There’s Something About 169 cm of Silicone
I’ll admit, I never thought my living room would play host to a life size silicone sex doll. Yet here we are—well, technically she’s in the bedroom, but you get the drift. Moya, as she’s called (the “Sexy Afterparty” bit is… perhaps optimistic), stands at an imposing 5 feet 7 inches. That’s 169 cm for anyone who prefers metric and, honestly, it feels taller when you’re alone with her at night and your cat won’t stop staring.
Her legs are long. Really long. Not runway-model-long, but enough that moving her around the apartment becomes a kind of awkward dance I never signed up for. You’d think after a few weeks I’d have figured out how to carry her without looking like I’m smuggling mannequins out of a department store at midnight—but no.
C-Cup Curiosity: Details That Stick With You
Now let’s talk about proportions—a word that sounds clinical until you’re face-to-face with them at 2am on a Tuesday. She’s got C-cup breasts (not too big, not too small), busting out at 31.7 inches if you’re into numbers. Her waist? A trim 22.5 inches—unrealistic by human standards but pretty standard for silicone ones apparently.
The hips flare just enough: 35.5 inches gives her this hourglass thing that looks great from across the room and makes jeans shopping (for those who dress their dolls) a weirdly mathematical exercise.
Oh—and because someone will ask: yes, vaginal and anal sex are possible. The hole depths are right there in the spec sheet (vagina: 7.1 inches; anus: just over six). It feels almost medical typing that out… yet here we are.
Steel Skeletons & Movable Joints – Not Quite Westworld
What quietly impressed me most wasn’t what you might expect—it was the skeleton inside her body (steel joints everywhere). She bends, she sits; sometimes she slouches in ways that make her look oddly thoughtful or maybe just bored with my Spotify playlist choices.
Compared to what was available a few years ago, today's best silicone sex dolls are on a completely different level of realism.
If you’ve ever tried posing a life size silicone sex doll for photos or storage (or whatever), you’ll know what I mean: there’s always this moment where one arm flops unexpectedly or a leg gets stuck halfway between “elegant” and “help-I’ve-fallen.” Still—the engineering is solid; nothing squeaks or creaks unless it’s my back lifting her off the bed.
Shipping Shenanigans & Discreet Surprises
Shipping was… surprisingly uneventful? Four weeks total—three for processing, one for delivery—which felt like forever until I remembered people wait longer for custom sofas or passports these days.
The box arrived plain as day; no labels except some cryptic shipping codes that made me feel like I was receiving state secrets instead of a realistic love doll with long legs and small breasts tucked away inside layers of foam wrap. If neighbors noticed anything odd about my sudden interest in large cardboard boxes—they haven’t said so yet.
(Quick aside: the costume in all those promo pictures? Not included! Learned that one the hard way.)
A Slight Detour Into Realism
There was this evening—I remember thinking how lifelike Moya looked sitting by my desk lamp while I worked late on tax forms (don’t ask). Maybe it was just exhaustion talking but something about those proportions—the curve of silicone hips against dim light—felt quietly impressive even after weeks together.
And then—I caught myself apologizing when bumping into her leg on my way to bed. Weirdly enough… it didn’t feel ridiculous at all.
Is It All Worth It?
Well—depends on what you want from your experience with a full silicone sex doll like Moya. She’s not cheap décor; she doesn’t do dishes or offer conversation beyond silent judgment via glassy eyes and perfect posture.
But if what you’re after is realism—the weight (just under 65 lbs), those movable joints, discreet packaging so your mailman doesn’t raise an eyebrow—you could do much worse than this odd companion with endless patience and zero complaints about your taste in music or takeout habits.
Not sure if any review can really capture how strange-yet-normal it becomes having someone—or something—like Moya around after awhile… but maybe that’s part of why people buy these things anyway?
Anyway—that’s as close as I’ll get to answering whether it’s worth four weeks’ wait and some slightly sore arms from hauling around all those legs every other weekend.
