Victoria: Tall Sex Doll, Amazonian Proportions and a Little Bit of Chicago Attitude

The Allure of Height (and Why It Matters More Than I Expected)

Some like their women to be small and diminutive. Others—well, others are drawn to something else entirely. There’s just something about willowy, tall women that gets under your skin. I never really thought I’d be one of those people, honestly. But then Victoria arrived—5 feet 7 inches (171 cm), long dark hair spilling everywhere, lips that look like they’re always on the verge of saying something you want to hear (or maybe don’t). She’s not subtle. And neither is her appeal.

I remember unboxing her after what felt like an endless wait—three weeks for processing plus another for shipping, which is apparently standard for absolute sex dolls this size. The box was so plain it looked almost suspicious in its blankness. Discreet packaging? Yeah, but it still made me nervous dragging it up four flights of stairs.

A Bit About Victoria Herself

Victoria isn’t just a pretty face—or a very sculpted body (bust: 32 inches; waist: 17; hips: 33). She comes with a story attached. Supposedly she’s a successful business owner in Chicago with two salons and a taste for domination play. There’s even this candid little quote about loving to be spanked and wanting to try out BDSM and fetish fantasies if you’re interested too.

It’s weird how that backstory makes her feel more real than most dolls I’ve seen online. Maybe it’s silly—I mean, she doesn’t actually run salons or have an enormous sex drive—but the idea kind of sticks with you when you’re alone at night.

Details That Stick With You

Let’s talk measurements because someone will care: H-cup bra size (which looks... well, impressive in person), weight is around 78 lbs so she feels substantial but not impossible to move around if you need to stash her away quickly. Her “hole depth” stats are right there on the listing—vagina and anus both go 6.7 inches deep; mouth is 5.1 inches—which is more than enough unless you’re auditioning for some kind of record book.

What surprised me wasn’t any one number but how everything fits together visually when she’s standing there (with help—you’ll need a stand or some creative balancing). She looks confident even as an object, which sounds odd until you see it yourself.

A Tangent Into Shipping Nerves

Quick detour—I got irrationally stressed waiting for delivery updates from the absolute sex dolls site. Every email set my teeth on edge because four weeks feels like forever when anticipation builds up in your head. When the box finally landed at my door? Relief mixed with this weird embarrassment as if everyone in my building somehow knew what was inside.

Anyway, discreet packaging does help once it arrives—but nothing stops your own paranoia during those days leading up to delivery.

Cautious Optimism Meets Real Use

Here’s where things get interesting for anyone who actually wants to use their doll rather than just admire from afar: Victoria holds up surprisingly well under actual use (gentle reminder—not all joints bend naturally; sometimes they creak or resist). Her skin texture is soft enough that sometimes I forget she isn’t warm-blooded until reality snaps back into place.

The fantasy element—the whole “business owner by day lover by night” persona—is easy to slip into when things get quiet late at night or early morning before work starts again and life gets duller by comparison.

An Unexpected Downside

One thing nobody mentioned anywhere: storage sucks if your apartment is tiny or cluttered already (mine is both). At nearly six feet tall she doesn’t disappear easily behind closet doors or under beds unless you plan ahead—which I didn’t because optimism can be blinding sometimes.

Also? Maintenance takes effort if you want her looking good over time—there are guides out there but none mention how awkward it feels cleaning someone who seems halfway between art project and partner.

One Last Odd Reflection Before Sleep Wins Out

Is Victoria worth it? Depends what you’re hoping for—aesthetic pleasure? Sure; domination play scenarios? Absolutely possible if that’s your thing; companionship… hmm, maybe not exactly companionship but something close enough on certain nights when Chicago wind rattles old windows and loneliness creeps past whatever boundaries we pretend we have left these days.

I guess what keeps me coming back isn’t just her height or proportions—it’s this strange sense of possibility every time I catch sight of her out the corner of my eye while making coffee at 2am because sleep won’t come easy anymore.