MrIllusion
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Hello,
As a non-native English speaker, I now send all of my stories to an editor for spelling/grammar. Nevertheless I still try to do my best to learn proper English. One of my issues is the different tenses, especially when a character thinks back to something that happened previously.
I know I should use "had" when this happens, but sometimes it feels like I need to use "had" every other word.
Here's an example of what I think works, but I'm not sure because there are so many "had" that it feels kind of broken. It's also more complicated because there are two recursive "looking back" moments.
Thanks for any input.
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Part of me was hesitant about this whole thing, even on what would probably become my death bed. My wife had been immensely jealous of Megan even though I had never done anything inappropriate with her. Except maybe for that one time I ogled her around the spa, nothing else had happened. But my wife was sensitive about her and we often had big clashes over small things.
In fact, the last time we had a big argument over Megan was two days before we got my cancer diagnosis. I don’t even remember what had triggered it. Probably some photos of her that I had taken during a party. It had been awful. And then the cancer diagnosis had fallen and everything changed. A few days later my wife had sat me down in our living room and had said that she was done being jealous of Megan.
At that time, we hadn’t known how bad things would get with my health. It had still been possible for me to fully heal. Nevertheless, it had shaken us. My wife had decided that she was done being jealous. She had said that she was perfectly aware that Megan was extremely beautiful and unimaginably desirable. She had then said that it was normal for me to be attracted to her and that she knew that I had never done anything untoward with her. She had even said that she wouldn’t mind if I wanted to stare at her from time to time.
Strangely enough, that had led to a night of very intense sex. And I mean intense. After having received an amazing blowjob and watching her ride me in cowgirl, my wife had gotten on all fours and offered me her ass. And I do mean her ass. A minute and a lot of lube later I had been fucking her ass. Anal sex wasn’t something we did often, but I was still blessed with such a gift roughly three or four times a year. And that night had been the night!
And suddenly, my wife had asked me if I was thinking about Megan. I had frozen. Completely frozen. And I had suddenly understood why she had asked that. It wasn’t only because of her earlier declaration. Three weeks earlier, I had caught the two women talking in our living room, more than slightly drunk. When I entered the living room I had hear Megan say “Who the fuck doesn’t like anal sex?” The girls had been laughing and had only laughed harder when they’d seen me. Even my wife.
As a non-native English speaker, I now send all of my stories to an editor for spelling/grammar. Nevertheless I still try to do my best to learn proper English. One of my issues is the different tenses, especially when a character thinks back to something that happened previously.
I know I should use "had" when this happens, but sometimes it feels like I need to use "had" every other word.
Here's an example of what I think works, but I'm not sure because there are so many "had" that it feels kind of broken. It's also more complicated because there are two recursive "looking back" moments.
Thanks for any input.
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Part of me was hesitant about this whole thing, even on what would probably become my death bed. My wife had been immensely jealous of Megan even though I had never done anything inappropriate with her. Except maybe for that one time I ogled her around the spa, nothing else had happened. But my wife was sensitive about her and we often had big clashes over small things.
In fact, the last time we had a big argument over Megan was two days before we got my cancer diagnosis. I don’t even remember what had triggered it. Probably some photos of her that I had taken during a party. It had been awful. And then the cancer diagnosis had fallen and everything changed. A few days later my wife had sat me down in our living room and had said that she was done being jealous of Megan.
At that time, we hadn’t known how bad things would get with my health. It had still been possible for me to fully heal. Nevertheless, it had shaken us. My wife had decided that she was done being jealous. She had said that she was perfectly aware that Megan was extremely beautiful and unimaginably desirable. She had then said that it was normal for me to be attracted to her and that she knew that I had never done anything untoward with her. She had even said that she wouldn’t mind if I wanted to stare at her from time to time.
Strangely enough, that had led to a night of very intense sex. And I mean intense. After having received an amazing blowjob and watching her ride me in cowgirl, my wife had gotten on all fours and offered me her ass. And I do mean her ass. A minute and a lot of lube later I had been fucking her ass. Anal sex wasn’t something we did often, but I was still blessed with such a gift roughly three or four times a year. And that night had been the night!
And suddenly, my wife had asked me if I was thinking about Megan. I had frozen. Completely frozen. And I had suddenly understood why she had asked that. It wasn’t only because of her earlier declaration. Three weeks earlier, I had caught the two women talking in our living room, more than slightly drunk. When I entered the living room I had hear Megan say “Who the fuck doesn’t like anal sex?” The girls had been laughing and had only laughed harder when they’d seen me. Even my wife.
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