- Hi, Anya.

How are young? - Good. Why do not you call? - As usual, spun, ran. Besides, he did not know whether you want to continue with me acquaintance after that I worked with your mouth. - What are you doing? I wanted it anyway. - So I was just a tool? - No, well, why not?

You liked me, and besides, I had to pay tolls. - Laughing at the other end, Anya. - I would take you a gift. But I liked your gratitude.

If you want to have a ride - boldly ask. - Actually, Im on the subject and calling.

We are going with a girlfriend to me at the house and drag things on a do not want to.

So I thought: could you help us? - With pleasure. And where to go? - In Volokolamsk. - Hmm: neblizky way, but you refuse, I can not. When are we leaving? - Oh, thank you very much.

We are going tomorrow morning, but if you have otvezesh, then when you will be comfortable.

And: for we will not rust. - Even so? Youre not jealous?

Do you want to share me with my girlfriend. - Well, no: that is not jealous. But with my girlfriend, I did not say on this topic. I do not know whether she wants. - Calm down.

I was quite enough and your gratitude. Even without the sex. Such a beautiful girl and Ill take a simple thank you. Do not think that Im such a lecher. - Do not think that I no longer had anyone to turn to. Just I like you and besides I need to train the throat. - Then get ready.

Were leaving tonight. And you even did not tell her friend that we had?

I thought the girls are divided into such adventures. - Today?

Ok. And how much? No, not tell. I do not want to talk. Suddenly my guy would say. - Okay.

Will arrive today at seven oclock veyu 5ra. Be prepared. By evening we had a couple of times calls up. In Anyas friend had some urgent business, and it is not in what did not want to go, but in the end, Anya prevail upon her, and when the seven I got to her house they were waiting for me at the door. I immediately noticed that her friend Anna above her head and looks older.

Attracted the attention of her slender figure and long legs. The girl was glissirovannaya skirt to mid- thigh and the topic, hid a small but nonsensical chest.

Bra seen.

A pretty face with big brown eyes framed by shoulder- length black hair was a bit like a person a friend. At Anya was a pink shirt with a funny Bee and white shorts. - Good evening, girls. - Hi, this is Vicky. - Submitted girlfriend Anya. - Vic, its glory. - Welcome - Victoria looked a bit gloomy, but nevertheless smiled at me in response. - Glad to get acquainted.

Hop. - I said, putting the things the girls in the trunk. Anya jumped into the front seat leaving no choice of Vick, the one located behind and off we went. Seeing that Victoria is not in the mood, Im not trying to connect it to the conversation, talking with Anya on general topics: movies, music.

Knowing that Vic does not know our relationship, I struck up a conversation on intimate subjects, but at some point become caught in the rearview mirror the views of stakeholders, who threw at me, the eldest of the passengers. - Vic, why are you so gloomy?

Indeed, as I understood, eat rest. - We interview her today foiled - a stage whisper soobschila Anya, not giving Vick time to reply. - And what do not you tell me? If I knew that these things, and tomorrow could be sent. Excuse me, Vicky. - Oh, and do not apologize for that, - she answered, but judging by the tone of the apology was for. That said Anya and giggled. - Vic older than me for a couple of years. They are all grown- up - she told me, laughing, for he immediately shlopotala from friend on top. - Then you should say so more than me - I chided Anya. - You eat a couple of weeks, do not think of a friend. - Nothing, it pereryvchik not hurt, and even so the last few days went with red eyes and kept trying to fall asleep standing up. - She was silent would! - No longer able to stay out of Vic. - I do not know what kind of guy were lucky, and how do you know him!

I looked in the mirror and met her gaze. Realizing that blunder too much, Vicky embarrassed and blushed.

And Anya, on the contrary as if waiting for this conversation, turned to her. - And I do not hide!

I unlike you do not dwell on his.

I am a young girl and I want to expand their horizons, and not as you are with her all night in a missionary!

Apparently it was adjourned and the girls continued to squabble, not paying attention to me.

I felt a little out of sorts, but learned a lot of interesting information, like what Vic for a year was not a virgin and all this time, meets a guy, but her sex life is very stingy with the experiments. It was also interesting to learn that Anna has sucked away by the whole school and she virgin in name only.

