Joseph Silver was awakened by his stiff legs. He woke up, including consciousness, but he did not climb in a hurry. " Firstly, why is it so dark? Night? . .

No, not that night.

Something else. But what? . . And why are muted other sounds? - He argued long and lazily accustomed to operating with words. The characteristic sense of disgust, covenant body and soul, reminding him that yesterday he was drunk as a pig - and that was all he could think about yesterday. It turned out that he is completely naked, covered with a blanket with his head ( hence the darkness and muffled sounds) , the window wide open, the morning breeze rides on the windowsill with cigarette butts, ashes that fell from the overflowing ashtray on the bare wall, a reproduction of Aivazovsky ( true, hotel room) , on a narrow bed against the opposite wall, his back, sleeping two, wrapped a blanket: one that is closer to the edge of the wall, part of his face sticking out from under the blankets, sleeping with your mouth open, the second one could guess the only confused hair, scattered up the pillow.

Yesterday he was " fired doublet" ( as he called this phenomenon) . Do not resist again, rang the bell.

On the carpet was strewn standard seksshopovsky set flagellant: whip a few tails ( can it yesterday, he depicted a martyr? " I wonder how he get? ) , Leather mask of" victim " with the zipper on your mouth ( unlike in this case, the severed head of man who died a horrible death) , womens boots, abandoned for various angles and bottles, many empty bottles stacked up on the floor in all variations. " If one day I woke up and I see something like this and know that I am? 4u - I would not be surprised, " - thought Silver. He quietly covered his legs with a blanket, still lay with his eyes open. Right outside the window hung a bright sun. It shone in the eyes of Silver, he tried to dodge, but unsuccessfully. " I love the sun, - he thought - but not in such a sorry, a" .

He hid his head with a blanket and dozed off again delirious half- sleep. He was awakened cautious steps and pent- girlish laughter. In the room, smoking a cigarette, strode half- naked blonde now and then coming up to a locked window, dropping ash on the mountain of cigarette butts, overflowing ashtray. It was joined by a second, entered the room with a large towel in his hands, which she dipped a person, small trembling and teeth chattering.

This was a brunette with a shortened form of the body, with mongoloid shaped eyes.

The blonde was higher than its companion for about ten centimeters, her thighs were thin and elongated, pointed some stoop, she wore a narrow band of cowards with a cloth triangle in the groin, to put it bluntly, " napizdnik" - her breasts were small, solid- looking , narrow brown nipples. Metiska stood back. The musculature of the back of it was developed on the sight for sore eyes perfectly, almost like a man, was flat and smooth, only somewhere near the neck flushed two or three fresh pimple, which, however, did not ruin the experience. The color of the body it was not a dark, even the pale.

From clothes to her as were some panties, white lace that crashed over his left side in the buttocks, opening one of the hemispheres, shudder at the movements of jelly. The girls stood and smoked, staring out the window, something vaguely talking openly and often using math. All that Silver watched through a small recess of a declaration made in a blanket. Finally, they in turn put out the butts.

The blonde slowly picked up the boots, a leather mask and sat on the empty bed, it began to pull themselves. The brunette went over to the serving with the head of Joseph. Just close it loomed with dense folds of fat belly, a shiny black hairs in the navel, leaving a track in the direction of the groin. " Hey.

Arise.

Arise.

Do you hear" - not quite sure she touched the head of Joseph, thinking perhaps that this shoulder. Only recently was quite commonplace situation where two half- naked talking together - and now again a spectacle. " Well, well play by the accepted rules, " - thought Joseph, pretending that he just came around and did not understand.

He threw away the blanket and sat up in bed, feigning recreates vision, shivering rubbing his foot on the leg.

He asked the blonde get rid of his boots, clean away the whip, as it has become trite, tasteless. He categorically rejected the proposed condom use, in violation of these instructions. Rather dry, firm lips, was given to a working state agency writer, stout, but short, belted a network of venous cobwebs, with sheltered under the foreskin of a massive head ( so long ago he slept Joseph) eregiruyuschy strictly horizontally somewhere in the north- west. He entered the blonde with ass to moisten her crotch with a viscous, smelly spit. He struggled with his body on her body, and on the sides and buttocks ran a brief wave.

