Naomi: A Business Trip Sex Doll That’s… Actually Kind of Impressive?

Not What I Expected (And Yet…)

I’ll admit, when I first stumbled across the listing for Naomi—the “Business Trip Sex Doll”—my expectations were, let’s say, modest. Maybe even a little skeptical. Another D-cup silicone sex doll with big promises and an even bigger box to hide under your bed? Sure. But then you start reading the details (and maybe squinting at the product photos—lighting is always weird), and something shifts. Quietly, almost annoyingly, you realize: this isn’t just another generic love doll.

The Details That Actually Matter

Here’s what surprised me: Naomi isn’t some wobbly plastic mannequin. She clocks in at 5 feet 3 inches (or 161 cm if you’re feeling international), which is… well, basically my cousin’s height. Not that I’m comparing but—never mind.

She weighs 66.5 lbs (30.2 kg). Heavier than expected; actually kind of reassuring? There’s a sense of realism there that cheap blow-up dolls just can’t fake.

What else? D-cup gel breasts. Yes, gel—not the usual stiff silicone lumps that make you think of stress balls from corporate swag bags. Gel has give; it moves when you move her (which is weirder to type out than it is in real life). Her bust measures 31.1 inches around, under bust at 25.2 inches—and hips at a pretty generous 36.2 inches. Oh—and waist: 22.4 inches if you’re keeping score.

EVO Skeleton: Why Is This So Satisfying?

Here’s where things get unexpectedly technical—Naomi comes with an EVO skeleton system inside her silicone frame, which means she can pose more naturally than those rigid old-school models ever could. If you’ve ever tried moving one of those cheap dolls and felt like wrestling with a folding chair… yeah, this is different.

It actually feels sturdy—almost athletic? I remember thinking how odd it was to be quietly impressed by engineering on something so… specific.

The Practical Stuff Nobody Talks About

Shipping was surprisingly painless: free international shipping and discreet packaging—no “absolute sex dolls” branding splashed all over the box or anything mortifying like that; just plain cardboard anonymity delivered by a courier who probably doesn’t care anyway.

Processing takes about three weeks plus another week for shipping (so four weeks total). It felt long while waiting but not unreasonable considering what you’re getting—a full-size Asian brunette silicone teen love doll showing up on your doorstep isn’t exactly Amazon Prime territory.

On Realism and Small Surprises

Vaginal depth is listed as six inches; anal goes to 5.9 inches if precision matters to you (it might?). Both are lined realistically enough that they don’t feel like afterthoughts—which honestly surprised me because most brands treat these features like checkboxes instead of experiences.

The skin texture stands out too—soft without being sticky or shiny in weird places (a common issue with cheaper models). And yes, the hair stays put better than expected; no handfuls coming loose every time you adjust her position.

Not Everything Is Perfect

There are quirks—I mean, lifting her still feels awkward sometimes because she moves differently from an actual person; there’s always this moment where gravity does its thing and suddenly she’s heavier than anticipated in your arms.

Also: storage becomes a whole logistical exercise unless your closet space rivals Narnia or you're fine with questions from nosy roommates (“who's Naomi?”).

But then again… maybe that's part of the charm? Or maybe it's just reality intruding on fantasy—a reminder that absolute sex dolls are still objects at their core no matter how lifelike they get.

Would I Recommend Naomi?

Weirdly enough—I think so? If only because she delivers more than she promises and does it without making a spectacle out of herself (or yourself). There’s something oddly comforting about knowing someone somewhere spent hours designing joint articulation for a business trip companion nobody will ever talk about openly at work parties.

Anyway—I keep catching myself glancing over at her sometimes and thinking “huh.” Not quite sure what that says about me or modern loneliness or whatever—but here we are.

Still haven’t figured out where to store the instruction manual though.