Last so withdrew from Anya herself that she was ready to pounce on her friend, but stopped and stared at the road.

However, I decided to intervene, and, parked at the curb, turned to the girls. - Do not want to interfere, but I could not help was the cause of the conflict.

Vic, we can still come back and you stay home. Your stuff Ill take, but tomorrow you can get quite herself. If you want me you can even take tomorrow. You calmly go on a date, and Anya and things will meet you tomorrow at the cottage.

And I do not like that you start to quarrel with a joint vacation. How is it that you are friends, but talk about each other such nastiness? - Do not pay any attention. We constantly bicker so - to try to correct the situation, Anya. - But what I would not say I love this vredinu. She told me as a sister. Forgive me please, - she turned to Vick. - You know that Im not out of malice. - Come on, Im used to, youre so hot- tempered, - she smiled at her in response to Vicky. - I love you too. - She leaned over and kissed Anya in cheek, then turned to me. - Our mom just friends with the institute and we are really like sisters.

Grew up together. - Especially bad as each others diarrhea - I said. - Especially strangers. - Oh, well, what are you stranger - Anna laughed, paying no attention to the impish chuckle Wiki. - Youre my guy. - Well, Im your guy, but the situation we are not allowed. Vicky did not get a date. - Yes, nothing wrong - she said. - All the same part that today, tomorrow. Simple: So lets go. Two weeks is not time. - And how you only parents let go on all night? - I asked, vyrulivaya on the road and gas gathering. - One the other end of Moscow with a friend spending the night, the other a boyfriend.

I would be worried for my daughter. - Why worry? Im seventeen and parents know about our relationship with Igor, - said Vicky. - But how Anka can ask for leave from her mom, Im the life of me can not imagine. She she is very strict. - Strict but fair, - " Anya said. - She knows that I am not able to stupidity.

I chuckled and she immediately glanced at me. However, I smiled at her and she calmed down. - But do not afraid to let go of some, such as now, to the country? - I asked. - A sudden attack anyone, or else its awful.

( I called this story " Metamorphosis, " but my friends that I gave him to read before posting poprovokatsionney advised to choose a name, so I changed it to the present. This story was autobiographical, so apologize in advance for what it omitted many details. But I am no one could hide, and I can be found at: I was left alone. The house was empty and felt a little sad.

Its good. Another week I lived on inertia former life. The familiar routine, but free time was significantly longer, and most importantly was neochem think. I nebylo anyone even to quarrel, and came over to me a terrible bore.

I was a long, terribly long evenings, sipping wine and staring at me in the TV picture. And so it went until I bore down is not dream.

Well, here was one more night. How many of them before? Boredom drove me mad.

I needed something than to do, but what?

And held a succession of gray my days.

But finally, Im sick of it all. Well, if Im one too, you have to learn to live alone. But how to learn this in our small town, where there is absolutely nothing? What is to do with themselves than the habitual glasses?

So I decided to look for a hobby in the vast global network. It seemed to me that really there is just something interesting. But my first introduction to tell the truth, razacharovalo.

Of course, it was not the first in a strict sense. I used an Internet at work, but the scope of use does not extend beyond e- mail, directories, and sometimes amusing photos and collages which my colleagues have demonstrated.

Now I was left to itself and start the search. I did not know what are looking for. Follow the link to the various forums, but could not find there is nothing particularly interesting.

Perhaps even more likely, I was looking bad, but my interest in the Internet quickly extinguished. It all started again. The same glass in hand, but instead of the TV monitor, thats all the difference.I tried to communicate, but since I have even nebylo interests communicate quickly enough.

All this talk " about the weather" rather tired and not amused.

I read about the cuisine, travel, home of plants and animals.

I even tried to be interested in these topics, but they could not fill all the void formed inside, and quickly become boring. So, gradually, I began to read only the stories and view funny pictures. All this went on until, until one day I missed the mouse and click a link to a porn site then. As far as I understood it was a store commercials. I was about to close it, but was delayed.

My attention was drawn not so much the picture, how many labels to them. They clearly wrote what is preoccupied, and read them was pretty funny.

After reading everything I decided to search more then anything like that. But here I was waiting for frustrations. It turned out that all these phrases are similar to each other like twins. And possibly have a single source, because now and then I come across the same.

