My Night With Jenna B.

By The 'Cunnilingus Cowboy' | Special to The Sun

So over the past three years of “sex” columnists, you guys have been treated to the girl who looked deceptively attractive in her picture, the singing sorority girl and the faceless slut. After wading through three years of over analysis and complaints about the socio-cultural double standards regarding oral endearment amongst the two sexes, I thought it was only fair that y’all got a slightly different viewpoint. Now, one may think that someone who calls himself the Cunnilingus Cowboy is also going to reflect on his gargantuan wrinklebeast and ability to satisfy every Kappa on campus in one night. I, however, plan to recount a night that some of you faithful readers may be familiar with: a night in the infamous quarters of THE Jenna B.