Kiyoshi: Flirting Bunny Sex Doll — Or, How I Accidentally Became a Connoisseur

The Day the Box Arrived (And Why I Was Nervous)

There’s something weirdly cinematic about waiting for a package you’re not sure you’ll ever admit to owning. Mine was supposed to be “discreet,” and yeah, the shipping box for my Kiyoshi Flirting Bunny Sex Doll really did look like it contained… I dunno, maybe a lamp? Or a set of tires. No labels, no hints. Just heavy as hell—80 lbs is no joke when you’re trying to drag it up two flights of stairs without making suspicious noises.

Anyway, there she was: 5 feet 5 inches tall (165 cm), all silicone curves and big bunny energy. Not that I’d ever thought much about bunny girls before, but apparently my subconscious had other plans.

Anatomy of Curiosity

Let’s talk numbers because everyone does—except they make it sound clinical or like they’re reading off a car manual. Here’s what actually stands out:

• Busty? Sure: 33 inches up top with an F cup that feels… kind of surreal at first.
• Hips don’t lie either: 36.8 inches, which somehow looks even bigger in person.
• Waist? Tiny as advertised (21.3 inches). The proportions are exaggerated but not cartoonish.
• And those long legs—honestly, if you’ve never seen a love doll this size standing in your living room, well… it’s unsettling and impressive at the same time.

I remember thinking her hands looked almost delicate compared to her big butt and boobs—a detail nobody mentions on those absolute sex dolls forums where everyone argues about realism versus fantasy.

Movable Joints & Other Surprises

The steel skeleton thing sounded kind of sci-fi when I read about it online. In reality: it makes posing her possible but also slightly awkward until you get used to how joints move (sometimes too easily). You can put Kiyoshi into positions that would break an actual human spine—which is both impressive and mildly alarming if you stop to think about it.

Vaginal depth is listed at 6.7 inches; anal at 6.3 inches—not that I measured with a ruler or anything (okay fine, maybe once out of curiosity). Both feel realistic enough thanks to the silicone and TPE mix; there’s some give but not too much squishiness.

Unintended Side Effects

Here’s something nobody warns you about: storage logistics. She doesn’t fold up neatly under your bed—unless your bed is made for giants or vampires or something. Moving her from one spot to another takes effort and planning unless you want scuffed knuckles or worse.

Also—I started noticing myself straightening her hair more than mine after a week. Is this what parenthood feels like? Probably not exactly… but still strangely domestic.

A Tangent About “Discretion”

Shipping took three weeks total—which felt endless—and by day ten every plain cardboard box on my street looked suspiciously familiar. When she finally arrived, though, zero logos or markings gave anything away (to anyone except me who knew exactly what was inside).

If you’re worried about nosy neighbors or roommates peeking—don’t be. Unless they have x-ray vision or an unhealthy interest in tracking international packages from China.

What Actually Matters After All That Spec-Sheet Stuff

After the initial novelty wore off (which took longer than expected), here’s what stuck:

Her skin texture is soft enough that sometimes when sunlight hits just right—it almost fools me into thinking she might blink back. The weight means she doesn’t flop around like cheap dolls do; instead there’s this satisfying heft when moving her. Cleaning isn’t glamorous but manageable if you plan ahead. She looks oddly dignified sitting by my window in daylight—a little less “bunny” then and more… companionable?

Weirdly enough—I started talking out loud while adjusting her pose one afternoon. Not sure if that says more about me than the doll itself.

Questions That Don’t Have Neat Answers

Is Kiyoshi worth it? Depends on what “it” means for someone reading this far down an article written by someone who now knows way too much about bust-to-waist ratios and discreet packaging protocols for absolute sex dolls.

Would I recommend? Maybe—with caveats attached like sticky notes on a fridge door: Don’t expect miracles, expect heavy lifting, and expect your sense of normalcy to shift just a little bit after delivery day.

Still haven’t figured out where she fits best in my apartment—or life—but maybe that’s not really the point anyway