Lost interest in the inscriptions, I began looking at the pictures that accompany them. But the images were small and I decided to find something bigger. So I first went to the site and a catalog porn. Everything was broken into categories and types ( pictures or short videos) .

Needless to say that I immediately looked to the " boys. " And almost immediately opened picture the handsome young man with an erect penis impressive size. Do not tell me that it has initiated, or the more shocking.

I had seen pornography, let alone members seen enough in life.

But at least I do not have any desire to immediately close the page and look for that any more interesting. I continued to treat the young stallions. Some simply posed, and some were busy masturbating, and in these cases, sometimes at the end were pictures of drops of sperm on their luxury muscular bodies. I was quite happy with the show.

Apparently I have found, finally, what I might be interested. True felt like a complete fool. After the solution was obvious. So always answer with the objectives for which began izvesten. A why not?

Because this topic is of interest to all and no need of a mental effort to appreciate its appeal. The next day I once again climbed to the Internet.

The truth now I know what I will watch. I again went to the site, and once again began to consider these Apollo.

Solid relief muscles, elastic ass, big cocks. Yeah, Id be happy was with them in bed! I wanted to look at their members in and I opened the pictures on which was depicted the actual sex. Some of them I really did not like.

Beautiful actors, stylish interiors, but poses were so uncomfortable that evoked sympathy for the unfortunate model.

Apparently the creators more focused on beauty, or simply never had sex. Others on the contrary, though they were filmed in a fairly ordinary circumstances, but varied much more natural.

I prefer to consider it their. And there was something to see! But although it sounds strange, I never experienced when viewing these photos of sexual desires. It was the most interesting tourist in an unfamiliar country.

I like discovering a new world, until recently hidden from my eyes. And I will not hide, this new world is causing me great interest. After all, I have never nebylo anything like that.

Ive never been with two men at once, has never been with a woman, even one, never tried anal.

I have only a few times sucking dick, but in other cases I had only the most common vaginal sex, and poses no different variety. So the first porn fueled in me not so much a passion as a curiosity.

But, of course, I long to be just curious visitor. Fantasy, finally got the food started to work furiously. Masturbating, I imagined myself a party to those orgies that I saw, and lively imagination painted the picture one indecent and seductive another. I looked at all the new foto.

Teper I have not waited for sleep in the bed and masturbated right during the show. Suddenly for me the most in me huffed a perfect storm of desires. Now I knew exactly what I want and what is my main passion. But it was only the first step. After all, dreaming is one thing, the dream a reality is another.

I had to change. Probably did not even change a habit to give up his past life. I smiled at these thoughts. " Well, it Alka, act, " I said to myself, and went into the bathroom. I do not know why I came up with this idea, but I decided that taking a shower will cleanse the old self and finding myself as it were updated. Entering the bathroom I found myself on the fact that she locked the door.

I laughed at this absurdity, which has become so habitual gesture. From whom I locked in an empty house?

I opened the door. More I can not hide from anyone. Enough to draw the curtain spray did not fly to the floor. Thats it. I took a shower trying to imagine what will come of my venture, I thought about that before I undressed in the bathroom only.

Even in bed I almost never been completely naked. When I slept with her husband, she was in a nightie, and lovers rarely given the trouble to strip me completely. They are usually only enough to pull off with my panties and bra undone.

I decided not to dress at home, certainly if it is warm enough. I dried herself dry, and crossed the threshold of the bathroom, took his first step toward a new life.

It was a rather unusual feeling. I thought that I was just about who youll see in the first second I was pretty uncomfortable.

But I waved a hand at it, went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. I could feel the movement of air in their feverish, slightly damp skin after showering. I do not know why, but this sensation and the consciousness that I am absolutely naked excited me. Putting the kettle, I went into a room where there was a large mirror, and began to consider myself wondering what my chances of becoming the object of sexual desire.

Maybe that sounds arrogant, but I was pleased with the inspection. Of course Im no longer a girl, but yet still nothing. Person, despite the wrinkles, even well preserved beauty, and the body looked bad. Large breasts, which is so like men, not too limp, and retained enough elasticity.

