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Transitioning From Windows to Linux Development?
truthsearch asks: "I've been a professional Visual Basic developer for 6 years, working on two and three tier systems and also web applications. Two years ago I tried Linux and went from being a fan of Windows to an aspiring developer of Linux (or at least Unix) applications. My company has just announced their complete acceptance of moving everyone to .NET and so I want to leave ASAP. I'm even willing to take a pay cut to leave Microsoft software development. So if I were to not contribute to OSS or take time off to get my masters (in CS of course), what's the best way to transition from professional Microsoft platform development to Linux? Are many companies hiring Microsoft developers with little Linux experience to assist in corporate migration? With online postings requiring 3-5 years Linux/C++/Java experience how's a Windows developer supposed to transition? Is my only solution to stick it out here while I contribute to OSS for the experience?"
I had to stop counting all the cold-call (or cold email) job offers i got from that to be a linux developer for some company or other. Of course, this was back in the go-go years, when companies spent millions of dollars on sock puppets, but i still get one or two job interview offers a month to be a "linux programmer."
Do you even lift?
These aren't the 'roids you're looking for.
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Christ, I love Greek! Women just don't seem to understand that a
man can find just as much pleasure in the warm confines of a well-
muscled ass as they can in the satin embrace of a well-wetted
cunt. Maybe we men have conditioned them too well to ignoring one
hole for the other: nonetheless, every man I've talked to about it
loves Greek and every woman who I've talked to about it has been
less than enthusiastic. So imagine my surprise last weekend when
Ophelia treated me to the joys of anal sex in what must be the
first time in five or six years.
The night started our strangely. Ophelia had just finished re-
arranging her large library and was exhausted. As suits my
biological clock, I was just coming awake at 10 PM when she was
turning in. She invited me to bed and I politely declined: I was
horny as usual and told her I'd keep her awake. After a couple of
more requests from her, I stripped and crawled in beside her.
Ophelia loves to snuggle and wasted no time in curling her small
body up next to mine. I turned and kissed her. She was oddly
responsive for her tired state, and teased me with a hint of
tongue in her kisses. I reached down to feel her muff and found
it just beginning to rev as her right hand slipped down her belly
to her clit.
I took up what has become my customary position between her legs -
kneeling and using my cock as a sex toy to tickle her lower labia
and the entrance to her cunt. But this time I let my aim wander
lower to the wonderful curve where ass, crotch, and leg meet. I
rubbed my cock against this soft crescent and expanded the stroke
to brush against the entrance to her ass. I noticed that every
time that my prick touched her rosebud, her strokes on her clit
quickened. It wasn't long before I was pressing the tip of my
cock against her asshole.
Surprise! My cock slipped easily into her ass until the entire
head was buried inside, and just as I was about to pull out and
apoligize, she handed me a bottle of sex lubricant and said "What
the fuck? Why not?". I pulled back and poured the lubricant on
my hard cock and noticed her pussy was swollen and very wet. I
worked my cock back into its previous nest. It was so easy. I
could feel her ass muscles relaxing and opening for me. I eased
ever so slowly deeper. Such heaven! Like a warm, wet hand
gripping all around my prick - so much tighter than pussy, and
delightful in an entirely different way. I could feel her hips
grind against me as I worked the last of my seven-plus inches into
her back door. Realizing where I was and how long it had been
since I'd known this pleasure, I had to fight to pull the reigns
in on my orgasm.
It seemed like forever - my slow rocking pulling my cock almost
full-length out of her ass before easing it back in until my balls
rested against her firm buns. Her right hand furiously massaged
her clit and her left hand played at the entrance of her cunt,
pressing on the full length of her labia. And all the while my
cock was enveloped in a firm net of gripping muscles that wrestled
to bring the cum from me. "It's so weird," she said as she
searched for the grip on her own orgasm. Suddenly, it was upon
her. I felt her ass open up like a mouth that was just to blow up
a ballon. "Are you close?" she hissed. "No," I grunted.
