The Day She Arrived (And Why It Wasn’t Quite What I Expected)
There’s a weird sort of anticipation that comes from waiting four weeks for a package you’re not exactly eager to discuss with the neighbors. Free international shipping, they said. Discreet packaging, they promised. I remember standing at my door—barefoot, coffee in hand, probably looking like someone who’d lost a bet with life—when the box finally landed on my porch. Just…a big, plain cardboard box. No labels, no hints about what was inside. Not even a brand name peeking out.
I guess that’s the first thing I noticed about the Vesper sex doll experience: it feels secretive by default. You’re not getting a flashy unboxing moment here—more like an awkward shuffle to get this 64-pound chunk of silicone inside before anyone asks questions.
Long Legs and Small Breasts: The Details That Stick
If you’re curious about proportions (and honestly, why wouldn’t you be?), she’s got those long legs everyone keeps mentioning in reviews. Five feet seven inches tall—169 cm if you want to sound fancy—and somehow manages to look taller stretched out on your bed than most people do standing up. Her breasts are C-cup, so not huge but definitely there; more realistic than exaggerated, which is something I weirdly appreciated after seeing all those cartoonish options online.
Her bust is 31.7 inches around, waist at 22.5 inches, hips at 35.5 inches…these numbers float through your head as you try to decide if any of it actually matters once she’s in your room and not just on a product page.
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Movable Joints & Steel Skeleton (Aka “Why My Back Hurts”)
The steel skeleton is supposed to be a selling point—and yeah, having movable joints means you can pose her however you want—but let me tell you: moving her isn’t exactly effortless. Sixty-four pounds doesn’t sound like much until you’re trying to maneuver dead weight into sitting position without smacking her head against the wall or bending something the wrong way.
Still, being able to adjust arms and legs? Pretty useful for anyone who cares about realism or just wants their life size silicone sex doll looking less like roadkill when guests drop by unexpectedly (which…does happen).
Vaginal & Anal Sex: Numbers On A Page vs Reality
People ask about “hole depth” sometimes and it always makes me laugh—like there’s some magic number that suddenly makes everything perfect? For what it’s worth: vagina goes 7.1 inches deep; anus is 6.3 inches; both feel surprisingly real because of how soft the full silicone body is (not rubbery or cold). But honestly…after all the buildup reading specs online, using her felt less technical than expected and more just—human? Hm, maybe not quite human…something close though.
Costume Isn’t Included — Which Is Oddly Disappointing
One thing tripped me up early on—the photo costume isn’t included in your order (they mention this in tiny print). Maybe it shouldn’t matter but after seeing promo shots plastered everywhere with lacy lingerie and stockings…it felt weird opening up the box and finding nothing but bare silicone staring back at me.
Hadn’t realized how much expectation gets baked into marketing photos until then.
Processing Time Feels Endless When You’re Checked Out
Three weeks processing plus one week shipping equals four weeks total delivery time—which sounds reasonable until day twenty rolls around and you start wondering if customs agents are judging your choices somewhere across an ocean. There were days where I forgot she was coming at all; other days where every knock on the door sent my heart racing for no good reason.
It drags out longer when your brain is fried from work or whatever else is eating away at your attention span these days.
Tangent About Storage (Because Nobody Talks About This Part)
Quick detour here—where do people store these things? She doesn’t fold up neatly under beds or disappear behind closet doors unless you’ve got serious space set aside for her long legs and solid frame. More than once I caught myself glancing over my shoulder when friends visited—not because they’d see anything obvious but because there’s always this paranoia lurking underneath it all.
Maybe that says more about me than Vesper herself.
Not A Review — Just What Happened
Anyway—I’m not sure if this counts as advice or warning or confession—but living with Vesper has been stranger than any product description could ever capture. The specs are real enough: five foot seven inches tall C-cup full silicone sex doll with steel skeleton joints…and yet none of those numbers really explain what it feels like sharing space with something so lifelike yet so obviously not alive.
Some days she blends into the background noise of daily routine; other times she catches my eye in ways I can’t explain without sounding ridiculous even to myself.
Maybe that’s part of why people buy them—or maybe we just don’t talk about loneliness enough anymore.