Stomach also does not hang, and ass so bad. And although I do not thin persons, but also a complete I will not name. Of course the figure is not perfect, but in 40 years, I think you can not afford to be a supermodel.

Yes, and compete for the title of " Miss ( or rather Mrs) Universe" Im not going. Enough to my body caused desire, and, judging by the views that are thrown at me, it will deal with it.

After the inspection, I brewed coffee, sat down and began to think that I need yet. For a long time to think I did not have.

I saw a lot of porn where the girls take in their ass pretty respectable members, and my ass was a virgin. I began to seek advice on anal sex, but they were very contradictory. Then I decided to try what it is yourself. After visiting the site of a sex shop goes online, I ordered a few different vibrators and lubricants. One was bad, I had to wait long before they arrive.

Im all worn out from impatience until, finally, did not receive a welcome package. After reading the instructions that were in containers with grease, I spent the first experience. I decided not to hurry so as not to hurt yourself something. Took the slimmest immitator representing a chain of small balls nanizanyh on a thin stick I lavishly smeared him, and put yourself in the ass. Feelings were very unusual and very much like crap, but painful or unpleasant nebylo and I left him inside and began to masturbate.

I quickly brought myself to orgasm, I liked the finish and feel that something is sticking to the pope, so that the deprivation of virginity ass I felt successful. Do not dwell on how I have gradually trained to ass to take quite a thick vibrator. Although it was somewhat comical incident. But in the end I was now ready for anal.

So, I changed, and it was left to be small. It was necessary to begin to lead a life, what I wanted.

But it was not easy. Life does not want me and I still spent his evenings in front of the monitor looking at others.

The truth now I have vibrators, but I wanted something real sex with real live people. This lasted until the next trip.

I have already started to go crazy from unsatisfied desire. I was ready to pounce on any counter, but at the last moment passed his eyes.

And so I came to town " H" . In general, the company takes a fairly decent number, but I usually refuse them and rented a hotel room cheaper, thus increasing their income. So I did and at this time. I rented a room in which a shabby " hotel" , the only merit of which was that he was not far from the station. " The official part of the visit" went pretty quickly and I was left to itself. I had to spend in one day, as tickets for the next train was not there.

After wandering around town and had supper, I returned to my room and began to ponder what to do before going to sleep and something to dedicate the next day.

However, what I want to do before going to bed, I am well represented. But heres how it be done? Because I did not know anyone in town, and if they know me that call and say, " Come quickly, I want to fuck?

So I was sitting in a room until I came up with a very simple idea. I at first just taken aback. And then, buried in the pillow and began to laugh like crazy. " Alka, well, what do you fool! " You got in this town nobody knows! " Well aware of five people, but they do not count.

You can do anything! " You can go out and offer themselves to every comer. Most probably will pass by accelerating the move, but then you do not need a majority.

You need only one or two, or three . . . but not hundreds of the same. So what are you waiting for? " Otsmeyavshis I took a deep breath.

And really, what I expect? The one who will make the first move? But it will end, at best, have sex " in a hurry with screwy knight who besides erection problems.

Im already really not a girl. Young men even though they want me, but Im by your eyes what they want, they do not dare to approach me. After all, I have over 40, and I fit them in the mother.

So what if I did not push herself in front of them legs, Ill have to settle for aging ladies man, and they prefer young. All these thoughts flashed through my mind, and I realized that it must act in itself. I frantically thought what to do, and decided to start walking naked down the hallway.

I do not know why I came up with is this idea that maybe I woke up in an exhibitionist, but nothing like I had not thought of. I undressed, leaving out of clothing only high heels. Little resemblance to the number to get used to, because Im the first section is not in his house. Smoke a cigarette trying to calm the excitement, but to no avail. She took a cigarette, looking at myself in the mirror why then straightened her hair, and waited in the hallway when all was quiet, opened the door and stepped into the abyss as the outside.

In the first few seconds of stunned me as if I even blinked. But suppressed emotion opened her eyes and looked around.

The corridor was empty. I caught his breath as if from running and went to lestnitse. Ona was at the very end, behind the opening and there was a smoking room, apparently for those who lived in a room with non- smokers, or simply wish to speak in privacy.

In general " sympathy Boxing" is a strong word. Just a dusty box with a low and wide window sills, on which stood a large bank, half- filled with cigarette butts.