She was close, tho'. Too close to stop. I felt her stiffen and
lurch under me. "Uuhhhh! Come on you bastard! Fill my ass!" she
yelled as she dug her nails into my back. Amazing what a little
dirty talk will do - from that special nowhere where good men
hide their orgasms until their lovers are ready, my load bolted
from my crotch to my brain and back to my flushed balls. I
gripped the pillow with my teeth and jerked my neck back and forth
and tried not to deafen Ophelia when my cum blasted out of my cock
like water from a firehose. The rush of jism racing up my tube
seemed to last for stroke after stroke until sweaty Ophelia
gasped, grunted, and pushed me from on top of her. Since I have
a little anal experience myself, I knew the sudden discomfort of
having something in your ass after you've orgasmed. I
considerately slipped out of her despite not having finsihed my
own orgasm to my complete satisfaction.
I kissed her and thanked her for her special gift, but she pushed
me away. "Go wash off and fuck my pussy," she said " I feel like
something's undone." So after a quick and thourough shower, I
returned to the futon where her dripping, swollen twat waited for
my not-quite-recovered cock.
And that's another story...
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick, not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person. You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real- ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one night in New York City, late in the evening when I was doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my second round when a woman approached my table and asked if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know, flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc- tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find where she might be when I was pulled into a utility room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could feel the head of my dick going down her throat which was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow- jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She must have had a lot of experience, the way she played me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime. Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I can still remember the sound of her buttons flying around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration. On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began to climax her back arched up off the floor and she began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds, then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her. (After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now." She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes ever since.
I should have known better than to dare my friend Kara at anything. Least of all, something as totally depraved and raunchy as a snowball.... It was early summer, still early enough to not be intolerable, but hot and sticky enough that both our sundresses were clinging to our well-defined bodies, in a fine sweat. Kara had made pink lemonade, and we were in a picnic spot sipping away. Then, out of the blue, she asks me, "have you ever tried a snowball?" I nearly spit out my drink. Kara has never been one to mince words, but nevertheless I hadn't been expecting that.
"Well? Have you?" Kara was waiting expectantly for my answer.
"Well...I...no! Yeeeeeck! That's disgusting!" But my smile belied my curiosity and excitement.
"Why disgusting?" my friend demanded. "Don't tell me you've never had a guy cum in your mouth before!"
I couldn't tell her that....I'd had hundreds--quite a few of them with Kara present and sucking and fucking whomever she'd brought home for the night.
Instead, I said, "No...I mean....kissing another girl after...."
Kara only smiled evilly. I thought back to the time she'd walked into the bedroom and caught me masturbating on my bed. Nothing too embarrassing about that....except for the matter of exactly what I'd been fantasizing about as I frigged my sopping wet cunt. To this day I couldn't be entirely sure if she'd heard me calling out her name, as my fingers drove me to orgasm after beautiful orgasm....but if she had been anywhere in the apartment during the few minutes leading up to her catching me in the act, I couldn't see how she could have missed hearing it even if a jet plane were flying overhead!
Smiling, Kara asked me, "Does that mean you'd never kiss another woman? Even if she had a mouth full of delicious jism?"
"Never," I lied. "And even if I did....I'd never find someone who would do something that obscene."
"Hmmmm," Kara mused, running her finger along her bottom lip. "I might be prone to try something like that...."
"YOU?" I exclaimed, shocked. "You'd never do something like that."
"Dare me," Kara challenged.
"OK....I dare you!" I giggled, playing along.
Then Kara shocked the hell out of me by standing up and heading straight over to two guys who were playing catch with a football.
"Kara!" I hissed. "Hey...what...GET BACK HERE!" She looked back at me as if to say "you should know not to dare me..."
As she stood there, speaking with the two guys and flirting heavily (even from my vantage point, I could now distinctly see bulges in their shorts), I wished I could melt into the nearby trees. Even more so as she turned and began walking back toward me, holding hands with each of the guys. I felt so embarrassed! My face must have been bright red as Kara brought the two guys over.
She introduced me. "This is my friend, Terri." Maybe it was just my imagination, but I could have sworn she had put an odd emphasis on the word "friend". "Terri, this is.....ummmm...these...." Inspiration struck. "These are hard cocks for us to enjoy!" Not surprisingly, neither of the young guys objected to being classified as a walking sex object.
Kara had the guys sit on the picnic bench, and she quickly got both of them out of their shorts as i watched, a bit shocked at my friend's boldness. She guided me in front of the first guy, who was taller of the two and sandy-haired, gently but firmly pushing me to my knees in front of him.
