I’ve spent a lot of time in the Suomenlinna sea fortress during the summer. Fifteen minutes of ferry travel is enough to detach you from everyday horrors of work, and if you walk purposefully away from the tourist routes, you’ll find one or two patches of unspoiled privacy. What better place to spend the night, listening to the waves in a sleeping bag, and have sex with the one who doesn’t take cliffy ground personally.
The other extremes are the endless, pitch-dark caves that were used as trenches during the Crimean war. Find the farthermost niche, press your lover against the ever-damp wall and keep circling her clit with your fingers until she can no longer stand on her own. The arched walls will repeat even the smallest of sound you two make threefold and you’ll feel like you’ve hit the centre of earth. Then try to find your way back to the sunlight together, and if you manage that, try not to dream aloud how amazing it would be to have one of those barren apartments just for the two of you. The thing is, she wants to put up a pool table where you want to situate a reading lamp, and besides, it is pretty god-damn amazing the way it is.