Standing in the bed on all fours, his head is passively give rest on the elbows hands, between themselves entwined, as though she muses. Penis Joseph scurrying and sliding into a warm, non- figurative; had to tread with force and depth, to feel a kind of ring- shaped obstacle - apparently the mouth of the uterus - which, incidentally, was too facilely ( too! ) .

With nothing better to do - as it may sound absurd - he began to study the convexity of a girls range, assuming that some of the vertebrae would be desirable to correct ( occasionally very onpolzovalsyauslugami skillful kostoprava) . Mongoloid girl did its job, fiddling with something behind, tickling the ends flowing hair heels Joseph, covering his shoulder and neck with kisses, we reserve the moisture and cold.

By the way, the girls were the names: blonde named Barbie, metisku - Margo. " That fact, too, hiding behind a pseudonym - thought Joseph. - Interesting situation: all three of them under false names! . . They, too, aliases, because they, too, in its way, the arts, they are also working on the public and their names must be resonant.

In this field of art as well have their own mediocrity, his genius - the lot is pathetic, as the genius of their humble subject unconscious and not be imposed on the general public. If so, lets talk about art and genius of the milkmaids, they, it is true no aliases, but none the less. argument. Oh, please, enough! . . Enough is enough!

Enough nonsense! " - He pleaded for himself, struggling calling ejaculation, straining at the hips, covered with sweat, his eyes closed simulating an imaginary situation, where is he acts with his mother, proposed a twelve- year daughter, high school teacher inadvertently fallen asleep in the hall . . . After a brace Margo. He left her in his shorts, sticking them in a way that could be deployed to observe the anus clean and concise to wrinkles, trimmed with fine black setae, with a tender groin goose bumps - the point here birthmark - and, finally, a pale pink crevice, beyond which was already an illustrative anatomy, where everything was in expanded form, hung, like seafood, very large clitoris. He fuck her just like that - through the protruding on one side of the pants, held hook thumb. Margot, in contrast to the stolid Barbie, moaning, tossing his head and standing on all fours, scratching at the sheets, collecting them in the folds.

Silver wanted to come along with this exotic creature, and even something a few times wonderfully sweet and knocking at the very root of his trunk, but, to laugh, then run away. At the same time a member of it in the hot, moving the hole Margot once with two fingers - index and disgraceful. He felt the movement of its members - lumpy and hard, sensed his secret work. He got the idea otmasturbirovat directly into the vagina.

This was new. Anticipating a wild pleasure, long- awaited ejaculation, he immersed one after the other - the ring finger, little finger. Oddly, all four fingers will easily accommodate, covered with mucus. With his thumb turned out more difficult. He was like a bear in the folk crowded attics.

Nevertheless, he was there. Suzivshemu hand, Joseph was still a little more progress, covering member of a pinch. Truly, a womans vagina, as well as public opinion, able to stretch in all directions. The thumb of another hand holding the panties in the raised position, plunged into the anus.

By a strange whim of the body is all there already was wet. Smudge came almost to the base, when suddenly stumbled - literally pricked - on solid obstacle: it was tightly formed stools. " Shit, - stated Joseph - of course, shit.

In the morning we must defecate, dear Margo. Well, she did not defecate.

Well, did not happen. Well, no shit! " So what? " - He defended it. - And God with her, and with this its hard stools.

It was not repelled. He was not a novice. Not one of the rectum was investigated. It was unpleasant, but.

