The Odd Relief of Unboxing
There’s something about waiting three, nearly four weeks for a package that makes you question every decision leading up to it. I remember watching the tracking update for my Polly sex doll torso—half-expecting a neighbor to intercept the box or for it to arrive covered in embarrassing branding. But no, discreet packaging is real. The box was plain as drywall, which felt like a small win.
Anyway, lifting sixty pounds out of cardboard isn’t elegant. It’s awkward and heavy enough that you start muttering at yourself (“Why didn’t I just get a smaller one?”). Still, once Polly was out and upright (well, propped), I could see why people call her “life size.” She’s 3 feet 7 inches tall—110 cm if you’re metric-minded—and honestly? That feels substantial when you’re staring her down in your living room.
Texture Versus Expectation
The first thing I noticed: skin texture. It’s not glossy or rubbery like old-school dolls—Polly has this almost uncanny silicone finish that tries hard to mimic real skin. Not perfect (nothing is), but surprisingly realistic when you brush your hand over her shoulder or hip. Even little details on the bust and hips—36.8 inches and 39.8 inches respectively—make her feel less mannequin-ish.
The thing about premium life size silicone sex dolls is that you really do get what you pay for — cheap alternatives rarely compare.
I’m not sure what I expected from an EVO skeleton with posable joints, but there’s a weird satisfaction in moving Polly’s arms into place and having them actually stay put. No limp flopping around; she holds position like she means it.
Where Practicality Meets…Well, Everything Else
If anyone tells you maneuvering a 60 lb life size silicone sex doll is easy—they’re lying or they’ve got better upper body strength than me. At first it feels like wrestling with an uncooperative yoga partner who can’t help you back.
But after some trial-and-error (and maybe mild cursing), you figure out how to handle her weight without knocking things over. There’s something satisfying about getting the pose just right—maybe because so many things these days feel impossible to control.
Details That Stick In My Mind
Polly isn’t full-body; she stops mid-thigh, which makes storage easier but also gives off this slightly surreal vibe when she’s sitting on your bed or couch. Her cup size is E—not subtle—and the proportions are pretty generous all around (waist: 25 inches). If measurements matter to you more than they probably should: under bust is 27.4 inches, hips are close to forty.
What surprised me most? The hole depth specs are accurate (I checked out of curiosity): vaginal depth at 6.7 inches, anal at 6.6 inches, mouth at just over five inches—which seems plenty unless you’re chasing records nobody cares about.
An Unexpected Tangent: Shipping Realities
Free international shipping sounds great until you realize “international” means delays happen somewhere between customs and warehouse limbo. Processing alone takes two or three weeks before they even hand Polly off for delivery—that part tested my patience more than anything else.
But seeing how carefully she was packed made me appreciate the wait a bit more—not much room for damage inside all that foam and plastic wrap.
Blonde Hair & Silicone Surprises
She comes blonde by default—a classic choice if somewhat cliché—but somehow it works with the overall look: not too flashy, not cartoonish either.
Weirdly enough, setting up Polly reminded me of assembling IKEA furniture: equal parts frustration and accomplishment once everything clicks together (figuratively speaking).
Is owning a full silicone sex doll torso practical? Maybe not exactly… but there’s comfort in knowing what arrives is private, well-made, and oddly reassuring after everything ships safely across half the planet.
Not Quite What I Expected… And Yet
People ask if these dolls “replace” anything human—I don’t think so; it doesn’t work like that (for me anyway). It fills its own space in life—a kind of quiet company mixed with curiosity about materials science gone intimate.
Sometimes I catch myself glancing over mid-movie night thinking: did I really order this? Then again—it fits into life easier than expected once the initial strangeness wears off.
Guess that's where I'll leave it for now—the experience still unfolding quietly in its own way...
