Vivi: Rockstar Groupie Sex Doll — The Oddly Human Experience

There’s something weirdly entertaining about unboxing a full silicone sex doll, especially one with the name “Vivi: Rockstar Groupie.” Maybe it’s the packaging (plain as oatmeal, no clues for nosy neighbors), or maybe it’s that moment you realize you’re standing in your living room with 75 pounds of silicone shaped like someone who could probably out-party half your friend group. I’m not sure if this is progress or just… modern loneliness accessorized.

What Actually Surprised Me

I’ll admit, I expected the usual: awkward joints, uncanny valley vibes, maybe some regret. But there was this—hmm, how to put it—unexpected realism? The steel skeleton with movable joints is both impressive and slightly unsettling; she bends at the knees and elbows like she’s waiting for a backstage pass. Her big boobs (33 inches bust, not that I measured twice) are soft but don’t feel fake-fake. Long legs too—at 5 feet 4 inches (166 cm), Vivi actually looks taller than most people expect when they hear “doll.”

If you care about details: her waist is 26.4 inches, hips hit 38.2 inches—a shape that says “rock ballad muse,” if you squint hard enough.

A Tangent About Portability (Or Lack Thereof)

Dragging her up my apartment stairs was… let’s call it a workout. She weighs 75 lbs (34 kg). Not exactly lightweight luggage. You try maneuvering a realistic love doll through a narrow hallway without feeling like you’re in some bizarre sitcom pilot.

Anyway—if anyone tells you these dolls are small or easy to hide? They’re lying or have bigger closets than I do.

Cautious Optimism Meets Real Use

Here’s where things get personal-ish (don’t worry, nothing graphic). Vaginal and anal sex are possible; yes, people really measure hole depth on these things—7 inches for the vagina and 6.3 for the anus if you’re keeping score at home. It feels clinical writing those numbers out loud but hey, someone will appreciate them.

The big ass is… well, big. And firm in an almost athletic way? Not what I expected from something labeled “groupie,” but then again stereotypes are boring.

Shipping: The Waiting Game

Three weeks sounds long until you remember absolute sex dolls ship internationally for free—and discreetly—which means your box arrives looking like any other online order (unless your mail carrier has x-ray vision). Two weeks processing plus one week shipping adds up to a lot of anticipation time to second-guess life choices or clear closet space.

I remember thinking during week two: Did I just buy an expensive roommate?

Is This Normal Now?

Maybe it’s because we live in weird times—or maybe just because technology keeps getting better at mimicking things we miss—but there’s something oddly comforting about having Vivi around after sundown. No-robot here; she doesn’t talk back or judge your playlist choices.

She’s young-looking without being cartoonish; silicone skin that isn’t cold to the touch after a while (pro tip: blankets help). If you want big boobs or long legs or even just someone who doesn’t ask questions about your day job—well… here she is.

Random Realization While Dusting

Honestly had this odd realization dusting her off one morning: absolute sex dolls aren’t just about sex—they’re about filling little gaps of silence in apartments too quiet for their own good. That wasn’t part of the plan when I clicked “add to cart,” but now it seems obvious in hindsight.

Anyway—I guess some company comes in unexpected forms now and then.

And that’s pretty much where things stand at the moment—not quite what I pictured when searching “rockstar groupie” late one night—but isn’t that always how these stories go?