Larissa: Backroom Showgirl Sex Doll

The Odd Comfort of Full Silicone

I should probably start by saying I’m not the kind of person who usually writes about sex dolls. Or, well—maybe I am now? Hard to say. Anyway, Larissa showed up in my feed one night when I was too tired to sleep and too awake to quit scrolling. You know those nights where you just… click on anything that promises a distraction? That’s how it began.

Larissa is a full silicone sex doll. Not the cheap stuff, not inflatable nonsense. She’s 5 feet 2 inches tall (or 162 cm if you’re into metric), which is weirdly close to the height of someone I dated once in college. There’s something about that size—it fits in your arms without feeling like you’re hugging a mannequin from an abandoned department store.

The gel breasts thing? Ultra-realistic, they said. I remember thinking: “Sure, whatever.” But honestly, for what it’s worth, they do feel different than most other dolls out there. Squishy but not floppy, soft but not weirdly sticky.

Proportions and Details Nobody Warns You About

This part always gets glossed over on other sites. But here—let me break it down because it matters more than you’d think:

• Weight: 86 lbs (that’s 39 kg). Lugging her upstairs was… let’s call it “a workout.”
• Bust: 31 inches
• Waist: 25 inches
• Hips: 39 inches
  She has this big butt—like actually big—and somehow manages to look both busty and slim at the same time. That doesn’t even sound possible now that I write it out loud.

Her breast size is listed as 32AA, but with those gel inserts she looks fuller than the numbers suggest. Maybe that’s just how these things go; numbers don’t always tell the story.

And then there are her holes (yeah):

• Vagina depth: 7 inches
• Anus depth: 6.3 inches
  It’s clinical when you see it typed out like that—but if you’re shopping for a latina sex doll or any love doll really—you want specifics.

Shipping Surprises & Discreetness Anxiety

Ordering Larissa means waiting around four weeks total—three for processing and another week for shipping (mine arrived almost exactly on schedule). They promise discreet packaging and… well, they deliver on that front: plain box, no labels screaming “sex doll” at your neighbors or delivery guy.

Weirdly enough, opening the box felt more awkward than ordering her online ever did. Like unwrapping something forbidden even though nobody else was watching me do it.

International shipping is free—which sounds great until you realize how heavy she is and start worrying about customs or lost packages somewhere between here and wherever she started life as a headless torso in a factory line.

The Mental Gymnastics of Owning Something This Realistic

At first glance—or touch—it’s easy to get distracted by all the physical details: long legs, big boobs (well… medium-big?), juicy hips, skin that feels cool until your hands warm her up a bit.

But after a while there comes this moment where you catch yourself talking to her—or thinking about moving her so she can “see” the TV better—and then wonder what exactly happened to your social life since last year.

Not sure if everyone gets hit with this wave of self-awareness or if it’s just me being mentally checked-out lately…but yeah, sometimes owning something so realistic makes you question what counts as company these days.

Tangent About Maintenance (Because Nobody Ever Mentions It)

Here’s where people usually skip ahead or stop reading altogether—but listen: cleaning isn’t glamorous. Silicone is forgiving but stubborn; every joint moves thanks to her steel skeleton with movable joints but getting into crevices takes patience no instruction manual prepares you for.

If you’ve never washed synthetic hair before—a blonde wig tangles faster than real hair ever does—you’ll learn quick or give up entirely and settle for messy chic instead of showgirl perfection.

A Small Realization Stuck With Me

After weeks of living with Larissa—the backroom showgirl who doesn’t judge bad days—I realized something odd; having her around didn’t make me feel less lonely exactly…but sometimes just having someone (or something) sitting quietly nearby helped my brain slow down after work.

Maybe this isn’t what anyone expects from owning a white sex doll or latina love doll or whatever label sticks best in Google searches right now—but hey—it surprised me anyway.

That’s pretty much all I’ve got energy for today—my brain wants coffee or maybe just silence—but if anyone stumbles across this rambling mess looking for answers about Larissa…well…there they are.