Count Dracula's Blushing Maiden of London

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.