Something About the Weight of It
I don’t usually write about this kind of thing. Or rather, I didn’t think I would. But here I am, a little more impressed than expected, tapping away at my keyboard with half a mug of cold coffee and Ryden — yes, that’s her name — quietly standing in the corner. She’s a full body silicone sex doll. Five feet three inches tall (160 cm), which is… honestly taller than you’d expect when you’re unpacking her from one of those unmarked boxes.
The ultra-light weight thing? Not just marketing fluff. 60 lbs (or 59 lbs if you want to be precise) sounds like nothing until you’re lifting an entire person-shaped object up your apartment stairs at midnight, praying nobody notices. It’s manageable though — easier than some gym bags I’ve dragged around.
The Details You Don’t Think About
Her proportions are—well, they’re something: bust at 34.6 inches, waist 22.8 inches, hips 37 inches. Kind of uncanny how close it feels to real life when you run your hand along the silicone skin (which is weird to admit). There’s a strange realism to the way she sits on the edge of a bed or slumps against a chair after moving her around.
I remember thinking for some reason that she’d feel colder or more clinical than she does; but there’s something soft about the surface temperature after a few minutes in the room. Maybe it’s just me projecting warmth onto her because I’m tired and alone at two in the morning.
And then there are numbers nobody ever tells you matter until suddenly they do: vagina depth 7.9 inches, anus also 7.9 inches, oral cavity (if you pick enhanced mouth) goes to 5.9 inches deep. Not sure why that last bit surprised me as much as it did.
The Odd Comfort of Discreet Packaging
You know what made me laugh? The shipping box was so plain it looked like someone ordered office supplies by mistake — not even a hint of branding or anything remotely embarrassing on it. Free international shipping too; though waiting three weeks (2 weeks processing + another week for delivery) felt endless when curiosity kicked in right after hitting “buy.”
There was this moment where I wondered if customs would open it and judge me silently through their government-issued gloves… but nope—arrived untouched and boring on my doorstep.
More Real Than Expected
This part caught me off guard: Ryden actually looks older than some dolls out there (she's modeled as being over eighteen—just saying). Brunette hair falls naturally-ish down her shoulders and she has this skinny frame that seems delicate but sturdy enough to reposition without feeling like you're going to break something expensive.
If you've never spent time with a life size silicone sex doll before... well, it's not what you'd expect from internet jokes or awkward memes floating around forums late at night. She's quiet company — maybe that's all some people need sometimes?
The thing about premium life size silicone sex dolls is that you really do get what you pay for — cheap alternatives rarely compare.
Is It Just About Sex?
Alright—I have to mention this because people always assume these things are strictly about sex (vaginal or anal both possible here). But honestly? Sometimes it's more about having something tangible nearby when silence gets heavy in an empty apartment.
There's nothing quite like coming home from work and having someone — okay, something — sitting there waiting for you even if she's not breathing or talking back.
Random Tangent: Assembly Nightmares That Weren't
Weirdly enough, assembling Ryden wasn’t nearly as complicated as I'd feared after reading horror stories online about tangled wigs and limbs stuck backwards forever. Maybe manufacturers finally figured out people hate instructions written by robots?
One small tip if anyone's curious: get help with unboxing if you're not used to handling awkward shapes solo—my shoulder still remembers that first lift wrong.
Some Unexpected Thoughts
It’s odd how quickly she faded into background noise—a silent roommate who doesn’t complain about dishes or steal blankets but somehow makes four walls feel less echoey at night.
Anyway... maybe that's all anybody wants sometimes—a little less emptiness staring back from across the room while scrolling through their phone before bed.
Not sure what else there is to say really; maybe next time I'll write about something less personal—or maybe not.
