Plenty of celebrities get reputations for sleeping around, but what about celebrities who make it a habit to sleep with their fans? Thanks to Reddit, you can read plenty of purportedly true stories from stars' sexual encounters - and they might just contain more than you ever really wanted to know.
These alleged celebrity sex partners tell all, from where the hookups went down to what the stars themselves are actually like. People who say they've slept with celebrities aren't shy about the details. Just be warned that once you read about some of these famous people, you'll never look at them the same way again.
Whether these stories are true is anybody's guess. Still, many of these possibly true stories from stars' sexual partners are quite entertaining, even if they are completely fabricated. Hope this fills your daily guilty pleasure quota.
From Redditor /u/powellandpressmurder:
My good friend's ex-girlfriend is really good friends with a girl that was way into trying to f*ck musicians. Like, this was her thing, and she was good at it.
One night, John Mayer rolled through town during one of his tours. After his show, said friend of ex-girlfriend made her way back stage and got invited to hang out with John. Again, this is her thing and she's good at. Pretty uneventful sh*t so far, but apparently at some point during the encounter her and John started to make out fairly heavily. This eventually lead to, in the heat of the moment, John leaning into this girl's ear and whispering, "Let me see your f*cking butthole." Word for word, this is (apparently) what was said. I don't know if said butthole was ever shown to Mr. Mayer, but I'd like to think it was.
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From Redditor /u/mollym00n:
Summer of 2013 my friends and I met Justin Bieber at Muzik Nightclub in Toronto. One of my friends ended up leaving with Justin and his boys to go back to The Hazelton (hotel). She ended up sleeping with Justin and and multiple boys from his crew. There was like 5 girls there and they made them all sign contracts and took away their cellphones. He referred to himself as JB and made everyone sit around and listen to him sing for like an hour while he continuously smoked a sh*t ton of weed. Too funny.
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From Redditor /u/osmagic:
I actually kinda believe this. Only because one of my friends claims he knew a girl that went back to Derek Jeter's place one night and proceeded to go down on him. As she performed, Jeter put his hand on her head and said "Yeah Jeets, yeah Jeets," as she kept going. I believe it was a soft "Yeah Jeets" as opposed to a screaming bumping "YEAH JEETS." But it's close enough.
I never knew if it was true, but if someone unrelated has another "Yeah Jeets" story, it is gaining some validity to me.
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From Redditor /u/scaredoffangirls:
I'm from NY and was back in Chelsea on break from college up north. I visited my favorite cupcake shop and ran into Harry Styles. (You don't get to be a 20 year old American girl without recognizing the band members of One Direction.) I tipped him off that the red velvet cupcakes were the best of the lot and made an exit. This shop is on a pretty quiet street (one of the old cobbled ones: the few the proud), so I turned around when I heard "excuse me." There was Harry, recommended cupcake in hand.
He walked to the end of the block with me and there was a car waiting for him. I thought seriously about just going home, but I was pretty sure this was the kind of adventure that doesn't happen twice, so I got in when he offered. We drove around for awhile behind tinted windows talking casually, and eventually ended up at his hotel. He got out with a security guy that had been sitting in the front seat and told the driver to take me a couple blocks away, giving me directions to find his handler in the hotel. It was honestly surreal and I thought he was being a little bit ridiculous until I saw the literal mob of teenage girls at the front door. I worked my way through the crowd (nobody stopped me because I wasn't with Harry.) Surprisingly, his slightly vague directions panned out and I ended up in his suite.
We had great conversations, good sex, and excellent champagne, at which point he needed to leave for some facet of his job, so I headed out of the hotel outside past the mob of fans. It was a really bizarre experience, and ultimately I feel bad for him after witnessing all the smoke and mirrors that went into a casual afternoon. He seemed like a good guy, and I hope he's doing well, but I have no desire for a repeat. I'm a really private person and am unwilling to take the risk of my name or picture leaking.
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