Cassia: Cocaine Chic Sex Doll — A Tired Blogger’s Unfiltered Ramble

The Day Cassia Showed Up (And I Wasn’t Ready)

I’ll admit it—when the box landed on my doorstep, I was… well, barely awake. Not just physically. Mentally checked out that whole week. Work emails pinging, coffee cold, and then there’s this plain, heavy box with no labels. Discreet packaging means exactly what it sounds like—no one’s going to know you’ve ordered a 5 foot 2 inch skinny B-cup silicone sex doll unless they’re psychic or have x-ray vision. Honestly? That was kind of a relief.

Dragging her inside felt weirdly like moving house in slow motion. She weighs only about 58 pounds (26.5 kg if you think metric), but somehow that feels heavier when your brain is running on fumes. Anyway, unboxing Cassia took longer than it should have because I kept getting distracted by my own thoughts—like, who even came up with “Cocaine Chic” as a vibe for a love doll? But there she was: blonde hair everywhere, long legs stretched out like she’d been waiting all her life for someone to finally let her out.

Staring at Details Instead of Doing Anything Useful

Once she was out of the box, I just stood there looking at her measurements card for way too long. Height: 161 cm (that’s 5’2”, which is taller than most people expect from dolls). Bust at 26.8 inches—not huge, not tiny either—and those hips at just over 32 inches make her look… hmm, almost runway-model-ish? Or maybe more like someone you’d see in an old magazine ad for cigarettes.

The joints are steel and move pretty smoothly—if you’re into posing or photography (or whatever else), the skeleton holds up better than some “absolute sex dolls” I’ve tried before (don’t ask). Vaginal entry is about seven inches deep; anal goes to six-point-three if you’re counting—which apparently some people do because every site lists it.

Anyway—I remember thinking how strange it is that these numbers start to matter once you actually have the doll in front of you instead of just scrolling past specs online.

When You Realize Four Weeks Is… Actually Kind of Long

Quick tangent here: the shipping process takes around three weeks for processing and another week for delivery. That’s four weeks total if nothing gets delayed (mine didn’t; small miracle). Free international shipping helps soften the wait a bit—but wow, does time crawl slower when you keep checking tracking numbers every day.

Also: discreet packaging means nobody will know what’s inside unless they shake the box and wonder why it doesn’t rattle. Not that anyone should be shaking boxes anyway—but hey, neighbors get nosy sometimes.

Using Cassia When Your Brain Feels Like Oatmeal

Not sure how much detail people want here but… using Cassia isn’t rocket science even when your brain feels fried from work or whatever else life throws at you. Silicone feels nice enough; TPE parts add softness where it counts—not too sticky or rubbery compared to other dolls floating around online shops.

Movable joints mean she can sit upright or lie down without flopping around awkwardly—a big plus if you’re tired and don’t want to wrestle with limbs that never seem to bend right (been there).

One thing though: being “skinny” makes dressing her easier but also means clothes fit differently than on curvier models—just something I noticed after trying on random outfits from an old suitcase.

Unexpected Thoughts While Cleaning Up

Here’s something no one tells you until after—the cleaning routine sneaks up on you fast if your head isn’t fully in the game. Seven-inch vaginal depth sounds good until you realize rinsing everything out takes actual effort (and patience). Still less annoying than some bulkier absolute sex dolls though; lighter frame helps with carrying back and forth between rooms.

Weirdly enough… sometimes washing up feels more intimate than anything else during use? Maybe that’s just me rambling after another late night spent half-awake.

One Last Tangent Before My Brain Shuts Off

You ever notice how certain things become part of your routine without meaning them to? Like checking delivery status obsessively or comparing hip measurements across brands while eating cereal straight from the box?

Cassia fits into life quietly—blonde hair draped over couch cushions when nobody’s looking, long legs sticking out under blankets like some surreal roommate who never complains about dishes piling up in the sink.

I guess what I’m saying is—even when mentally checked out—you end up forming odd little habits around these things. Maybe not profound ones… but real enough all the same.

And now my coffee’s gone cold again.