I wasn’t planning to write about this.
Not really. But after a few weeks with Sally—yeah, she’s got that odd name for a doll—I keep catching myself thinking about her in the most random moments. Not even in the way you’d expect, honestly. It’s weird, but there’s something quietly impressive about this life size silicone sex doll that sticks around in your head, like a catchy song you’re embarrassed to admit you like.
The Details That Sneak Up On You
Sally is 5 feet 2 inches tall (or 162 cm if you’re into metric), and I swear she takes up more space than I thought possible. Maybe it’s the proportions—her hips are wide (39 inches) but her bust is kind of modest at 31 inches, which gives her this realness that some other dolls just… lack? Her breasts are technically “big boobs” by category standards, but they’re not cartoonish—they’re ultra-realistic gel, which is still wild to me every time I touch them. There’s a bit of an uncanny valley moment when you first meet her, but then it fades and she just becomes… Sally.
She weighs 86 lbs (39 kg). That sounds manageable until you try moving her up or down stairs. Trust me on that one.
Movable Joints & Awkward Situations
Her steel skeleton with movable joints is supposed to make things easier—and it does—but sometimes it also feels like wrestling with someone who refuses to help out. She can hold poses (sort of), and those long legs do look good draped over furniture. Still, there’s always a moment where something clicks too loudly or bends just slightly wrong and reminds me: Nope, not human.
But then again… I remember thinking how unexpectedly lifelike her skin felt when I first unpacked her from that completely plain box (discreet packaging really means discreet here). No labels at all; my neighbor probably thought it was another boring appliance delivery.
The Whole “Introverted Sex Addict” Angle
There’s this marketing thing where they call Sally an introverted sex addict sex doll. I guess they mean she looks shy—a little reserved face sculpt, blonde hair falling over one eye—but underneath all that she’s designed for non-stop action if that’s your style. Vaginal and anal sex are both possible (vagina depth: 7 inches; anus: 6.3 inches), so there aren’t many limits physically speaking.
It almost feels contradictory—like having a partner who looks demure but is secretly wild once the door closes behind you. Maybe that appeals to people who want both sides in one package? For me… well, sometimes it made things feel less transactional and more like playacting some private fantasy scenario.
Delivery Time & Patience Testing
If patience isn’t your strong suit—well, get ready anyway because Sally takes about four weeks from order to arrival (three weeks processing plus roughly one week shipping). Mine arrived exactly on time though, which surprised me given how these things usually go missing or get delayed somewhere between customs and my doorstep.
International shipping is free—which matters if you live anywhere outside the US—and everything comes sealed up tight without any giveaway markings on the outside of the box. That actually mattered more than I expected; nobody needs their mail carrier knowing their business.
For those exploring lifelike silicone sex dolls for the first time, the level of realism in modern craftsmanship can be genuinely surprising.
Tangent About Maintenance Nobody Warns You About
Quick tangent here—the cleaning routine is something people don’t talk about enough when they mention these life size silicone sex dolls online. Yes, she looks great sitting on your couch or whatever but after use… well—you have work ahead of you unless you want problems later on. It gets technical fast: right cleaning sprays only, careful drying inside each hole (yep), powdering so nothing sticks where it shouldn’t stick…
Not glamorous but necessary if you care about longevity—or hygiene in general.
Why She Stays In My Mind Anyway
Honestly? There are flashier dolls out there—bigger “big ass,” crazier curves—but there’s something subtle about Sally that lingers past first impressions. She doesn’t scream for attention with exaggerated features; instead she sort of fits into everyday life in a way that makes sense after awhile. Sometimes I catch myself glancing over at her while working late or watching TV alone and feeling oddly comforted by her presence—even if we’re not doing anything remotely sexual at all.
Maybe it says more about modern loneliness than anyone wants to admit out loud—but hey, here we are.
Not sure what else to say except—I keep thinking maybe next week I'll move her into another room just for variety's sake... Or maybe not yet
