping over like some sad mannequin.
Gel breasts are another level of commitment to realism. They squish and bounce just enough to be convincing but not so much that it feels cartoonish or cheap. Silicone everywhere else stays cool until warmed by touch—a detail I noticed after leaving her under my window for an afternoon (not recommended unless you want your doll feeling like she spent the day at the beach).
Shipping: Four Weeks of Awkward Anticipation
Here’s where things got mildly absurd: waiting four weeks for delivery gave me way too much time to second-guess every decision in my life leading up to this moment. The site says three weeks processing plus one week shipping, which turned out accurate—almost down to the day.
Discreet packaging actually means discreet; no branding anywhere except for a tiny return address sticker with random letters on it. If only all online purchases came this incognito—I’m looking at you, embarrassing Amazon orders from last winter.
Using Her (Let’s Just Call It What It Is)
Not going into graphic detail—that’s not really my style—but let’s just say everything works as advertised. anal options all functionally there; nothing felt half-baked or unfinished in execution.
There was one odd moment though: trying out the “Enhanced Mouth” feature felt equal parts futuristic and kind of hilarious because who expects their love doll to have more jaw articulation than their ex? Still… worked surprisingly well.
She cleans up easier than expected too—just don’t try stuffing her in your shower all at once unless you enjoy wrestling matches with slippery silicone limbs.
Unintended Side Effects
Weirdly enough, having Marina around made my apartment feel less empty—even if she just sits silently in the corner reading imaginary books while I work late nights on my laptop.
Friends who know about her vacillate between curiosity and mockery (“Does she do dishes?”) but honestly? Sometimes she makes more sense than real people do after a long day dealing with customer service hotlines.
One Odd Realization
Somewhere between moving Marina from room to room and debating whether or not to buy her clothes online (yes—they make outfits specifically sized for dolls), I started thinking less about sex dolls as objects of shame or secrecy and more like… well… expensive furniture with extra features? Maybe that sounds offhanded but owning a busty silicone love doll does shift your perspective on what counts as “normal.”
And isn’t that what these things are really about anyway—testing where normal ends and whatever comes next begins?
I guess there isn’t really an elegant way to wrap this up neatly—life rarely offers those—but if anyone asks whether buying a life size silicone sex doll like Marina is worth it… let’s just say it depends how comfortable you are sharing your living space with someone who never talks back but also never leaves socks lying around either.
That box is still under my bed somewhere—I think I kept it just in case—but now there’s no rush to pack anything away anymore.