On this window sill and I sat down trying to light a cigarette, fumbling fingers. Protracted and calmed down a little, I wondered what to do next.

I was scared, and incredibly nice. So enjoy the kids doing something which is impossible. For a while it was quiet and I calmed down. I decided to just sit here naked and smoking, because they understand that I am so excited unable to more meaningful actions.

I put one foot on the sill showing yet non- existent audience, their most sacred place. And then there was the sound that I was waiting at the same time, and was afraid the sound of footsteps.

My first impulse was to throw himself into the room, but controlled himself remained seated. By the sound I realized that rises more than one pair of legs, and the differences voiced heels womens shoes.

Who goes there? I frantically wondered, but now, finally, to show those who previously gave themselves known only by their footsteps. An elderly couple, fairly well dressed, they even froze when he saw me. I understand them perfectly!

I introduced myself from the outside. Nude forty- year old woman sat on a windowsill by exposing their pussy!

This is not every day you see! However, to their credit, they quickly came to their senses and quickly proceeded to yourself. The woman just giggled.

I am the most indifferent kind of staring out the window. Me why it has added courage of their confusion. I felt much calmer. And here again there was the sound of steps.

At this time I was not in such a panic. Also woke fantasy initially crushed by fear.

I even began to represent himself with the couple in bed. I wonder what it is? But my thoughts went back to those who went up the stairs. Again, several pairs of legs, but this time it seems only men.

Voices like men! Well Well, look at what will now! And here they are, three guys.

One rather high, but other fit and strong in appearance. And most importantly the young! Maximum of 25, or even less. They also froze when he saw me, but have not added a step, but rather slow.

I looked at them like a rabbit on a boa.

Am I lucky? They looked at me with a grin, not to openly stared, but did not hide that look. " Hello, boys" - only able to say I did the best I was not able to come up. " Hello" , said one of them - not frozen. " And he chuckled. " Little" , " I said, " can pogreete? " . " So what? Pogreem? " Asked the gay guy with his pals. I froze in anticipation. " Can" replied the second. I like a mountain had fallen from his shoulders. " Come unto me" , I suggested, - " can and drink. " The high reached down and felt my chest. " Come on, " he said, I got off the sill, and we headed to my room.

I could not believe his luck. Are my dreams come true now? Immediately Three young guys!

Am I now going to own on- site porn actress whom I was so jealous! I was terribly excited.

Between the legs of the fire was burning lust and I was walking on cotton feet anticipating what is about to be. Already high paw my ass, I did not stay in debt, and stroked his tights in front, feeling like a member of the hand swells. So passed the last few meters as soon as we entered the room, I immediately fell to the floor, pulled her tights and panties with a tall guy and began to greedily suck his dick. He almost got up, and I enjoyed a delicious feast on his hard cock.

I sucked smacking and moaning with pleasure.

In a room lit candles in the bathroom are the bubbles of champagne and floating rose petals. We enjoyed bathing, our bodies are intertwined . . . In anticipation of ecstasy, I caress your lips, neck, chest . . . Then, washing water on each other, we wiped terry towels.

You upset me on the bed.

My nipples harden, you take gentle hemisphere with his strong hands. I feel your lips on his chest, abdomen, and then below . . . Your face is between my legs, and I feel like hot waves run through my body. I want this to continue indefinitely, I can not groan, I hog, I almost cried . . . But this sense of acute pleasure is rapidly decreasing.

I see your face in my juices. Im breathing hard, but you do not want to stop, and my head, yielding to your hands, turns in front of your body. I hesitantly embrace his mouth, but you imperiously guide my head forward, and I swallow it - but only halfway, so it is great. I feel like it moves in me, and he tightens . . . and the jet hits me right in the throat. I try to swallow everything, but it is beyond my strength, and your juices flowing on my chin and dripping onto his chest.

I am struggling with addiction, but you really can not stand it. You upset me on the back and include . . .

I cry out in pain and pushes you out of bed. All sex is over.