He explained that his lukewarm attitude to this fact is simple: we are all human beings. Meanwhile, the sperm is just about prepared to run on all seed duct; orgasm was close. In lust opacification reason Joseph wanted to elbow to dip both hands into a womans insides, get there before the heart itself, compress it in his fist, bringing both himself and her inexplicable, total ecstasy. He had long noticed how Margo is beating his head on the bed, trying to escape and re- fed back. But he clearly heard her poluston- polurychane, whom she embarrassed herself, and the words spoken excitedly: " P- p- pozhzhaluyssta ! ! . . " This sharply shifted the consciousness of Joseph: before all that he thought that the partner brings incredible joy, but then - suddenly he was horrified, bewildered, he found a suitable case arguments: " Shut up.

And endure the pain. I weep for all - mentally he turned to prostitutes . - And if I weep, you have the right. The customer is always right! " . . In this one I turn? " - once asked himself. - You become primitive, animal! Worse!

Much worse! . .

Mom, Mom!

Up which I myself brought? " - He was ready to weep - not stopping meanwhile automatic frictions - as he suddenly realized that this is a hangover leads to a dark labyrinth, cast into delirium. Nausea impulses came to his throat. And Margo shouted: " Ah- ah . . Ah! " - While pohihikivaya hysterically: it was her orgasm.

It turns out that all this time she really got a great pleasure, which is outwardly manifested in the form of her suffering. " What a bitch! " What a hypocritical whore! " - Remained dissatisfied with it - to the atrocities - Joseph, whom she surprised a ejaculation. Barbie in the next bed lay back on the mating and poorly represented the fact that she was asleep. Apparently choked her jealousy, as she too left without an orgasm.

Toilet and bath were combined. Joseph Silver was looking at myself in the mirror ellipse, and saw that his body like ants, consisting as it were, from individual beads: largest ball - the pelvis and abdomen, the middle one - the chest and shoulders, and very small - the head, and to them - thin, redkovlasye paws. Truly, had to praise the current tradition, modern suits that allow busy lyudyamprenebregat physical form. Silver face was tanned, but not under the sun, he took it a tan - it was the result of frequent and extravagant orgies.

His hair was bleached to the color of milk. Somewhere I even combined its not bad - tan face and white hair ( although it was artificially) .

He was careful not to make any sudden head movement, straddled the toilet. It is fundamentally not pohmelyalsya, fearing to become an alcoholic, so endured the inevitable pain. " Pushing out his servant to drop.

Nothing is left - he kept saying, shit with an effort - an interesting relationship. Whats next? " How much more do I need to get distortions to open a proper way? To divine ( I repeat: the " divine" ) to ejaculate " . .

But the biggest distortion would, in my opinion, to offer his hand to her heart. Ha- ha! " . . Indeed! " Thats how it happens: she ( the most notorious Margo) all in white, with a white veil, and I - like Dracula - a tuxedo and a cane. And then: innocent kiss with closed lips, a romantic relationship - and love, love and tears, and snot, damn it! " . .

And after - coitus. coitus killing! " And all over again ( no doubt that the so- called chastity is one of the many forms of passion, more subtle, sophisticated, not without a certain pragmatism) . . Here he goes! Here they are, new ways of mankind! clever! on you, the Nobel Prize, received. Thank you. " Yes, yes .

It is necessary to heal: abstinence, diet, rest. " Out of habit, getting up, he looked into the toilet bowl and washed away all the noisy cascade. " This brutal time destroys everything, as streams of water from the toilet tank toilet, " - he thought. He suddenly felt terribly sad and sorry for everyone and everything with him. His nervous system was ill, and he felt like three hundred crows, tired of living . . .

One evening I was fulfilling her family duties went to get out in the stables. Then I remembered porn stories, which are very fond of reading in the evening, I leaned over to a member of the horse and began to massage it. The gun colt quickly took combat readiness and increased to enormous size. By the time I was still tselkoy.

Mne did not want to lose virginity to some horse, but fate had its own way, touched his horses hoof with a bucket of manure, I bent down to tie it all into place and suddenly felt a terrible pain in the anus . The horse was unceremoniously put his dick in my ass and started to push him into the depths of my bowels. I screamed in pain, but nobody could hear me, everyone was visiting my aunt. The horse continued to thrust his cock with great pressure, I tried to escape, but a member so deeply was sitting on my ass, that nothing happened. His eyes darkened, I lost consciousness.

