Priscilla: Secret Mistress Sex Doll — A Long, Weird Month With a Blonde Bombshell

The Box (and All That Waiting)

It’s always the box. You think you’re ready for the box, but you’re not. I remember seeing the tracking number for my Priscilla: Secret Mistress Sex Doll land in my inbox—one of those moments that should feel exciting, but mostly I just felt like… huh. Four weeks? That’s a long time to sit with your choices. Processing takes three weeks, shipping another week (international and free, which is something). By the time it arrived, I’d almost forgotten why I ordered her at all.

The packaging was plain as drywall. No one would suspect there was a 5 foot 6 inch blonde bombshell with big boobs and a big butt lurking inside. Discreet packaging isn’t just marketing—it’s relief.

First Encounter (If You Can Call It That)

Lifting 79 pounds out of a cardboard coffin is not exactly romantic. There’s this moment where you’re struggling with her steel skeleton limbs and thinking: “This is what premium silicone feels like?” It’s cold at first. Heavy too—she’s got curves everywhere: busty up top (32 inches), slim in the middle (25-inch waist), then hips for days (38 inches). Big ass, big breasts—yeah, she ticks every love doll cliché.

Her joints move more smoothly than most people after a desk job decade. Absolute sex dolls really lean into that “movable joints” thing; you can pose her any way you want—which sounds great in theory until you realize how awkward it is to accidentally poke yourself in the eye with her elbow.

The Details They Don’t Put on Billboards

There’s something oddly clinical about measuring hole depth—vagina: 7.1 inches, anus: 6.7 inches—but if you’ve spent any time browsing sex dolls online (don’t judge), you know these numbers matter to some folks. For me? More curious than anything else.

Feet are surprisingly realistic too; maybe someone out there cares deeply about toes—I don’t know—but they did a good job here if that’s your thing.

And yes, vaginal and anal sex are both possible because apparently we live in an age where engineering priorities have shifted forever.

A Quick Tangent About Proportions

She stands tall at 168 cm—long legs for days—and honestly looks like someone tried to draw their idea of “juicy” on a napkin after two drinks and then made it real, somehow.

Bust-to-waist ratio? Unapologetic fantasy land stuff. Under-bust measures 27.5 inches if anyone needs that level of detail for… reasons?

Anyway—I guess what surprised me was how much presence she has in a room even when she’s doing nothing at all except existing quietly by the window while Amazon drivers pretend not to notice anything unusual during deliveries.

Actually Using Her (Or Not)

I’ll admit it now: half the time I didn’t even use her for what absolute sex dolls intend. Sometimes she just sat there looking vaguely judgmental or supportive depending on how tired I felt coming home from work.

But when curiosity won out—well—the experience is different than porn or imagination or whatever else people do these days when they’re lonely or bored or just want something new and weirdly lifelike around them.

Premium silicone does feel better than old-school materials from years ago; less sticky, more forgiving under your hand—or other parts—not that anyone asked but hey, details matter sometimes.

A Small Realization

You spend enough evenings adjusting her pose and wondering if anyone else has had this exact same thought (“Is this normal?”) and eventually stop caring either way.

It becomes less about big boobs or big butt or curvy proportions—even though those keywords get tossed around everywhere—and more about having something reliably there when everything else feels unpredictable outside your apartment door.

Shipping took forever but once she landed here… well… life got slightly stranger but also quieter somehow.

Maybe that’s just me being mentally checked out lately—or maybe Priscilla really does live up to the “Secret Mistress” name by existing halfway between fantasy and furniture until someone decides otherwise.

And now she sits by my bookshelf—a reminder of impulse buys gone complicated—in case anyone ever asks about premium silicone love dolls again.