A Naked Night Out (And In) With Erikitty

Because we don't get out much (if we did, who knows what we might miss?), we have to rely on other people to make us feel like we have some sort of social life, even if it's just a vicarious one. Lucky for us we have friends like Autumn Sonnichsen who not only tell us stories about hanging out with sexy models like Erikitty but who also remember to take their (er, her) camera along to record every naked late-night ice cream run too. And even luckier for you that she shares all those pictures with us when she gets home.

Spend some time with the frisky Erikitty via Autumn's exclusive-to-Fleshbot gallery after the jump.

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Erikitty
Photos and words by Autumn Sonnichsen

So, a night with Kitty. One thousand and one nights rolled into one, all of the stories that she keeps telling you to keep herself alive, every night being another epic. She is my Scheherazade, my Persian queen.

The night you're looking at she invited me over, without any warning other than that there would be dinner, and she made Thai food and got me drunk and see that outfit that she's wearing on the street, in front of her apartment? That's what she wore to the grocery store at four in the morning, the as we stalked the aisles looking for champagne and expensive ice cream, before the security guards chased us out. I gave her that mask that night, the handmade leather one that fits beautifully across the bridge of her nose. Next time I'm giving her a blindfold.

Then there are the shots from the day after, birthday cards to friends written across her ass, sleepy eyes, porn-star hair. Her bed, her couch, her little smirk and her name tattooed across her hand, something you can glance at in case that you forget that her name is really Kitty.

If I was more socially adept I probably wouldn't take pictures.

But I'm not.

So I do.

I look at her and all I need is a glass wall between the two of us for her to come alive, as if she wasn't alive already. To come alive for me specifically like one of those hothouse flowers that only bloom at night. I put the glass there and the machine here and I ask her for small things, little favors, lie down, open your blouse, lift your hair that way, pull your bra down the other way. Her doing these things for me is a way of moving oceans, shifting continents, creating new landmasses, shadows, thunderstorms, earthquakes. I want to map all of her cavities. Pressing the button is my way of loving her more.

· Autumn Sonnichsen (autumnsonnichsen.com)

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Previously: A Naked Night Out With Monica Mattos