Stallion shamelessly fucked me several hours, during this time I then lost consciousness, then again ochukhivayemsya. Finally, after about two hours of terrible agony, a member of the horse began to decline. At the first opportunity I have tried to escape, but his strength had left me, all the clothes, the hay was in the blood. I again lost consciousness.

As luck would have parents decided to stay with his aunt. I just lay there with a member of the horse in the anus, sex night. Around three oclock he again decided to play with my points.

Torture began.

This lasted about an hour. Then before dinner, horse . . . . . n me more than five times. Since then I have only anal sex, and only with people

Once, returning from work, I got stuck in an elevator with a young man. Ive never been afraid to ride with people, but this time I was scared, but did not try to show it. He had long looked at me and suddenly started to approach me. Suddenly, I felt that someones hand begins to crawl under my skirt and touching my thong ( Suddenly turning off the lights) , after the hand started to shoot them and touch me, I take pleasure.

Suddenly a man pushed his finger into her vagina and started moving. I groaned somewhere about 15 minutes, and then a guy approached me and began to take off my clothes and I like for the team was pulling his clothes. Soon we were completely naked and the guy started to love to me, and then started fucking me and having fun. I moaned and stonala.

Vdrug he jumped up and grabbed me by the hair and ordered me to lick his penis. Then I gave him a blowjob. When I sat down on him with her ass and started moving with all his strength. He groaned as the cut.

Shortly after the process of copulation, we got dressed and met.

He was the boss of one company. Soon as we got off the elevator, I asked him for a cup of coffee. And he soglasilsya.

2Kogda we entered, I went to the kitchen to prepare tea, and he went into the bathroom. When he went into the kitchen, I was almost naked with a vibrator in her vaginal opening. Then he went up ( by way of removing his trousers and underpants) , he stuck his penis in my anus and began to move.

Suddenly he threw all the dishes and put his hands on the vibrator and pressed it. I screamed, I was pleased to feel that I included as much as 2 members. While the vibrator was moving in me with great force, that I enjoyed only by members. Suddenly it is over?

2il at me from behind and I fell accidentally on the table and a vibrator with all the force stared at me. He pulled it out and started to fuck me 40 minutes. After we went to the bathroom, where he poured a bath, we flopped into it, and he continued to fuck, and then make love and gave me a lake. Soon, he put his corn pod in my vagina and brought me into the bedroom spalnyu.

3V he wiped me and tied, and said that I screamed, and he satisfied me. After an hour of hot sex, he asked to call to some neighbor. I called a neighbor to the top, and he agreed to come. I discovered Peter in a white robe with a white bloom. Bathrobe was almost transparent and Peter almost fell.

I grabbed him and pushed him into the apartment. And we made love right in the hallway.

Then we went into the bedroom.

When we entered the bedroom, I lit up a lot of cameras. Suddenly Edick came to me and licked the tip of my ear and whispered that she wanted to do grupovuhoy and record everything on video camera. Soglasilas. 4Petr I hugged my waist and threw me on the bed.

I gave myself to him with pleasure.

He did with me what he wanted. He kissed me, and then moved on to heavy artillery. Edick everything down when I was distracted from Peter, I saw that Edik flow mouth. He pounced on me, and we continued and continued.

Soon I fell asleep. I woke up that something was dripping on me. When I opened my eyes, I saw Peter dripped on my apple juice. I am very happy and hugged him.

Then again, he undressed, and we repeat our sexy opyt. Kogda I said goodbye to him, then began to cry and went to work.

Hello everyone. My name is Veronica, I live in Moscow. I have a fairly dramatic appearance . . Probably = ) ) .

A slender figure, soft tanned skin, beautiful breasts of medium size, elegant nose, big bright green eyes and dark red hair to her shoulders.

I cannot do with myself. I can not build relationships with guys and it all ends immediately after the first sex on the first date . .

