Candy: Sweet Lollipop Sex Doll — The Unexpectedly Impressive Roommate

A Pause, Then Curiosity

Candy. That’s the name, and it’s a little ridiculous—like something a bored screenwriter would give to a cartoon pinup. When I first saw the listing for the Sweet Lollipop Sex Doll, I was half-expecting some kind of joke. But curiosity does weird things to you at 2am, especially when you’re scrolling through absolute sex dolls sites with one eye open and your brain running on fumes.

Anyway, there she was: brunette, busty, big ass (they really hammer that home), and standing at exactly 5 feet tall—153 centimeters if you want to be precise. Not too intimidating in height but…well, those proportions are another story.

Details That Stick (Or Don’t)

There’s always this moment where you’re reading specs and wondering who actually measures these things so meticulously. Bust: 30.7 inches; under-bust: 22.04 inches; waist: 20 inches; hips: 37.8 inches. And then there’s the stuff no one brings up at dinner parties: vagina depth (7 inches), anal depth (6.7). Maybe someone out there needs those numbers for science? Or just peace of mind.

I remember glancing at her weight—77 lbs (35 kg)—and thinking about how awkward it might be to move her around my tiny apartment without anyone noticing. Turns out, not as bad as I thought? She’s got a steel skeleton with movable joints that makes posing her feel less like wrestling an octopus and more like adjusting a mannequin that stares back at you with unnerving realism.

Quiet Surprises

Here’s where things get quietly impressive—and I didn’t expect to say that about any silicone sex doll ever. The skin texture is…not what I pictured. It doesn’t have that weird cold stickiness some cheap dolls get stuck with; instead it feels soft, almost warm after a while in the room. The joints hold their pose better than any action figure from my childhood (which is probably not what they intended as marketing copy).

And yes—the boobs are big, the butt even bigger than photos let on—but somehow it doesn’t look cartoonish in person? Maybe because they nailed the proportions or maybe because after three weeks of waiting for discreet packaging and tracking an unlabeled box across continents, anything feels special when it finally arrives.

The Waiting Game

Three weeks isn’t short when anticipation keeps poking at your patience like an annoying sibling—2 weeks processing plus about 1 week shipping internationally (free shipping though). They promise discreet packaging and honestly delivered on it; nobody in my building had any clue what showed up at my door except me…and maybe the delivery guy who looked suspiciously amused.

I guess if you need something fast or secretive for whatever reason—this part matters more than people admit in reviews.

An Odd Realization

One night I caught myself talking to Candy while moving her from one corner to another (don’t judge). Maybe it was exhaustion or maybe just living alone too long but she started feeling less like an object and more like this silent roommate who never complains about messes or music volume.

It sounds odd written out loud—but owning something like this busty silicone sex doll becomes less about pure lust over time and more about comfort? Or distraction? Hard to explain unless you've been there yourself staring into those glossy eyes at midnight wondering why life turned out so strange yet oddly satisfying sometimes.

Not Quite What You Expect

People love tossing around words like “realistic” or “lifelike” but honestly nothing prepares you for how heavy silence can feel until you’ve spent actual days sharing space with a five-foot-tall silicone companion designed for every possible fantasy scenario—vaginal or anal sex included thanks to those carefully measured depths they list everywhere online.

Still—not everything is perfect. Joints can creak if you bend them wrong; hair tangles way too easily if you're careless; cleaning takes longer than you'd hope after certain sessions…But then again nothing real is maintenance-free either right?

Tangent About Shipping Tape

Weird tangent here—I still have bits of packing tape stuck on random furniture corners from unboxing day because apparently plain boxes don’t mean easy-to-open boxes. If anyone invents quieter tape someday they’ll make millions off anxious buyers everywhere.

Anyway—that’s Candy: not quite what I expected but quietly impressive all the same, sitting over there by the window catching dust motes as afternoon sun creeps across her big boobs and even bigger butt…maybe tomorrow I'll move her again—or maybe not yet.