All Chapters of A TASTE OF SIN WITH THE PROFESSOR: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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feel jealousy

FELIX'S POVFuck fuck fuck fuck.I ordered another cold beer, turning away from him. I had to just forget he was there."Hey, got your eyes on a beautiful girl?" Kent asked. "Yeah", I lied to him. Since he was my good friend, he once knew I was gay and it was him who helped me change that and now I didn’t want him to realise I was starting to feel attracted again to a male. So I had to be careful.We was having the time of his life. The exhibition had been a success. Now he was letting go of all that anxiousness he had throughout the day, having fun with his mates."Is she hotter than mine?","Sort of." I said, keeping my reply short but I could feel my jaw clenching as images of Blair dancing with a sweaty pig crept in my mind.Don't look Felix, just forget about him. He can do what he wants. He is even straight."Professor Reynolds!" Oh please for Christ's sake, not again. "I need help!"The voice wasn't Blair's. It was from his friend. Maddox I believed was his name. I couldn't be

Last Updated : 2026-08-11

In his bed

BLAIR’S POVMy head felt like it was going to explode. I couldn't even open my eyes the pain was so intense. I reached for my blanket, noticing that it felt different. I reached for my phone on the bedside table, but noticed neither bedside table or phone were there.My eyes suddenly jerked open.Holy fucking shit. I was at Professor Reynolds' house.I had a very vague memory of being in his car, but I had no idea why I ended up here.I was dressed. Completely dressed actually. Shirt, check. Undershirt, check. Briefs, check. I even had my socks on.Dieu merci.I looked around, the room deadly quiet. The walls were painted navy blue, the curtains were grey. Under the bed, covering the dark hardwood flooring, was a soft beige carpet. He had a massive painting over his black bed frame. It was an abstract painting with black and white squares overlapping each other, creating a sort of disorganised chess tray.His bed was huge and incredibly comfortable. I noticed he had left some clothes

Last Updated : 2026-08-11

So effeminate

I took the pills, hoping they'd heal my headache."You alright?" he asked, noticing me squeezing my eyes and bringing my hands to my temples."This hangover is killing me. I’ve never felt like this before... I only drank what I was used to..." My mind trailed off, taking me back to the hot dance floor and a sweaty girl. "Unless..."I was petrified at the realization. I drank from that girl's cup. Did she drug me? Did that pig spike her drink and then give it to me on purpose? What if Maddox and Professor Reynolds hadn't been there?"Blair, what is it? Tell me." He coaxed. His voice was laced with concern, his eyes were soft and shimmering and I wanted to sink into them if I could."I think I did something very stupid." My stomach sank.Tears welled in my eyes as the realization of the danger I was in hit me. Panic started surging in my body like a tsunami. Color faded from my face, and a shiver ran down my spine. "I drank from another girl's drink, and after that I don't remember anyt

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No feelings for you

Felix---It was a known fact that the most famous Renaissance men like Da Vinci, Botticelli, and Michelangelo barely had time for anything else other than their work. Da Vinci even went as far as only sleeping in two-hour intervals. According to written accounts, he did this so he could spend less time sleeping and more time working. They barely spent time with their families, they barely developed long-lasting relationships. Every single waking hour of their lives had one purpose, to create.Only difference between them and I was that I had one of my students resting on my living room couch, making it completely impossible to focus on anything.I didn't really have any work to do. I just excused myself from the living room because one, Blair needed rest and two, I needed space to think and reflect.I could still feel his body's warmth from when we hugged. It felt so natural to hug him, his lean frame fitting into my chest like a bird in a nest.There was this duality about him that

Last Updated : 2026-08-11

It feels wrong

BLAIR’S POVI felt like I was going to be sick. Anger and humiliation were running through my veins, blinding my vision.My stomach was in knots, my eyes were burning from holding back tears. My heart was contorting painfully in my chest.And underneath the anger, there was something else I didn’t want to name. Something that made my pulse pick up for reasons that had nothing to do with rage.How much more proof do you need that he is a total bastard?Why did he do this? Why was he so sweet in the morning and a total jackass now?What truly pissed me off was that I knew he was right.Whatever happened in his apartment could never happen again. He was sweet and kind and thoughtful, and he made me feel comfortable and that just couldn't be. I couldn't be feeling those types of feelings towards him.And yet, I couldn’t ignore the fact that I’d caught myself noticing his hands, his voice, the way he moved around the kitchen. Stuff I’d only ever caught myself noticing about women before.W