Girls like me a lot and they are commonly called mutt. I am well aware that this is bad, but I can not help myself . . Maybe when I was not so, but all began to happen after that incident that happened to me in my youth . . Outside it was spring. The sun shone through the windows and all around rejoice heat.

I lived then with her mother and older sister Mashka 15 floor 16 floor house on the outskirts of Moscow and in the evenings when the sun began to go out the window of my room beautiful view. I loved to sit on the windowsill and dream . . Or something to read, so that no one would have bothered . .

On that memorable day with his mother Mary had gone to the house and I stayed mistress apartment. Finally something. I took the book and climbed on his favorite wide sill immersed in reading. I do not know how much time has passed, but the window began to get dark . . Then the doorbell rang.

Strange . . I kind of waits for no one.

I went to the door and looked through the peephole. Behind the door stood Kostya guy with whom sort of met Mary and some of his friend.

I calmed down opened the door. - Hey hello . . But Masha is not at home . . - How well are not at home?

We are going to fucking Tipo fun today. He smelt of pregarom and then. eyes were widened, but in general the course was under chea. F2o stronger beer . . I was not myself and I began to leave. - It is not, Neeta.

It is in the country.

Would you like to call her. Bye.

I tried to close the door but he effortlessly held her back. Pereglanuvshis other Kostya nasty grin bared yellow teeth. And pushing open the door said - Oh, no. We decided to have fun and we have fun. - Well lads entertained elsewhere.

I tried it pushing off on the stairs but he suddenly pushed me. I wondered where did freak obebanogo such force. A friend, whose name I did not remember too went into the apartment and turned the key in the door into his pocket.

I screamed. But they only laughed. - Are you sure you want to call for assistance conditional, baby? he asked wryly smiling one. Another took a long, sharp knife . . - Ch. What you need? . . stuttering I asked. - Beauty, we need you . . You were always my cheerleader . .

Such a smart chick. Pokruche his sisters going . . He dragged me into the room and knocked on the bed. I was thinking stupidly. Although it is felt that that tobudet.

Something very bad . . - So you want? - Do not you understand? - No . . . - Undress female. - Chchto? ? - I said take off your clothes. He approached me and started to unbutton my jeans . . Again I cried, and tried to push him.

But what I could do. He continued. Then I was forcefully struck him with his feet in the chest.

Kostya fell and hit his head on the cupboard. The blow apparently was too strong . . A friend of his at the same time struck me swinging his fist in the face. Kostya rose. he is no longer laughing. Without warning, he took me by the hair.

I threw on the floor and then kicked him. Several severe shocks occurred in the stomach, in the face . . I cried. But he beat and beat. . . I lost consciousness. .

When I woke up then realized that Im lying.

I am bound hand and feet . . Then I heard a fact that I was lying completely naked. I was very embarrassed and I tried to hide behind. Then I remembered what happened and looked around.

Lifting his head, realized that Kostya is standing right in front of me. It is without pants and grinning. I wanted to scream but I realized that I can not say a word. My mouth was sealed with my same tape from my own table.

I looked with horror at her sisters boyfriend. His head was spinning zhudko and I hardly knew. - Well, what a bitch, changed her mind? He otleil tape and podoshol close to me . . - Saucy. - What? - I said take it in your mouth and suck. - For anything, Id rather die. - Well it can be corrected. He again began to beat. I screamed, but he advised to shut up and said so - You shut up bitch.

Are you going to do everything I tell you.

Otherwise it is nothing here for you to score before his death. And you can not try, do not yell. No neighbors at home. I understand the futility of my situation, but stubbornly refused to yield, then he grabbed me by the hair and began beating on the table face, and one kicked me down. from the pain I have spark from the voice fell.

I begged them to stop, but they did not stop. Finally they stopped and he asked - Youll be a good girl? Hmmm? ll listen? I could only that the nod . . what else ostavalos. - thats umnichka girl.

