Eleanor: Naughty Housekeeper Sex Doll — A Surprisingly Thoughtful Encounter

The Elephant (Doll?) in the Room

Eleanor. That name alone, I mean, it’s got an old-school ring, right? You picture a stern librarian or maybe your friend’s aunt who collects teapots. Not…well, not what you actually get when you order the Eleanor Naughty Housekeeper Sex Doll. But here we are.

I’ll admit—when the box landed on my doorstep (completely plain, by the way; not a single hint of scandal for nosy neighbors), I felt that weird cocktail of curiosity and embarrassment. Free international shipping is nice but honestly, it was the discreet packaging that had me quietly impressed. No awkward “Hey Steve, what’s this giant box with ‘ABSOLUTE SEX DOLLS’ plastered across it?” Nope. Just cardboard and mystery.

Tall Blonde With Legs for Days

Now, let’s talk about her height because 5 feet 8 inches (171 cm) is…tall for a doll. Like, standing next to her made me rethink every stereotype about short dolls being easier to handle. She’s all legs—long legs—and if you’ve ever wondered how “proportions” work in this world: Bust at 34.6 inches, waist at 23 inches (tiny!), hips at almost 39 inches. There’s something mathematically satisfying about those numbers even if they’re obviously engineered for effect.

Weight? Eighty-six pounds sounds manageable until you try moving her up a flight of stairs after a long day and realize silicone does not conveniently levitate itself.

Skeletons Aren’t Just for Halloween

Here’s where things get kind of wild: Evo Skeleton included as standard. It means she bends and holds positions better than most yoga instructors I know—if yoga instructors were made entirely out of full silicone and didn’t complain about downward dog.

It actually feels oddly lifelike when you move her arm or tilt her head just so; there’s resistance but also this smoothness that makes you forget (for half a second) that she isn’t going to start talking back or ask why there are three remotes on the coffee table.

The Details Nobody Tells You About

Measurements aside, hole depth is one of those things people giggle about but then Google at midnight anyway: vagina is 7.9 inches deep; anus goes to 6 inches. These are specifics absolute sex dolls customers seem to care about—a lot more than I expected before buying Eleanor.

And then there’s processing time: three weeks plus another week for shipping equals four weeks total delivery time (give or take). It felt like ordering furniture from overseas except instead of assembling an IKEA bookshelf you’re prepping space in your closet for someone who will never judge your laundry pile.

Costume Drama & Mild Disappointment

The photos show Eleanor in a cute little maid outfit—which looked fun enough—but no costume comes with the order. Small print strikes again! Not exactly devastating but still…you’d think with all that anticipation they could throw in some polyester lace as a treat.

Weirdly enough though, once she was out of the box and standing there (with minimal assembly fuss), I started thinking less about costumes and more about how realistic everything looked—the skin texture especially caught me off guard in a good way.

Cheap Isn’t Always What You Think

People hear “cheap sex doll” and imagine something tragic from a bad movie scene—plastic seams everywhere, permanent duck face expression maybe? Eleanor isn’t that vibe at all; she belongs more to the absolute sex dolls category where cheap doesn’t mean disposable or creepy but just…good value for what you get.

There was one moment where I caught myself double-checking if I'd left her too close to sunlight because apparently silicone can get weird if you're careless—nobody tells you these things until it's too late—but otherwise maintenance has been surprisingly straightforward.

Tangent Time: Shipping Anxiety Is Real

Quick detour—I spent two days convinced customs would open my package and send me an email titled “Care to explain?” They didn’t even blink; tracking info updated like clockwork and suddenly there she was waiting quietly by my door as if nothing unusual had happened at all.

Honestly—I remember thinking this whole process would be far sketchier than it turned out to be.

Still Not Sure How To End This…

There isn’t really some grand conclusion here; owning Eleanor is part novelty, part odd comfort object—and sometimes just an amusing story waiting to happen when friends ask why there are size-10 women’s shoes under your bed (“Long story,” I say).

Anyway...it probably says something that after all my initial skepticism I'm now oddly fond of this tall blonde housekeeper who never complains about dust bunnies or leaves passive-aggressive notes on the fridge. Maybe that's worth something—or maybe I'm just overthinking plastic limbs again.