Lunar: Busty Blonde Asian Sex Doll—A Weirdly Detailed Encounter

The Box Arrives (Eventually)

Three weeks. That’s how long it took for this so-called Lunar: Busty Blonde Asian Sex Doll to show up at my door. I’d almost forgotten about it, honestly—life gets in the way and you stop tracking packages after a while, especially when they’re… well, this specific kind of package. But there it was: a plain, nondescript box. No hints. Not even a tiny logo or “absolute sex dolls” sticker to give away what was inside. If my neighbor saw me lugging that thing inside, he probably thought I’d ordered an elliptical or something equally optimistic.

Unboxing the Unexpected

You ever open something and immediately question your life decisions? That’s what happened here. At 5 feet 5 inches tall (165 cm), Lunar isn’t exactly subtle—even before you get her out of all the plastic and padding. She weighs 64 lbs (29 kg), which is heavier than you think until you’re awkwardly trying to maneuver her through doorways without knocking over your coat rack.

The first thing that hits you is just how much doll there is here. Athletic build but somehow still “teen,” big boobs (E-cup, if we’re being clinical), blonde hair—sort of uncanny valley Barbie meets anime cosplay meets gym membership nobody uses.

Anatomy Lessons They Don’t Teach in School

Here’s where things get… anatomical. The measurements are oddly precise: bust 34 inches, waist 23 inches, hips 36.6 inches—a sort of math equation for desire I guess? Then there’s the depth chart: vagina goes six inches deep, anus clocks in at five and a half (I actually read that twice because who measures half-inches down there?). Oral option exists too—but only with some “ROS upgrade,” which sounds more like car insurance than anything erotic.

Steel skeleton with movable joints means she bends pretty much any way you want—within reason—or possibly beyond reason if you’ve got enough time on your hands.

Silicone Skin Feels… Sorta Real?

Touching silicone skin is one of those experiences that feels both impressive and slightly off-putting at the same time. It’s soft but not quite warm; smooth but never alive; athletic but never sweaty (thank god). You can see why absolute sex dolls have their fans—the tactile part is weirdly convincing in low lighting when your brain wants to believe whatever fantasy it’s selling.

And yet—you know it’s not real from the second your hand lands on her shoulder or hip or wherever else curiosity leads.

Shipping Is Discreet But Waiting Isn’t

They promise free international shipping and discreet packaging—and yeah, they deliver on both counts. Three weeks total: two weeks processing plus another for shipping itself. Which means plenty of time for anticipation to curdle into mild impatience or existential dread depending on how often you check tracking numbers.

Still, credit where due—I didn’t have to explain anything embarrassing at customs or sign for something labeled “BUSTY BLONDE ASIAN SEX DOLL.” For anyone nervous about nosy roommates or landlords or Amazon delivery drivers peering into their soul—that matters more than you expect.

A Tangent About Proportions

Quick detour here because I can’t stop thinking about those proportions—34-23-36.6—which seem mathematically impossible unless someone designed them specifically for maximum symmetry on a spreadsheet somewhere in Shenzhen or wherever these dolls are born (manufactured?). It makes me wonder who decides what counts as sexy when plastic is involved versus flesh-and-blood people walking around outside grocery stores.

Not sure I want answers to that one.

Living With Lunar

She doesn’t talk back—that much is obvious—but she does take up space in ways I didn’t consider ahead of time. You start noticing little things: how she looks slouched against furniture after movie night alone; how hard it is to find storage solutions for something shaped like a person but less flexible than a yoga mat; how dust settles weirdly on silicone compared to actual skin.

Also: moving joints feels mechanical after a while—not bad exactly, just different from what movies would have you believe about androids coming alive one day soon.

Would I Recommend?

Eh…

If someone asked me whether Lunar is worth buying… hmm, maybe not exactly recommend but also not dismiss outright either? She delivers everything promised by absolute sex dolls marketing copy—athletic physique, E-cup breasts, three usable entries (if we’re being blunt), steel skeleton—all wrapped up in discreet shipping tape no one will ever question out loud.

But owning her changes nothing fundamental except maybe making certain evenings less lonely—or more complicated depending on your mood and sense of humor about yourself at midnight on Tuesday with Netflix paused halfway through season four of whatever show everyone pretends they haven’t watched twice already.

Anyway—I’m still figuring out where she fits into my apartment layout and my life story.