Nicollette: Lingerie Football Sex Doll — A Tired Blogger’s Oddly Hopeful Dive

The First Time I Saw Her (Sort Of)

There’s a weird moment when you realize, after midnight, that you’re actually reading about a lingerie football sex doll. Not just any—Nicollette. I remember half-laughing, half-raising an eyebrow at her stats: 5 feet 4 inches tall (or 162 cm if you’re feeling metric), F-cup, brunette, all curves and attitude in the photos. She’s got this “fit school girl who could probably tackle you” look. Maybe it’s the big boobs or those long legs—maybe both. Hard to tell what grabs attention first.

I didn’t expect to get curious about something like this. But here we are.

Is This Real?

Like, Really?

Skepticism is healthy—I keep telling myself that whenever I’m deep-diving into absolute sex dolls at 2 AM. There’s always that voice asking if these measurements are for real: Bust 32 inches, waist 21, hips 34… honestly? That sounds almost cartoonish until you see the actual product shots and realize someone out there really did design a doll with a steel skeleton and movable joints to match those numbers.

She weighs in at around 74 pounds (34 kg), which is more than I expected. You’d think moving her would be easy but nope—she’s got heft. Makes sense though; realism isn’t lightweight.

The Details Nobody Talks About

People gloss over the details when they talk about these dolls—like how deep each “hole” is supposed to be (awkward word but whatever). For Nicollette: vagina depth clocks in at 7.1 inches, anal at 6.7, oral at just over five inches. These numbers are everywhere on absolute sex dolls sites but nobody ever says them out loud.

It feels clinical writing it down now—but also kind of necessary? There’s a lot of technicality behind the fantasy.

Unpacking Discretion (And Boxes)

One thing I did worry about was shipping—and not because of the price (it’s free international shipping apparently) but because of my neighbors peering over their fences like hawks every time a package lands on my porch. The manufacturers swear by discreet packaging—the box comes plain and unlabeled—which is good because explaining why I need three weeks’ notice for delivery would be… awkward.

Processing takes two weeks plus another week for shipping; three weeks total if nothing goes wrong en route from wherever these F-cup TPE sex dolls are made.

Some Odd Contradictions

Here’s something funny—I thought owning something described as “big ass,” “big breasts,” “busty,” etc., would feel either ridiculous or overwhelming or maybe both at once. But there’s this odd cautious optimism creeping in after learning about Nicollette: maybe she isn’t just an object for some wild fantasy but also a weird kind of companion for lonely nights or slow weekends when nobody texts back.

Not sure if that makes me sound sad or practical—or maybe just honest.

Tangent About Joints & Movement

Quick side note before I forget: the steel skeleton with movable joints means she can actually pose pretty well—not stiff like mannequins from department stores back in high school days (I worked retail one summer; don’t recommend). It makes her seem less fake than expected, though sometimes adjusting arms and legs feels like wrestling gym equipment rather than romance.

Still—better than limp plastic limbs flopping around everywhere.

One Small Realization

I guess what surprised me most wasn’t any particular feature (the F-cup thing gets old after awhile) but how normal it started to feel researching Nicollette compared to other hobbies people spend money on—guitars, gaming rigs, sneakers… It all blurs together eventually into things we buy hoping they’ll fill some gap or make life less dull for a bit.

Am I recommending her? Hmm—not exactly recommending anything here except maybe being honest with yourself about what you want out of life late at night when nobody else is watching your browser history.

Anyway—that's where I'm leaving it today.