Just like that. He sat on the bed mnya and spread my legs as far as possible to the rope. He put his hand into my pussy . .

And a friend said neigh- O, overcame it still virgin . . - But at nothing. We are the quick fix. I cried and begged not to touch me. But they did not listen. Kostya set me on my knees and forced to take by mouth to his penis.

He was thick, long. Just a giant. He completely did not fit in my mouth. - Saucy, like candy. he commanded. I remembered how when something was sucking Chupa Chups and clumsily began to lick it. - Take away the teeth, lips Work. I tried as best I could, and soon became good at it . .

He abruptly pushed my head and his cock fully entered into my mouth and climbed straight into the throat. I thought that my tiny little mouth is now broken. Finally at the end there be a white liquid.

I wanted to step aside, but he did not.

Swallow it, bitch swallow he yelled. I gulped, but just barely swallowed it.

It was not a pleasant taste . . some salt . . He finished.

I fell to the floor and lay coughing. But thats all daaaleko not ended.

I found it again with another. I was breathless. - Guys, well enough please . . Lord, my bad! Well at least let the water! - ahahaha water? wanted to drink, nipple? And do not you know that urine- best drink? he again took me by the hair and shoved me into a member of the very throat and began sssat.

I tried to spit it out, but shouted for me to swallow.

In the end, I blevanula.

But he did not spare me . . - Female sex with his own vomit Eat! He hit me in the stomach and directly face dipped in a puddle my own vomit. I will never forget the humiliation he experienced. Forced to eat everything . .

Then they made me cancer.

I do not know what I have to, and dreaded his fate . .

Approached his friend.

Parted my legs so my butt was at the very sight. Several times, spat on my hole and rubbed.

Then put back one finger and slowly began to move them. was very unpleasant . . Then he slowly put his second . . Everything seemed not so bad . . About drew his fingers. Ive been calmed down . .

How dramatically my pussy pierced terrible pain . .

He stuck his member a thick there. then pulled out . . and re- insert. The pain was terrible. He moved to the rear and forward. Finally it became a little easier.

Suddenly. Kostya came up and a little more spread out my buttocks.

A friend moved a little and he also became a shove his dick in my pussy! it totally does not fit that one member of each other . . And here are two. I sobbed and cried out in pain. But they did not care. Then slowly he began to climb . .

Two, two whole huge members tried to move my ass. It was so awful.

I started to lose consciousness from the pain. They finally finished . . They roughly pulled its members out of me. Sperm ran round to my pope. My more recently a tiny hole was huge, there could shove something huge . .

What they did. They stuck me back a beer bottle.

And they laugh.

Then forced to chew over feces and semen from the members. . .

When finally they got tired to play with my pussy, and members . . .

It is as much in winter, the 72m, in Novosibirsk. At that time I had a girlfriend - a swallow- kosulechka, wonderful in all respects - ladnenkaya, affectionate, comfortable and feminine in a rarity, and most importantly - make even the long view. Once we had nagostilis and came to the platform waiting for the others. I pressed it into a corner - and lets kiss.

Young was so drunk and carried away a bit, a couple of times on the neck, walked, suddenly she pushed me and whispers: - Well, now I wet to cold to go?

A Dubec something in the yard was pretty much where the line and go. Before we reached the stop, and then I sat down in the snow - a shop- a colder - pushed the hem of her coat between the legs front and wrapped envelope, like a baby to cover her female cases, planted on his knees, clasped his coat and pressed it more firmly. She told me - his hands in his bosom, his nose - in the collar and quiet. And I had thick fur mittens, so I heated one armpit. When the trolley drove, I had this glove stuck between her legs: - Hold on!

We rode the same arm in arm, she nourished, but something was still silent, but when went home, turned on me with his fists so evil so tan and crying, barely pacified. - What are you doing? - Do you think it was easy to keep your mitten? Shes like a hand! Do you love me still shaking.

So try to understand these women, when they are well, and when not.