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I can't get you out of my head

BLAIR’S POV"Hey, where are you?" I asked Maddox through the phone. "I don't want to go in alone.""I'm almost at the gate!" Maddox said, sounding breathless through the line. He’d kept snoozing his alarm that morning and was now running late to Art History. "You can go in, man, just sit at the back.""Maddox, I can't. I still feel so embarrassed. I can't face Dr Reynolds alone." I said. "Just hurry up, seriously."I had told Maddox the reason for my hesitation was because I was embarrassed for my behavior at the bar and that Professor Reynolds had to see me in that state, but that wasn’t the whole truth. I hadn’t spoken to him or seen him since he shouted at me in his car. I was dreading our first encounter.The lecture started at 8:30 and it was almost time. Most of the students were already inside, scanning their notes, getting ready for the impromptu presentation of the paper. I kept myself busy on my phone, opening and closing apps without really using them.God, I needed a cigar

Last Updated : 2026-08-11

It's a dangerous game

BLAIR’S POVI puffed a cigarette, the almost-forgotten-but-desperately-missed feeling of smoke filling my lungs, taking over my senses. I even let out a sigh of relief the moment the nicotine hit.God I missed it."I think I'm a bad influence on you, Blair." Maddox chuckled, getting comfortable on his chair at the bistro.I had asked him for a cigarette the moment we stepped out of Durham, as we walked down the street to our usual lunch spot. Of course he wasn't the reason why I caved, but it was better if he believed he was.I don't think I would be able to explain to him what happened, or more importantly, why it happened.I kissed my professor. Dr Reynolds kissed me back, hard. We kissed like we had been battling our desires and we lost the fight. We gave in.I had never loved a fellow male before — never even thought I could — but in that moment, it made my chest twist in ways I couldn’t name. There was something thrilling about this forbidden attraction, about seeing what it felt

Last Updated : 2026-08-13

No longer mean

BLAIR’S POVI woke up feeling refreshed and well rested, which was odd given what had happened the day before between Dr Reynolds and I. Maybe the conversation we had at the gate put me at ease, and the text we shared that night only made me realize that maybe what we had done wasn't that bad. After all, he didn't seem mad or distant. He was quite the opposite actually.But the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if there was something about him that explained his composure. I think it's probably because he’s gay, and he’s used to to kissing fellow men.When I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day, I decided I'd put a little more effort into my appearance. I opted for fitted dark jeans and a crisp button-down shirt which I tucked in. I styled my hair neatly and applied cologne.After making a quick breakfast, I headed out the door, eager to get to Dr Reynolds' class. I had done all the readings and was feeling strangely confident.Maybe it was the text we share

Last Updated : 2026-08-13

The interview

"Alright everybody," Gary Kent said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. "Thanks so much for being here today, I really appreciate it. So, this is how this is gonna work: I'll call you one by one until I've spoken to all of you. I think I'll be able to give you an answer at the end of the interviews, but we'll see. There aren't many of you, so this should be quick."Gary was an interesting guy. When compared to Professor Reynolds, he didn't command the same respect, he didn't talk in an intimidating way or even gave the impression that he was indeed older than us. He looked very jovial, his energy easing everyone. He made us feel like we were just going to have a chat as opposed to a formal interview. I liked that.One by one, the students were called. I sat on the corridor floor, leaning against the wall. The rest of the students that were waiting spoke among themselves, but I chose to use that waiting time to set up an account on a private tutoring website. I had thought a

Last Updated : 2026-09-01

I want this

Blair’s pov.I pulled out my phone as I walked slightly behind the other students who were exiting the building. I opened a new text, excitement taking over my body.BLAIR: I have news. Where are you?Just before I had time to put my phone away, it lit up.DR REYNOLDS: My office.The two-word message was enough to convince me to go there. It felt right to give him the news in person. I also had a strange feeling that he was perhaps behind this: did Dr Reynolds give Mr Kent a hint as to which student to choose? No, he didn't seem like the type of professor who did that, especially given our... complicated stance.One thing I was certain of, our conversation at the museum was a contributing factor to Gary's decision.I headed upstairs to the last floor. I remembered the last time I had been there, when I showed Dr Reynolds my painting. I shuddered, trying to forget how harshly he had treated me.I adjusted my trousers, pulling them up, before I knocked on his office door. He softly said

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