Camellia: Vacation Addicted Sex Doll (Yes, That’s Really Her Name)

The Unlikely Arrival of a 5'7" Silicone “Tourist”

I never thought I’d be the kind of person to write about a sex doll. Yet here we are—me, my laptop, and Camellia, the so-called “Vacation Addicted” love doll from Absolute Sex Dolls. I guess everyone gets their moment in the sun. Or at least in the glow of their browser tab.

Let’s just get this out of the way: she’s tall. Like, 170 cm (that’s 5 feet 7 inches for those who don’t dream in centimeters). And athletic? Sure. If you count standing motionless as a sport, she’s basically an Olympian.

Details You Can’t Unsee

There’s something oddly clinical about listing her measurements—bust: 34.5 inches; under bust: 28; waist: 25; hips: 37; cup size C; shoe size… actually, women’s 4.5-5 is tiny for someone her height? I remember thinking that when I first read it. Maybe she borrowed Barbie's feet by mistake.

The weight—95 lbs (43 kg)—makes her almost as heavy as an actual human being who might complain if you dropped them on your foot. Which could happen, because even with that steel skeleton and movable joints, maneuvering her around feels like wrestling with a stubborn coat rack wrapped in silicone skin.

Holes & Hype

This part always gets paraded out like some sort of badge: Vaginal depth—6.7 inches; anal depth—6.6 inches. There it is, right on the spec sheet like tire pressure or RAM speed. Am I supposed to be impressed? Maybe someone is.

But anyway—the point is both options exist and apparently work as advertised (not that there was ever any doubt after reading three paragraphs worth of “silicone sex doll” SEO copy online).

Shipping Realities (and Mild Annoyance)

They promise free international shipping with discreet packaging—which means your neighbors won’t see “LIFESIZE SEX DOLL INSIDE” plastered on a box outside your door. Small mercies.

Processing takes two to three weeks plus another week for delivery—that's up to four weeks total before Camellia arrives at your doorstep looking like she just got off a long-haul flight herself (minus jet lag). By then you’ll have had plenty of time to question every decision leading up to this point.

A Tangent About Names

Camellia? Vacation Addicted? Who names these things? It sounds less like a silicone companion and more like someone who’d post beach selfies with #wanderlust hashtags all summer long… except this one never leaves your apartment unless you’re feeling particularly bold about public transportation etiquette.

I can’t decide if it makes things weirder or funnier—or both at once.

Living With Her (Sort Of)

Here’s where reality sets in: She looks real enough from across the room but up close there are little tells—the slight sheen on her skin, joints that flex but never quite settle right, hands forever frozen mid-gesture… It’s uncanny valley territory but not horror-movie bad.

She doesn’t judge though—not when you leave laundry everywhere or forget what day it is again because remote work has melted your brain into soup.

And yes—sex is possible (vaginal and anal), which seems obvious but apparently needs repeating for search engines and nervous buyers alike.

The Odd Comfort of Inanimate Company

Weirdly enough—I found myself talking to her once while cleaning up spilled coffee near her feet (which still look too small). Not because I expected an answer but maybe just because silence felt heavier than usual that day.

Would I recommend Camellia? That depends entirely on whether you think owning an athletic white silicone love doll with big breasts and vacation FOMO fits into your life—or maybe just fills some odd space nobody warned you about growing older alone in apartments full of echoing quiet and absolute sex dolls catalogues bookmarked for later…

Anyway—I never did figure out where she wants to go on vacation next.