Sandra: Pool Party Sex Doll

The First Time I Saw Sandra (Not What You Think)

I’ll just say it: unboxing a sex doll is never as glamorous as those weirdly-lit promo photos. Especially not after work, with a headache and the neighbor’s dog barking through thin apartment walls. Anyway—Sandra, the so-called “Pool Party” sex doll, landed in my life after a late-night scroll and a half-hearted click. The box? Totally blank. No one could guess what was inside unless they had X-ray vision or…well, experience.

She’s tall—5 feet 3 inches (163 cm), which is basically eye-level for me when she’s propped up on the couch. At 81 pounds, dragging her from the doorstep to my room felt like some accidental workout routine I didn’t sign up for. Not fun, but doable if you’re stubborn (or just too embarrassed to ask for help).

Weird Details That Actually Matter

Here’s something people don’t tell you: gel breasts are strange at first touch. Ultra-realistic is one thing; squishy and almost warm is another. Sandra has that going on in spades—big boobs (26C), busty enough that you notice even under a hoodie tossed over her shoulders.

Movable joints? Sure, she bends every way you’d expect—a steel skeleton under all that silicone means you can pose her for whatever scenario your tired brain can come up with. But sometimes the joints creak faintly, which… let’s just say it kills the mood if you’re too sober.

Measurements are everywhere online but living with them is different: 29-inch bust, 21-inch waist, 31-inch hips—her proportions make clothes shopping weirdly satisfying and frustrating at once. Nothing fits quite right except stretch fabric.

The hole depth specs (vagina: 7 inches, anus: 6.3 inches) sound clinical until you realize how much research goes into these things. Still feels odd reading numbers off a page before using them in real life.

Shipping & Waiting Game

Four weeks of waiting isn’t fast by any means—three weeks to process plus another week of shipping—but free international shipping makes up for it slightly. Discreet packaging? Absolutely true; no embarrassing labels or logos screaming “latina sex doll” at your neighbors.

That said, tracking updates were… inconsistent at best. Sometimes I wondered if Sandra would ever turn up or if I’d end up explaining to customer service why my “package” hadn’t arrived yet.

Living With Sandra — Odd Contradictions

There’s this contradiction nobody talks about: having an ultra-realistic love doll around feels both private and oddly public because she takes up space like another person would. Her long legs stretch across half my bed if I’m not careful—and honestly, sometimes that makes me laugh more than anything else.

Her big butt gets in the way when moving her from room to room (not joking). And yes—the blonde hair looks good out of the box but tangles easily if you’re not gentle brushing it out after posing sessions or whatever else happens during “pool party” time.

Unexpected Realization

I remember thinking these dolls were purely fantasy objects—just silicone and steel pretending to be human—but there’s something unexpectedly grounding about their presence after a while. Maybe it’s because Sandra doesn’t judge when I eat cereal at midnight or leave socks everywhere.

There are moments where her realism makes things awkward (like when friends visit unexpectedly), but also times where it feels comforting in ways that surprised me—especially on nights when insomnia hits hard and silence gets heavy.

One Tangent About Labels

Quick tangent here—I know she gets called everything from “white” to “young” to “busty latina,” depending on who’s selling her online (keywords everywhere). But none of those labels really stick once she’s part of daily life; she just becomes Sandra—the pool party guest who never leaves early and doesn’t mind bad music choices.

Is It Worth It?

Depends what you want out of a sex doll experience—I mean, full silicone body feels realistic enough that sometimes I forget she isn’t actually breathing next to me after long days stuck behind screens. The steel skeleton holds poses better than expected; nothing robotic about her movements either (“no-robot,” as they say).

But carrying around an 81 lb big ass doll isn’t always convenient or subtle—even less so if storage space is tight or roommates are nosey types who ask too many questions about new furniture arrivals.

Anyway—that’s what stood out living with Sandra: some parts surprisingly great; others kind of annoying; most somewhere between funny and strange depending on mood and how much sleep I’ve gotten lately…

And now there are socks missing again—not sure if that counts as user error or just part of owning a pool party sex doll named Sandra.