"Terri, here, is gonna take good care of you. But," she warned, "you have to cum in my mouth. I need both of you to cum in my mouth." Then Kara took her own place in front of the other guy and began giving his hard prick a tongue bath. Then, I felt a hand on the back of my head, as my guy gently pulled me toward him. I opened wide and took him in...
We knelt there in our sundresses, our knees getting dirty as we slurped away at these magnificent hard cocks. Kara popped her man's meat out of her mouth for a moment, to murmur to the sandy-haired guy, "let me show you what my 'friend' likes..." She led me to the top of the picnic table where she arranged me on my back, slipping my sundress down so that it was bunched around my waist, my 36-D braless tits now fully exposed. Then she started playing with them! My nipples immediately got rock hard.
"Doesn't she have nice big firm titties?" Kara cooed. Sandy-haired muttered his agreement. "She just loooooooves having a hard cock between them and having them fucked," she whispered.
Sandy didn't need to be told twice. He quickly straddled my chest and plopped his meat between my boobs, and I pushed them together for him. I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, licking the tip of his cock every time it poked through my cleavage. As I got titty-fucked, I glanced over at Kara and was surprised to see her getting wildly fucked from behind!
Kara was all talk. "Come on, you hot cocks...I need your cum....I need it in my mouth....give it to me!" She directed me as well. "Terri... push those nice juicy tits together...tighter! Make him cum....!"
Kara's man announced that he was going to cum. He pulled out of her and turned around, taking a sitting position on top of the picnic table as her guy stood on the bench. Grabbing his shaft, she hastily jerked him off. With a gasp, he let go and fired spurt after spurt of his sticky cum into Kara's mouth. This proved to be too much for the fellow balling my breasts, who also announced that he was about to cum.
Kara grabbed his cock and pulled him toward her open mouth, and he situated himself standing on the bench next to his friend. The only problem was that his friend wasn't quite done filling Kara's mouth with his seed, and the first two spurts of sandy's cum went all over her cheek and in her hair. Then as the other man stepped aside, she opened her already cum-drenched mouth to take the rest of it. Finally the well was dry. But Kara's fun was just beginning. She opened her mouth to show me the treasure we'd harvested together; the white sticky jism was literally overflowing over her teeth and lips and dripping down her chin.
Then she drew me in and our lips locked.....
What seemed like a gallon of hot, sticky, creamy sperm gushed into my mouth. I swished the salty cream around my mouth then passed it back to her....then back to me again. this time, her tongue followed, and as our tongues met, I had the first of many orgasms for that afternoon.....
A man has been jailed for six months after a trainload of commuters saw him having sex with a goat.
Rob Malda, 26, of Holland, MI, pleaded guilty to one charge of buggery with an animal after the assault on the female goat in August last year.
Sentencing Malda, Judge Michael Mettyear described the incident as "bizarre and disgusting". Malda had a previous conviction for indecent assault against a six-year-old boy.
The judge expressed frustration at being unable to order that Malda be banned from working with children in the future, adding: "You have pleaded guilty to buggery with an animal, a goat. It was committed in open air with people about, with people who could see.
"You were acting in an indecent manner, indeed, there was an seven-year-old boy in a position to see, although he was protected by his grandfather," to which Malda expressed displeasure at not having molested the juvenile.
The court was earlier told how Malda had been returning from his sister/girlfriend's home on August 14 when the assault took place at the Sony Theatre.
A seven-year-old boy out walking with his grandfather had witnessed the attack together with a train-load of commuters on board a Holland Municipal bus that had stopped at nearby signals.
Malda was seen holding on to a belt that had been put around the nanny goat's neck with one hand, while masturbating with the other. He was then seen with his trousers around his ankles having "penetrative sexual intercourse" with the animal.
Forensic tests matched semen taken from Malda's clothing to that found at the scene and samples of the goat's hairs were also found in his underwear.
Reading from the pre-sentence report, Mr Mettyear said Malda had shown evidence of being "preoccupied with sex and linux", having "emotional instability" and problems maintaining relationships. It added that he targets "vulnerable" victims - "a child in the first instance and now an animal".