Candice: The Blonde Sex Doll Who Thinks She’s a Water Sprite

It’s 11pm and I should be in bed, but here I am again.

Writing about sex dolls. Specifically—Candice. The so-called “naughty, blonde, water baby from Coco Beach.” If you’ve ever browsed the absolute sex dolls rabbit hole, you’ve probably seen her photos: wet hair plastered to her face, that weirdly inviting smile, skin like a peach that never bruises.

I can’t decide if she’s more lifelike or just...strangely perfect? Maybe both. Anyway.

How Wet Is Too Wet?

There’s something almost relentless about how Candice is marketed. “I love nothing more than getting my body wet,” she says (well, someone says for her—I doubt she wrote the copy). And then there are those pictures—her under some showerhead or sprawled by a pool. It’s all very on-the-nose.

But honestly? That water thing isn’t just for show. This doll is made of TPE—the good kind, soft enough to pass for real skin when you’re half-awake and squinting in bad light. She doesn’t mind getting soaked; actually seems built for it. You could take her into your bathtub without worrying about short-circuiting anything or ruining the finish (unlike some of those cheaper models out there).

No Tan Lines Ever

One detail that stuck with me—maybe because it was repeated like a mantra—is how Candice sunbathes nude so “you will never see tan lines.” It sounds silly at first but…hmm, maybe not exactly silly. There’s something oddly appealing about that smoothness—not just visually but when you touch her too.

Her skin is what folks call “baby soft” (which always makes me laugh because babies aren’t really THAT soft), and yeah, it does feel different from other dolls I’ve handled before. No powdery residue or cold plastic vibe—just this subtle warmth after a few minutes out of the box.

Those Stats Don’t Lie

Quick detour into numbers land:

• Height: 4’11” (148 cm)
• Weight: 64 lbs (29kg) — not nothing to move around
• Bust: 32”
• Waist: 22”
• Hips: 34”
• Bra Size: 28D

And let’s not skip the part everyone wants to know but pretends they don’t care about:

• Vagina depth: 6.7 inches
• Anal depth: same
• Mouth: 5.1 inches

If you’re looking for realism—or at least options—you get all three entry points here (vaginal, anal, oral). The steel skeleton with movable joints means posing is possible but…not always as easy as those promo shots make it look.

A Small Realization About Joints

Here’s where things got mildly annoying for me—the joints are strong, which is great until you try to reposition her mid-session and realize she weighs as much as a small child who refuses to cooperate. Sometimes one arm moves fine while the other sticks stubbornly; sometimes the leg bends backward before forward.

But then again—real people aren’t always graceful either.

Shipping Stuff Nobody Talks About

Three weeks feels longer when you’re waiting for something this expensive (and personal). There’s free international shipping though—which helps if you’re outside the US—and they swear up and down about their discreet packaging policy. Mine came in an unlabeled box so bland even my nosiest neighbor didn’t give it a second glance.

Processing time took exactly two weeks; shipping was another week on top of that—so yes, plan ahead if patience isn’t your strong suit.

Tangent About Showers & Water Jets

Weirdly enough…one afternoon I did find myself setting up candles around my bathroom tub like some sort of romantic comedy cliché—except instead of waiting for someone else to join me I had Candice propped up against tile walls with water jets blasting away like she’d asked for them herself (“if you're not going to do it for me…” etc).

It felt ridiculous at first—but also freeing? Like playing pretend without judgment hovering overhead.

Not Quite What You Expect?

Maybe this isn’t what most people want from an absolute sex doll review—a tired blogger rambling between details and confessions—but honestly that’s what happens late at night when nobody else is watching and there are no rules except your own comfort zone.

Is Candice perfect? Nah—not really—but she pulls off something most dolls don’t even attempt: making you forget (for five minutes or maybe twenty) that she isn’t real at all.

And now—I guess I’m done writing about blondes who love water jets. Or maybe not. Who knows?