Anne: Secretary Sex Doll – Wait, Is This Actually… Good?

I’ll just say it.

I didn’t expect to be writing about a secretary sex doll today, let alone one called Anne who’s apparently the star office fantasy for—well, every guy who’s ever daydreamed at his cubicle. “Which man doesn’t dream of office sex with a beautiful secretary?” The marketing copy asks that like it’s obvious. Maybe it is? Maybe I’m just more skeptical than most.

What Even Is This Thing?

You get this brunette, curly-haired “office cutie” with C-cup breasts and an attitude that swings from nerdy to nympho faster than you can drop your pants. That’s their pitch, anyway. She’s five foot five (166 cm), weighs about 73 pounds (33 kg). Steel skeleton inside, TPE body outside—movable joints so she can sit on your lap or bend over the desk or whatever scenario you’re running in your head.

And yeah, all the holes are there: vaginal (6.7 inches deep), anal (same), oral (a bit less at 5.1 inches). You can do pretty much anything you’d want physically. It almost feels strange how clinical those numbers look next to everything else.

Unexpectedly… Realistic?

Here’s where my skepticism started wobbling a bit. The proportions aren’t cartoonish—bust 32”, waist 20”, hips 33”. Not some exaggerated anime thing; more like someone you might actually see in HR if HR was run by lingerie models and everyone ignored dress codes.

The steel skeleton gives her weight and pose-ability that honestly surprised me when I first tried moving her arms around. There’s something quietly impressive about how sturdy she feels; not floppy or weirdly stiff like those old mannequins in department stores used to be. I remember thinking: huh, this is way closer to real than I thought it would be.

The Office Fantasy Angle

Let’s not pretend this isn’t what sells Anne—the whole “secretary seduced at work” thing is baked into every line of the product description: “I want you lying back on your big desk with your eyes closed and I will be between your legs…” It gets graphic fast—her tongue slurping up and down your shaft, hands cupping balls, breasts swinging freely as she bobs…

It reads like someone took an office-themed porn script and plugged it straight into a product page for absolute sex dolls. Which is either genius marketing or slightly embarrassing—or both? Hard to tell sometimes where clever ends and cringe begins with these things.

Shipping & Secrecy

One detail that stood out for me—not sexy but important if you don’t want neighbors gossiping—is their discreet packaging promise. Plain box, no labels screaming “sex doll inside!” Free international shipping too, though you need patience: three weeks processing plus another week for delivery.

That wait time might kill the buzz for some people but then again maybe anticipation makes it better? Or maybe not—I don’t know if delayed gratification works quite the same when we’re talking about synthetic secretaries.

A Tangent About Expectations

Weirdly enough… after spending time fiddling with Anne (that sounds wrong but whatever), what stuck wasn’t just the sexual side—it was how strange it felt having something so obviously designed for pleasure also try so hard to mimic normalcy: business attire, glasses perched on her nose sometimes if you accessorize right… Like part of me wanted to laugh at how over-the-top it all was—and another part couldn’t help noticing how detailed she looked under certain lights.

Maybe that says more about loneliness than lust? Or maybe people are just complicated animals who mix fantasy and reality in ways nobody wants to admit out loud.

Small Downside Nobody Mentions

Cleaning isn’t fun. There—I said it. Everyone raves about realism or flexibility but forgets there’s maintenance involved after any kind of play session with absolute sex dolls like Anne here (or any WM Doll really). If you’re squeamish or lazy… well, prepare yourself because there’s no magic self-cleaning button yet.

One Last Thought That Won't Leave Me Alone

There’s always been this idea floating around—the perfect secretary waiting for orders—but seeing it turned into a physical object makes me wonder what people are really looking for when they buy something like Anne. Is it control? Escape? Just a good time without strings attached?

Anyway—I’m still not sure if I’m sold on the whole concept or just grudgingly impressed by how far these things have come since blow-up dolls were considered high-tech.

Guess some fantasies die hard—or maybe they just find new bodies to live in now.

And that’s probably enough thinking out loud for one afternoon…