Count Dracula’s Blushing Maiden of London
Her long curly auburn hair spilled over her bare shoulders and brushed against her bare pink
breasts as she released her loose braid from the tortoise shell comb. She curiously gazed at
her nude curvy figure in the reflection of the gilded mirror. Her blooming image looked
much different than the night when the Count of Transylvania last woke her weeks ago in the
dead of night as she slept peacefully.
Already she could feel the burning and twisting seed of a restless blood thirsty beast growing
inside of her body. Each day she glowed with a ravishing rose blush, captivating the alluring
eyes of male pedestrians in the busy cobblestone streets of London who crossed her path.
Her mind raced and her heart fluttered when she mentally recounted his last visit. Very soon
she knew he would come for her in the mid of night when the blood orange harvest moon
was full, exactly when he was thirsty for more of her red wine. Her anticipation and hunger
for him grew.