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- Bijvoorbeeld: u wil een blog maken met een reisverslag. U kan een bericht aanmaken per dag van uw reis. Zo kan u in de titel opgeven over welke dag u het gaat hebben, en in het bericht plaatst u dan het verslag van die dag. Zo komen alle berichten onder elkaar te staan, netjes gescheiden per dag. U kan dus op éénzelfde dag meerdere berichten ingeven van uw reisverslag.
- Bijvoorbeeld: u wil een blog maken met tips op. Dan maakt u telkens u een tip heeft een nieuw bericht aan. In de titel zet u waarover uw tip zal gaan. In het bericht geeft u dan de hele tip in. Probeer zo op regelmatige basis nieuwe tips toe te voegen, zodat bezoekers telkens terug komen naar uw blog. Probeer bvb. 1 keer per dag, of 2 keer per week een nieuwe tip zo toe te voegen. Indien u heel enthousiast bent, kan u natuurlijk ook meerdere tips op een dag ingeven. Let er dan op dat het meest duidelijk is indien u pér tip een nieuw bericht aanmaakt. Zo kan u dus bvb. wel 20 berichten aanmaken op een dag indien u 20 tips heeft voor uw bezoekers.
- Bijvoorbeeld: u wil een blog maken dat uw activiteiten weerspiegelt. U bent bvb. actief in een bedrijf, vereniging of organisatie en maakt elke dag wel eens iets mee. Dan kan je al deze belevenissen op uw blog plaatsen. Het komt dan neer op een soort van dagboek. Dan kan u dagelijks, of eventueel meerdere keren per dag, een bericht plaatsen op uw blog om uw belevenissen te vertellen. Geef een titel op dat zeer kort uw belevenis beschrijft en typ daarna alles in wat u maar wenst in het bericht. Zo kunnen bezoekers dagelijks of meermaals per dag terugkomen naar uw blog om uw laatste belevenissen te lezen.
- Bijvoorbeeld: u wil een blog maken uw hobby. U kan dan op regelmatige basis, bvb. dagelijks, een bericht toevoegen op uw blog over uw hobby. Dit kan gaan dat u vandaag een nieuwe postzegel bij uw verzameling heeft, een nieuwe bierkaart, een grote vis heeft gevangen, enz. Vertel erover en misschien kan je er zelfs een foto bij plaatsen. Zo kunnen anderen die ook dezelfde hobby hebben dagelijks mee lezen. Als u bvb. zeer actief bent in uw hobby, kan u dagelijks uiteraard meerdere berichtjes plaatsen, met bvb. de laatste nieuwtjes. Zo trek je veel bezoekers aan.

WAT ZIJN DIE "REACTIES"?
Een bezoeker kan op een bericht van u een reactie plaatsen. Een bezoeker kan dus zelf géén bericht plaatsen op uw blog zelf, wel een reactie. Het verschil is dat de reactie niet komt op de beginpagina, maar enkel bij een bericht hoort. Het is dus zo dat een reactie enkel gaat over een reactie bij een bericht. Indien u bvb. een gedicht heeft geschreven, kan een reactie van een bezoeker zijn dat deze het heel mooi vond. Of bvb. indien u plaatselijk nieuws brengt, kan een reactie van een bezoeker zijn dat deze nog iets meer over de feiten weet (bvb. exacte uur van het ongeval, het juiste locatie van het evenement,...). Of bvb. indien uw blog een dagboek is, kan men reageren op het bericht van die dag, zo kan men meeleven met u, u een vraag stellen, enz. Deze functie kan u uitschakelen via "Instellingen" indien u dit niet graag heeft.

WAT IS DE "WAARDERING"?
Een bezoeker kan een bepaald bericht een waardering geven. Dit is om aan te geven of men dit bericht goed vindt of niet. Het kan bvb. gaan over een bericht, hoe goed men dat vond. Het kan ook gaan over een ander bericht, bvb. een tip, die men wel of niet bruikbaar vond. Deze functie kan u uitschakelen via "Instellingen" indien u dit niet graag heeft.


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