Cherie: Pure Blonde Sex Doll—An Oddly Disarming Encounter

Blondes, Big Boobs, and the Unexpected Subtlety of Silicone

I remember scrolling through a late-night rabbit hole of absolute sex dolls (don’t judge, it’s the internet) and stumbling on Cherie. There she was—advertised as a "pure blonde sex doll," which honestly sounded like someone was naming a shampoo. But then I kept reading. E-cup silicone, 5 feet 3 inches tall, with that whole “vaginal and anal is possible” line tucked in so matter-of-factly it almost felt clinical. Oral upgrade available? Sure, why not.

There’s something quietly impressive about how these listings try to be both technical and seductive at once. You get her measurements like you’re buying a suit: bust 32.2 inches, waist 19.4 inches (that number made me pause), hips 35.4 inches. The underbust detail—23.6 inches—felt weirdly intimate for an online product page.

Movable Joints & Steel Skeletons... Wait, Is This A Transformer?

Here’s where things got more interesting than expected: steel skeleton with movable joints. Not gonna lie—I had this flash of Cherie breakdancing or doing yoga poses if you left her unattended long enough. The build quality is no joke; apparently these absolute sex dolls are engineered with more seriousness than some IKEA furniture I’ve owned.

She weighs in at 72.5 lbs (32kg), which is... heavier than my dog but lighter than my last regretful Craigslist couch haul. It makes you think about logistics in a way most people probably don’t before clicking “add to cart.” That said, the proportions are what they promise: big boobs (E-cup is no exaggeration), slim waist, long legs for days.

Hole Depths & Other Details No One Warned Me About

Vagina depth? 7.1 inches. Anus depth? 6.3 inches. Numbers that sound oddly specific but somehow reassuring for anyone who cares about such things—which I guess is everyone shopping for this kind of thing.

It’s funny how reading those stats out loud makes you realize just how much thought goes into making these dolls feel realistic—or maybe hyperrealistic is the better word? Either way, there’s an attention to detail here that borders on obsessive craftsmanship.

Discreet Packaging and That Peculiar Three-Week Wait

Shipping info gets its own paragraph because it actually matters more than you’d think when ordering something like this online (trust me). Free international shipping sounds generous until you see the processing time: two weeks to make your doll plus another week for transit—a grand total of three weeks staring at your inbox wondering if your neighbors will notice anything suspicious being delivered.

But here’s where they win points: discreet packaging means plain box, no labels screaming “sex doll inside!” from your porch steps. Small mercy in an otherwise awkward scenario.

Outfit Not Included… And Neither Is Any Judgment

Tiny note at the bottom: outfit for photo purposes only. Of course it is; nothing ever comes fully dressed unless you pay extra or win some cosmic lottery.

Browsing through photos again later (for research purposes… obviously), I found myself thinking less about the explicit stuff and more about how normalized these products have become—a blonde silicone teen fantasy rendered down to numbers and steel joints and shipping estimates.

Weirdly enough, I ended up respecting the engineering behind Cherie almost as much as her curves—and isn’t that a strange realization to have at midnight on a Tuesday?

Sometimes Curiosity Wins Out Over Cliché

If someone asked whether owning an E-cup sex doll changes your life—I mean really asked—you’d expect either bravado or embarrassment in response. But after seeing all these details firsthand—the weight calculations, joint mobility diagrams, even just imagining unboxing day—I’m starting to think there’s something quietly impressive going on beneath all that glossy marketing copy.

Anyway—now every time someone says “absolute sex dolls,” I picture Cherie standing perfectly still in her plain cardboard box somewhere between Shanghai and my apartment building lobby… waiting patiently while I pretend not to check tracking updates twice a day.

And honestly…I never thought I'd write that sentence out loud—but here we are.