Arielle: The Slender Redhead Sex Doll That’s… Actually Kind of Impressive?

You know when you expect something to be a little bit ridiculous, but then it sort of isn’t?

That was me with Arielle—the slender red head sex doll from the new SS-Series by WM Doll. I mean, I’ve seen plenty of absolute sex dolls online (don’t judge), and the marketing always sounds like someone’s trying way too hard. But this one? Huh. There are details here that made me pause—like, wait, did they actually think this through?

Unpacking (Literally) What Makes Her Different

Let’s start with the obvious: she’s tall. 5 feet 8 inches, which is basically runway model territory for a doll. Not the usual petite thing you see everywhere. And her weight—81 lbs—means she doesn’t just blow away if you sneeze near her. There’s something quietly reassuring about that kind of realism.

The S-TPE body paired with a silicone head is part of this hybrid thing WM Doll has been pushing lately in their SS-Series line. I don’t even pretend to know all the science behind S-TPE, but it feels less plasticky than old-school dolls and more... hmm, skin-ish? Anyway, there’s an odd satisfaction in poking her arm and seeing it bounce back—not too squishy, not mannequin-stiff.

The Jaw Thing (Wait, It Moves?)

Here’s where things got unexpectedly impressive: real oral sex capability because her jaw actually moves. Like, moveable jaw as in open-close—not some weird rubbery slit pretending to be a mouth. And yes, I tested it (obviously). It changes things—a lot more realistic than I expected.

Also: all three options are possible here—vaginal, anal, and oral sex—with actual measurements for hole depth (6.7 inches for vagina and anus; 5.1 inches for mouth). Not sure who needs those numbers down to decimals but hey—it’s there if you’re curious or competitive or whatever.

Proportions & Details You Didn’t Know You’d Notice

Bra size D-cup on a slim frame looks kind of wild in person—32-inch bust against a 21-inch waist and 36-inch hips makes Arielle look like she stepped out of some comic book cover art from the nineties (not complaining). The red hair is striking too; not that fake orange-red but closer to natural ginger if you catch it in daylight.

I remember thinking at one point that maybe these proportions would feel cartoonish up close—but no, somehow they work without tipping into uncanny valley territory.

Shipping Wasn’t Sketchy (Surprisingly)

One thing I used to worry about with these kinds of purchases: what if my neighbors see “SEXY LOVE DOLL” stamped on a giant box outside my door? Turns out WM Doll ships Arielle with totally plain packaging—no labels or branding anywhere—which is almost suspiciously discreet. Processing took about two weeks plus another week for shipping; three weeks total felt long while waiting but honestly… worth it when she finally arrived.

A Tangent About Expectations vs Reality

Funny thing—I half-expected assembly to be some nightmare IKEA situation (“insert tab A into slot B while balancing C on your foot”), but nope. She comes mostly ready-to-go out of the box except for minor adjustments like wig placement or posing limbs how you want them.

There was this moment where I caught myself talking to her while setting up—just muttering instructions under my breath—and realized how far down the rabbit hole I’d gone with these absolute sex dolls over time.

Things They Don’t Tell You In Ads

Her skin picks up dust faster than you’d think (S-TPE does that), so keeping wipes handy became part of my routine pretty quick. Also: moving an 81-pound object around your room isn’t effortless unless you’re training for strongman competitions—but at least she doesn’t feel fragile or wobbly.

And yeah—the model is definitely 18+ years old at 172 cm tall; nobody could confuse her otherwise.

Still Wondering If This Is Where Tech Was Supposed To Go

It hits weird sometimes how far things have come from those inflatable disasters people used to joke about at bachelor parties. Now we have Arielle—a redhead hybrid doll whose jaw can move and whose proportions make sense if you squint at fashion magazines long enough—and suddenly “sex doll” means something else entirely compared to five years ago.

Anyway—I keep thinking someone should write a coffee table book about these innovations someday…but then again maybe not everyone wants their guests asking questions about why there’s an artful photo spread featuring Arielle next to their couch.

That’s probably enough oversharing for now—I’ll leave it hanging right there before drifting off into another tangent about silicone maintenance wipes or whatever else pops up next time someone asks me what owning one of these is really like…