We were discussing erotic stories and what we don't like about them. I said that I hated when the author created characters and inserted them into existing fictional environments where you are obviously supposed to pretend you are him. This brought my friend to write a short story in the second person (something we find particularly irksome). Here it is in all its concise glory:
You walk into the room and sit down. I approach you and put my hand on your leg. I tell you to close your eyes. You smile trusting me completely. I slowly rub the cool cylinder against your skin. I tell you to open wide. I place the thick barrel in your mouth and pull the trigger. Story over.
Isn't that fantastic?
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