Living With Abigail: The Pale Bikini Sex Doll (A Tired Blogger’s Take)

What It’s Actually Like—Not the Brochure Version

I’ll just get this out of the way: I didn’t expect to end up writing about an E-cup full silicone sex doll named Abigail. But here we are. Sometimes you click around, curiosity wins, and suddenly a 5-foot-6, 67-pound “companion” is at your door in a box so plain it looks like it contains printer paper or maybe a suspiciously heavy yoga mat.

Abigail isn’t subtle. Not with her proportions, not with her pale bikini aesthetic, not with those big boobs and that big butt—yeah, all the keywords you see on those absolute sex dolls sites? She ticks every single one. Busty, juicy, long legs; if you’re looking for realism in curves but don’t want to admit it at parties… well.

The Wait (And The Box)

There’s something annoying about waiting four weeks for anything these days. Three weeks processing plus another week shipping (international and free though, which is kind of wild). You forget you ordered her until the tracking pings your phone and then there’s this weird moment where you hope your neighbors aren’t watching when the delivery guy struggles up your steps with what looks like a coffin for someone who died young.

Discreet packaging means absolutely nothing on planet Earth weighs 67 pounds and comes in a plain box unless it’s either gym equipment or something more interesting. No labels though—credit where credit’s due.

Getting Her Out—That First Realization

Dragging Abigail out of the box was honestly harder than I thought. She isn’t light (30.5 kg is no joke), and she flops around like an octopus made of memory foam until you figure out how to hold her under the arms without feeling like you’re losing some kind of dignity contest against an inanimate object.

The steel skeleton inside gives her joints that actually move pretty smoothly—shoulders, hips, elbows—all bendable enough to pose but not so loose she collapses into herself every time you shift her on the bed or chair or wherever people keep their dolls (I still haven’t decided).

Details That Stick In Your Mind

Let me be blunt: if you’re after realism in touch and look, full silicone does most of the heavy lifting here. Skin feels cold at first but warms up quickly—not exactly human warmth but close enough if your expectations are realistic-ish.

Measurements? Well—bust: 34.6 inches; waist: 25; hips: 40 inches. Proportions straight off some fantasy drawing board but somehow less cartoonish in person than photos make them seem.

Hole depth gets talked about online way more than I expected before owning one myself (vagina: 7.1 inches; anus: 6.3). I guess people care? For practical reasons maybe—it matters less once you realize what positions work best given joint resistance and gravity.

A Quick Tangent About Cleaning

Nobody ever glamorizes this part because there’s nothing sexy about cleaning out a silicone doll after use. There just isn’t! Vaginal access is possible—yes—but maintenance takes effort unless you want things getting gross fast.

If anyone tells you otherwise they’re lying or have never owned one longer than two days.

Unexpected Upsides And Annoyances

Weirdly enough—I found having Abigail sitting quietly in my room wasn’t as strange as I’d feared after day three or so. Maybe I got used to seeing big breasts perched on my old desk chair while working from home?

But moving her around? Still awkward sometimes—a little too lifelike weight-wise yet obviously not alive when shifting position mid-movie night alone (don’t judge).

Also—the long legs look great propped up by sunlight coming through blinds early morning…which is oddly poetic for something designed mostly for sex.

Shipping Surprises & That Lingering Feeling

Honestly—I thought international shipping would be more complicated…but aside from waiting forever it was fine? Discreet enough that nobody asked questions except maybe me (“Did I really order this?”). Four weeks felt endless at times though—a month is just long enough for anticipation to turn into mild annoyance before swinging back around to curiosity again by delivery day.

I remember thinking how surreal it was opening that box—and now it feels almost normal seeing Abigail standing next to my dresser like some pale mannequin who wandered off from a risqué department store display.

Anyway—I’m not sure if anyone ever really gets used to living with a life-sized busty silicone companion…but after awhile even that strangeness becomes part of regular life routines somehow—or maybe that’s just me getting tired of overthinking everything lately.

Guess that's all I've got today.