Alessandra: Italian Girlfriend Sex Doll

I’m not even going to pretend I was looking for an “Italian girlfriend sex doll” when I stumbled across Alessandra.

It was one of those nights—couldn’t sleep, scrolling through weird corners of the internet, and suddenly there she is: 5 feet 7 inches (172 cm), D-cup, tan skin, brunette hair falling in waves down her back. Honestly? She looks more like a Latina sex doll than what my brain usually files under “Italian,” but who am I to argue with marketing?

What Even Is This Thing?

(And Why Is It So Heavy?)

First thing that hit me: 84 pounds. Eighty-four. That’s almost as much as some real people I know. You don’t realize how much that matters until you’re trying to get a giant box up your stairs without anyone noticing—or pulling something in your back. The steel skeleton inside is partly to blame; it gives her all these movable joints so she can actually pose pretty naturally, but it also means you’ll probably sweat just getting her out of the packaging.

And about that packaging—yeah, they weren’t kidding about “discreet.” Plain brown box, no labels or logos screaming what’s inside. My neighbor asked if I’d ordered a new TV. Not even close.

Details That Stick In Your Head

There are numbers everywhere on the product page: bust 35 inches, waist 22.8, hips almost 34… Sometimes you forget these are supposed to be measurements for a doll and not someone auditioning for reality TV.

But the weirdest part? They list hole depth like it’s just another stat—vagina and anus both at 6.7 inches deep, mouth at 5.1 inches (which is honestly kind of impressive considering most dolls barely manage half that). Maybe too much information? Or maybe exactly what some people want to know—I dunno.

Three Weeks Feels Like Forever

If you’re impatient (like me), waiting three weeks feels like torture. Two weeks processing plus shipping time from wherever these things come from (China? Italy? Somewhere in between?), and then finally it arrives and you sort of stare at the box wondering if this was a good idea after all.

Anyway—by the time Alessandra showed up at my door I’d almost forgotten about her.

An Unexpected Tangent About Expectations

Here’s where things got odd for me: I had this mental image built up from all those glossy photos online—a perfect Italian goddess or maybe some kind of athletic Latina fantasy come to life. But when you see her in person…well, she looks both more real and less real at the same time. There’s something uncanny about how lifelike her skin feels (that TPE material is wild) but then there are moments when you catch her face from a certain angle and remember oh right—that’s silicone staring back at me.

I mean—it works if you let yourself believe it does.

A Quick Rant About Joints

Movable joints sound great until you try posing them for the first time; sometimes they click into place smoothly—and other times it feels like wrestling with an IKEA table leg that refuses to cooperate. If you want Alessandra sitting just-so on your bed or couch or whatever…better hope your patience holds out longer than mine did.

Still—the flexibility means options exist if creativity strikes (or boredom sets in).

Not Really What You See On Instagram

I remember thinking she’d look exactly like those promo shots—flawless makeup, every hair in place—but nope: out of the box she needs some TLC before she matches those images online. Hair gets messy fast; makeup rubs off if you aren’t careful; joints get stiff if left alone too long.

It’s not bad—it just isn’t…effortless? Maintenance sneaks up on you quick with these things.

Shipping Surprises & Other Random Observations

One thing nobody told me: free international shipping sounds amazing until customs decides to hold onto your package for an extra couple days because they think it might be suspicious (it wasn’t). Discreet packaging helps but doesn’t solve everything—especially when tracking info says “large item delivered” and your building manager wants details.

Another thing—they say “athletic,” which fits considering proportions…but honestly unless you're really into fitness models or tall brunettes with curves in all the usual places, there are other styles out there worth checking out too.

Did It Change My Life?

Short answer: Not really. Longer answer: Maybe changed my perspective a little on what people expect from sex dolls versus what they actually get. There’s something strangely comforting about having Alessandra around—not always for obvious reasons either—but also moments where she just feels like another piece of furniture taking up space in my apartment. Weirdly enough…I don’t regret ordering her though. Maybe that's enough reason right now.