The first time is always lumpy, do not worry . . . - )

And then he grabbed hold of this cat? Specifically in the cat . . . It took all things, even that they had bought together, even a vase - Mothers gift for a month of living together . . . and he said nothing . . . . but when she reached for the fluffy lumps on the couch, he said, bitchy voice ( hence only did these tones? ) that, say, a cat bought with his money, and, therefore, is His property, and make this property from his apartment He categorically forbids her . . . A cat that she bought from an old woman . . . The old woman was dirty and unkempt.

Besides obviously drunk.

She stood at the bridge and grabbed passers hands. Some silently bolted, furtively wiping his hands on the clothes, some said the old woman a couple of affectionate, and she shied away from them myself.

For breast old woman clutching something small and alive.

They came to the bridge and bomzhiha looked expectantly at the young couple. Its dirty and cracked from a life hands sat a kitten. Small and thin.

He plaintively opened his pink mouth. She, naturally, turned to him . . . It was a sunny day, swam in pools of red and yellow leaves, and the sky was so unfathomable and bright blue, which happens only in late autumn. She opened the coat and gently pressed a little fluffy ball to his chest . . .

Her huge green eyes looked at him with such gratitude . . . Then they wandered through the town, sometimes stopping at a cafe or pizzeria, and, laughing, fed kitten doublet of hamburgers . . . .

The cat jumped down lightly from the windowsill and reached . . . she was quite unlike that little misunderstanding, which they brought back home on this memorable day. He stretched out his hand and pochesal. E5y behind the ear . . . The doorbell pulled him away from the memories.

He rose from his chair and was surprised to see that the cat is sitting near the door. She rarely went to the door . . . Only when he came home, she always waited for him in the hallway . . . He extended his hand to the castle, and a cat demanding butted his head. Pulling to the side tongue of the lock, he sat down on a cat.

The silence made him raise his head. She stood in the doorway . . . .

For many seconds he looked at her from the bottom up. I caught myself thinking that examines her face in that memorable evening. Memoirs, which he seemed to have survived, once again swept his soul.

Pause delayed. He nodded his head, inviting enter. " Why did she come? . .

Really? . . No, - he smiled bitterly - Deleted. " - What are you smiling? - Suddenly she asked loudly. He started, and . . . what a senseless, but at the same time, cute question . . . . . - Why did you come? - He asked quietly - Why do you ask? He got up abruptly. She recoiled.

Suddenly, tearing up this agonizingly long pause, breaking the silence on the small- small pieces, deafening squealed phone . . . They both started. Sharp movement he grabbed the receiver. In the tube was heard somewhere quiet voice.

The voice said the word fast, but his face reflected a weariness, and she noted with surprise that he has changed. Changed his manner of communication by telephone. - No, not now . . . In the tube could be heard high notes, and it seemed that he started. - Yes. All right.

Come. He hung up, he paused, looking at the phone. The light from the lamp falls on the wet asphalt, and this became even more chilly.

Mechanically he walked through the puddles. Raised collar does not protect from damp and some sticky autumn air. It is a pity that the phone rang. Perhaps she would have remained.

Although no. Brad. She would quietly came up behind him and with his shoulders, clung to all her slim body to his back.

And he turned to and took her face in his hands, gently touched his lips eyelashes, forehead.

A cat would sit in his chair and screwed up people its green eyes.

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- Bijvoorbeeld: u wil een blog maken met plaatselijk nieuws. Met uw eigen blog kan u zo zelfs journalist zijn. U kan op uw blog het plaatselijk nieuws vertellen. Telkens u iets nieuw hebt, plaats u een bericht: u geeft een titel op en typt wat u weet over het nieuws. Dit kan zijn over een feest in de buurt, een verkeersongeval in de streek, een nieuwe baan die men gaat aanleggen, een nieuwe regeling, verkiezingen, een staking, een nieuwe winkel, enz. Afhankelijk van het nieuws plaatst u iedere keer een nieuw bericht. Indien u veel nieuws heeft, kan u zo dagelijks vele berichten plaatsen met wat u te weten bent gekomen over uw regio. Zorg ervoor dat u telkens een nieuw bericht ingeeft per onderwerp, en niet zaken samen plaatst. Indien u wat minder nieuws kan bijeen sprokkelen is uiteraard 1 bericht per dag of 2 berichten per week ook goed. Probeer op een regelmatige basis een berichtje te plaatsen, zo komen uw bezoekers telkens terug.
- 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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