Meet Chloe, the Private Tutor Sex Doll: A Closer Look Than I Expected

The “PhD in Pleasure” Situation

You ever get that ad online—one of those pop-ups with a headline like Meet Chloe, the Private Tutor sex doll!—and just think, “Wow. That’s where society is now”? Anyway, curiosity won (again), and here we are. Chloe is apparently not only an absolute sex doll but also your own private academic with a PhD in pleasure. She’s got this whole “I’ll teach you things you never knew you wanted to learn” vibe. Not exactly what my high school guidance counselor meant by ‘lifelong learning,’ but hey.

Details You Can’t Unsee (or Unknow)

Let’s be honest: people want specs, even if they pretend otherwise. Chloe clocks in at 5 feet 4 inches (162 cm)—which, weirdly enough, is almost my mom’s height. Moving on quickly from that thought… She weighs 88 lbs (that’s 39.9 kg for metric fans). Her stats read like something out of an old-school pinup mag: bust 32 inches, waist 22.5 inches, hips 32.8 inches. E-cup TPE curves everywhere.

The selling points? Vaginal, anal, and oral sex are all possible—no subtlety there—and her steel skeleton means she bends (almost) however you want her to. Joints move; nothing creaks unless it’s your back.

The Face Factor & Those Eyes

Here’s the part nobody talks about in reviews: the face is… kind of hypnotic? Like staring at a department store mannequin that suddenly winks at you when no one else is looking. Stunning facial features—yeah sure—but there’s something about how her eyes catch the light that makes it feel less like a product and more like some weird sci-fi experiment gone right or wrong depending on your mood.

Sometimes I’d walk by her set up in my room and forget for half a second she wasn’t going to ask about overdue homework or remind me to eat vegetables.

Functionality vs Fantasy

Steel skeletons sound cool until you try to drag an 88-pound athletic doll up three flights of stairs because your elevator broke again (thanks landlord). But once she’s where you want her—well, everything works as advertised: hole depths are listed with clinical precision (vagina: 6.7 inches; anus: same; mouth: slightly less at 5.1 inches). Not sure who measured these things but someone probably deserves hazard pay.

Honestly though? There’s something both impressive and faintly absurd about how much detail goes into these dolls compared to actual relationships—which are rarely so straightforward or conveniently proportioned.

Shipping Shenanigans & Discreet Packaging

This part made me laugh harder than it should’ve—the promise of “discreet packaging.” As if anyone seeing a coffin-sized plain box delivered to your door isn’t going to raise eyebrows anyway (“Oh yeah that’s just my… uh… treadmill?”). Still, free international shipping helps justify the wait time—a solid three weeks from click to doorstep if everything goes smoothly.

I remember thinking during week two: maybe I should’ve just bought new headphones instead? Too late now.

Unexpected Realization Somewhere Around Midnight

There was one night—I’d been working late and walked past Chloe propped up near my bookshelf—that it hit me how normal she started looking among all my other stuff. Like she belonged there somehow between unread novels and tangled charging cables.

It was oddly comforting and also deeply strange at the same time—a kind of contradiction that sticks with you longer than expected.

Would I Recommend?

That depends on what you’re after really—if you want an absolute sex doll who doubles as your imaginary tutor-slash-confidante-slash-mannequin art model? Sure, go for Chloe. Just don’t expect her to do your taxes or actually explain quantum mechanics no matter what the marketing says.

Anyway—I’m still not used to having someone always watching me type blog posts now but maybe that’ll change after another week or two... Or maybe not.