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Lena watched as the room began to fill slowly with rowdy teenagers, all of them silent as they looked at her behind the teacher’s desk. Most of them recognised her as Cersei and were thus simply awestruck that there was a celebrity in their presence. Yet it was her quiet demeanour that unnerved them the most. She was just sat there, staring, almost trying to hide an underlying fury. Which was completely true. It was quite unbelievable that she was even in this classroom to begin with, let alone what was about to occur. New regulations and a couple misplaced signatures of waylaid contracts had wound her up in a brand-new government initiative; get teenagers invested in safe sex and sexual education through the implementation of brand-new teaching schemes fronted by celebrities. Sounds like a good plan until Lena read the fine-print and understood exactly what these new teaching schemes entailed, “Welcome class. I’m Mrs Headey and today I’ll be leading your class on sex-ed. There ...

“He’s waking up… Go on! You’re meant to do as I say!” a voice said hurriedly as I stirred from my sleep, wiping my eyes and looking up. There were people in my room moving back and forth and in my initial haze I struggled to realise who they were. One rushed to the door, locking it presumably, whilst the other one was clambering onto the bed, standing, looming above me. Panicking, I thought them to be attackers or some form of thieves, but I quickly realised that to be wrong. Unless, they were of course some form of naked thieves. And If somehow the cast of Game of Thrones had gotten into the habit of breaking into hotel rooms to steal stuff.             Because believe it or not, Emilia Clarke and Maisie Williams were both naked and in my room, their luscious forms -forms I had fantasised about on many a night- entirely exposed and bouncing around. Maisie was locking the door, her surprisingly plump and rounded arse bo...

“It’s as if you don’t want these photos to be real!” I bellowed once again, my fist hammering itself into my editor’s desk as roared with frustration. First, I stumbled upon Cara Delevingne, Sophie Turner, Jenna Coleman and Emilia Clarke having a lesbian orgy in the middle of the woods (Link here to read my account: https://fanfiction-writer101.tumblr.com/post/171964748245/luck-of-the-press-celeb-story) and now I had photographic proof of Sophie Turner and Maise Williams, butt naked at a tennis court. Why the hell would he not believe me? Reaching across, I pointed to the girls, “Look. Their bodies are identical to their new looks. You have to let me post this story!”             Alas, yet again, my editor denied the obvious proof in front of him, forcing me to reveal my story here. I was scoping out another of the locations on the Game of Thrones set and came into the knowledge that a group of the cast had gone to a local te...

“I’m telling you, it’s real! I’ve not done anything to this besides click the button to take a photo!” I exclaimed, furious that my hard and diligent work as a member of the paparazzi wasn’t paying off in the slightest.             “You’re telling me that somehow… somehow in this fantastical land of teenage boy’s dreams, that you stumbled upon not one, not two, not three, but four naked superstars all walking around like it was nothing? Hell, I don’t even think all four of these people are friends, let along voyeuristic mates,” my editor retorted, his interest in the photo being an intimate one, but one of sheer scepticism. In the age of internet fakery, it would have been foolish to just admit it was real, but having known the whole story, I knew from first-hand experience, that these four women were not only voyeuristic mates, but intimate voyeuristic fuck buddies. Let me tell you the story.     ...

Sophie had never really thought that a passing remark could have such an instant and incredible result; and in all honesty, the remark in question had been quite risqué to the extent she had debated extensively as to whether or not to say it. But after a few champagnes and the same boring chit chat with executives and business men, she whispered the remark to a close confidant and friend. And such a remark had led to both her and Emilia Clarke swiftly leaving the party, retreating to a quiet hotel room and getting as intimate as they possibly could. You might be asking: what remark could render such a delicious outcome. And Sophie didn’t quite expect it either, but all it took was for the young redhead to whisper in Emilia’s ear, “I always thought of Sansa as a lesbian.” A rather innocent remark in Sophie’s mind, but one that set Emilia on a warpath. A few drunken questions later and the topic of experience came to mind and Emilia – suddenly becoming a method actor – sugges...

“Good morning,” a soft and delicate voice chirped, stirring me from my sleep. My eyes still blurry and unfocused, a fumbled to my left for my glasses, a little perturbed by the sudden voice. I could see a figure at the end of the bed, shapeless and foggy. As my fingers found the bedside table, I found my glasses gone, at which point a second figure eased them over my eyes, their face coming into focus as she smiled, “There we go. Can’t have you missing out on the show.”             “Em… Is this necessary?” a second voice asked, as I glanced around the room, my eyes widening as I saw the two figures in full, recognising them immediately. Maise Williams and Emilia Clarke were both in my hotel room, the former standing at the end of the bed, whilst the latter eased herself down, sitting with her hands folded in her lap, a beaming smile on her face. It took a moment to register, but they were wearing identical clothing and not mu...