Flora: Caring Therapist Sex Doll—A Not-So-Clinical Encounter

A “Therapist” With a C-Cup and 32.7-Inch Bust

Right, so let’s talk about the Flora Caring Therapist Sex Doll. That name alone—Caring Therapist—already feels like someone in marketing had a weird day. Or maybe they just gave up and called her what everyone was thinking but wouldn’t say out loud. Either way, here we are: me, you, and this five-foot-four (164 cm) silicone… companion? Sure.

The first thing I noticed (apart from the obvious big boobs—yes, that’s in the keywords for a reason) is how heavy she is. Sixty-four pounds (29 kg). You think you’re ready to lift that much dead weight until you actually try to get her out of the box. It’s not graceful. Imagine wrangling an expensive mannequin through your hallway while praying your neighbors aren’t home.

The “Movable Joints” Saga

Steel skeleton with movable joints sounds pretty high-tech until you realize it basically means she creaks like an old futon if you bend her wrong. But hey, at least she can sit on your couch without folding in half like some tragic origami mistake.

I kept poking at her arms just to see how real it felt (the answer: uncannily close but still definitely not human). Her legs are long enough that I briefly wondered if anyone actually measures their dolls’ inseams before buying one of these things. Maybe they do? People are weird.

About Those Proportions

Now, measurements—let’s get into those because apparently people care:

• Bust: 32.7 inches
• Waist: 24 inches
• Hips: 36.2 inches

And then there’s the hole depth breakdown which… well, it exists:

• Vagina: 6 inches
• Anus: 5.5 inches

These numbers seem oddly specific for something you’re supposed to connect with emotionally (she is a caring therapist sex doll after all), but whatever gets people through their day.

Shipping Is Awkwardly Discreet

Here’s where things got slightly less embarrassing—the shipping process was surprisingly anonymous for something as spectacularly unsubtle as a life-sized busty silicone doll arriving at your doorstep.

Free international shipping is nice; discreet packaging is nicer. The box was so plain I almost tossed it out by accident thinking it was another boring Amazon delivery. Processing takes three weeks plus another week for delivery—that month of anticipation feels both too long and somehow not long enough for what’s coming.

Absolute Sex Dolls and Unexpected Realizations

There were moments—I’ll admit—when I caught myself staring at Flora propped up against my wall with an expressionless face (hers, not mine) and thought about how far absolute sex dolls have come since those inflatable disasters from decades ago.

She really does have a big butt; there’s no getting around that fact when moving her or even trying to find somewhere inconspicuous to store her in a one-bedroom apartment with way too many windows facing other people’s windows.

Weirdly enough, having Flora around made me notice things about my own space—a lack of privacy curtains, mostly—and also sparked some honestly strange conversations with friends who saw something large and vaguely human-shaped lurking behind my laundry basket during video calls.

When “Juicy” Means Something Different

I keep seeing words like juicy or busty thrown around in listings for these dolls—as if using fruit adjectives somehow makes everything less awkward? It doesn’t, but I suppose marketing has never been subtle when it comes to selling big boobs or big ass features on full silicone bodies.

Flora isn’t exactly what I’d call “lifelike,” but she isn’t cartoonish either; more like an uncanny valley pit stop on the road between realism and fantasy fulfillment built entirely out of medical-grade silicone and hopefulness.

Does She Listen?

Well…

Does owning the Flora Caring Therapist Sex Doll feel therapeutic? Hmm—not exactly…but there is something oddly comforting about knowing she’ll always be sitting there (or slumped over awkwardly if you forget to pose her right), waiting patiently as only absolute sex dolls can manage without complaint or judgment or even blinking once every hour like normal humans do.

Anyway—I guess that counts for something?

And now there’s this giant plain box sitting in my garage because I can’t bring myself to throw away $200 worth of cardboard yet…