Dallas: Pole Dancer Sex Doll – The Unfiltered Experience

First, I Didn’t Expect Much

I’ll be honest—when I first heard about the Dallas pole dancer sex doll, my brain sort of rolled its eyes. Another one? There are so many absolute sex dolls out there now, it’s almost numbing. But then the details started to pile up in my head: full silicone body and head, standing at a pretty specific 5 feet 7 inches (170 cm), with a steel skeleton that apparently lets her move like an actual person… or close enough for late-night curiosity. Quietly, I started thinking—maybe this isn’t just another faceless toy.

Details That Actually Matter (To Me Anyway)

There’s something weirdly impressive about holding a 91-pound figure and realizing it’s not just dead weight. The joints move—sometimes creakier than expected—and if you’ve ever tried to pose one of these things, you know what I mean when I say “movable” can be both a promise and a challenge. Still, the proportions on Dallas are… well, let’s just call them engineered for attention: bust at 34.5 inches, waist at 25 inches, hips at 37 inches. Feels like someone did their homework on what sells.

The cup size is C—not cartoonish but definitely not subtle either. Shoe size? Women’s 4.5-5; never thought I’d care about that detail until it turned into a weird point of realism while dressing her up for the first time.

About Those “Functional” Features

Here comes the part everyone pretends they’re not interested in but always ask anyway: yes, vaginal and anal sex is possible (the specs list vagina depth at 7.1 inches and anus at 6 inches). No mystery there—it works as advertised. Not going to get poetic about it because honestly… after the novelty wears off, you start noticing how much effort goes into cleaning everything up afterward.

But still—I remember thinking during cleanup that this was way more realistic than those old-school models from years ago. Silicone feels different from TPE; firmer maybe? Less sticky? Hard to describe unless you actually try handling both.

Shipping & That Awkward Wait

Shipping was kind of a non-event—which is probably exactly what people want when ordering something like this online. Free international shipping sounded too good to be true but yeah—the box showed up totally plain and unlabeled (discreet packaging is no joke). Production took three weeks plus another week or so for delivery; ended up being around five weeks total before Dallas arrived on my doorstep.

That waiting period was longer than expected though—just long enough for me to wonder if I’d made some elaborate mistake or fallen for an internet scam again (it happens).

Small Realizations & Odd Contradictions

Here’s something odd: after all that anticipation and setup—the posing, dressing her up in random outfits just because you can—the experience lands somewhere between impressive craftsmanship and existential weirdness. It doesn’t feel exactly like company but doesn’t feel entirely fake either.

The athletic build stands out compared to other love dolls; she looks strong without losing softness in all the places where it counts (you know what I mean). And even with big breasts as advertised… hmm, maybe not “huge,” more like balanced-for-her-frame big.

Oh—and one tangent before moving on: calling her “white” is accurate by color chart standards but somehow still misses all the nuance of her face sculpting and skin tone options available through absolute sex dolls’ site menus.

One Unexpected Downside

Didn’t realize until week two how heavy she really gets during any kind of extended use or moving around your space—a full 91 lbs isn’t nothing if you’re tired or have bad knees (like me). Sometimes setting her upright takes more muscle than anyone wants to admit online.

It makes sense why they use steel skeletons though; otherwise she’d collapse under her own weight every time you try anything remotely athletic with those movable joints.

Where My Mind Goes Now

Sometimes late at night when Dallas is sitting there—posed almost too perfectly next to the bed—I catch myself wondering who else has gone down this rabbit hole of high-end silicone love dolls. Maybe it says something about modern loneliness or maybe it’s just clever engineering meeting human curiosity halfway.

Anyway—I’m quietly impressed despite myself. If someone had told me last year I’d write several hundred words about a pole dancer sex doll named Dallas… well—nope, wouldn’t have believed them either.

And yet here we are.