Woodson: Passionate Fling Sex Doll — A Tall Order (Literally)

The “Unboxing” Experience, If You Can Call It That

You know those moments when you’re expecting a package and you start imagining the worst-case scenario? Like, some neighbor peeking at your doorstep, or the delivery guy giving you that look. Yeah. Well, with the Woodson Passionate Fling Sex Doll, I got a hefty box. Plain as bread, thankfully—discreet packaging is not just marketing fluff here. Honestly, it looked more like a piece of flatpack furniture than anything remotely scandalous.

There was this weird anticipation though. Not excitement exactly… more like curiosity mixed with “what am I even doing?” Anyway—if you’re worried about privacy, absolute sex dolls deliver on that front. No embarrassing labels or cartoonish logos screaming what’s inside.

She’s Tall—Like Actually Tall

The first thing that hit me (almost literally) was her height. 5 feet 9 inches is no joke for a doll. Lifting her out of the box felt like wrestling with an oddly compliant mannequin—85 pounds doesn’t sound heavy until it’s distributed in silicone limbs and E-cup proportions.

I remember thinking: “Did I just buy a supermodel made of silicone?” Her legs go on forever; long legs are apparently not just a magazine cliché. If you’ve ever wanted someone who towers over your bedspread and makes your regular pillows look tiny… well, there she is.

Details That Are Hard to Ignore

Let’s talk measurements because it seems people care about these things—a lot more than they admit in public forums anyway:

• Bust: 36.8 inches
• Under Bust: 27.4 inches
• Waist: 25 inches
• Hips: almost forty (39.8)
• Cup Size: E (yes, really)
• Shoe size? Women’s 6–6.5 if you must know

Everything feels engineered for maximum impact—the kind where you keep glancing back at her silhouette in disbelief.

Her skin has this tan finish that looks better in low light than under harsh LEDs (just saying). And yes, boobs are big—but it’s the overall shape that gets you; thick and curvy isn’t just code for “plus-size,” it means she actually fills out jeans if you bother to dress her up.

Movable Joints & Awkward Realizations

Steel skeleton inside = posable joints everywhere. Sounds great until you realize how much effort goes into making her sit naturally on your couch without looking like she’s waiting for an oil change.

Arms bend easily enough but sometimes get stuck in these odd angles… maybe I’m clumsy or maybe there’s an art to arranging sex dolls nobody teaches you upfront? Her hips rotate smoothly though—that part surprised me—in case anyone cares about flexibility during solo adventures.

Oral Options (Let’s Get Blunt)

Here comes the data dump people pretend not to want but always scroll down for:

• Vagina depth: 6.7 inches
• Anal depth: 6.6 inches
• Mouth depth: 5.1 inches

Not going to sugarcoat it—it works as advertised. Hybrid silicone feels surprisingly real after those first few awkward minutes when your brain is still catching up with reality (“is this my life now?”). And yes, everything cleans up easier than expected if you don’t let things dry out too long—trust me on that one.

Waiting Game & Shipping Surprises

Three to four weeks from clicking “buy” to arrival at your door isn’t instant gratification by today’s standards—but honestly? Felt faster than most custom furniture orders I’ve made (and way less stressful). Free international shipping helps soften the blow of waiting around awkwardly whenever someone asks what new thing I’m expecting in the mail.

If patience isn’t your strong suit… well, tough luck; processing time matters when something is built-to-order and weighs as much as two small dogs stacked together.

A Tangent About Legs

Quick detour here—I never thought legs would matter so much until spending time with Woodson propped next to my bookshelf looking vaguely judgmental about my taste in novels. There’s something strange about tall sex dolls—they add presence even when they’re just standing around doing nothing but existing with their big butt and sculpted calves.

It gets under your skin after a while—in a good way? Maybe not always good… but definitely memorable.

Not Everything Is Perfect

Alright—I said I’d be honest explaining this stuff like we’re friends grabbing coffee:

She takes up space—a lot of space—which might be fine unless your apartment could double as a shoebox. Moving her isn’t fun unless deadlifts are already part of your daily routine. Occasionally catches lint or dust quicker than any human partner ever would. But then again, perfection wasn’t really what drew me toward absolute sex dolls—or any doll really—it was curiosity mixed with boredom and maybe some unspoken need for company that doesn’t talk back or judge how many times I've watched late-night TV reruns alone…

Anyway,

That pretty much covers what stood out living with Woodson—the experience didn’t exactly make sense all the time but hey, neither does half the stuff we do trying to feel less alone at night.