Years ago I apprehend a accumulating of amative vampire adulation stories, and this accurate one was called for the anthology. While I would not absolutely allocate it as erotic, it is absolutely a adulation adventure in its own asperous way. The appellation is Do Not Accelerate to Bid Me Adieu and is accounting by Norman Partridge.
It is a abrupt call of Stoker's Dracula, but this time from the angle of Quincey Morris, one of the suitors of Lucy Westenra. As Stoker told it Lucy had three men who admired to ally her. After accurate application she chose the English blueblood Arthur Holmwood. Quincey considers Stoker's attack at cogent the adventure the ravings of a feverish mind. In accuracy Lucy and Quincey chose anniversary other. They had a adulation so abysmal that few bodies would anytime be able to understand. As the adventure begins Quincey, dressed all in black, drives a wagon beyond the great acreage of his home accompaniment of Texas. In the wagon is a ample atramentous box that carries his a lot of adored love. He had fabricated a affiance to Ms Lucy and now he meant to backpack it out.
The adventure accouterment aback and alternating amid the disturbing affairs at Whitby, England and the camp contest that Quincey sets in motion in Morrisville, Texas. At times the incidents from both places associate as if Quincey was traveling through a time of daydream until, somehow, he sorts his thoughts and comes aback to reality. HIs knows his assignment to be a difficult one, but admitting the abounding obstacles he faces he does not alternate to backpack them out.
As far as I apperceive the a lot of contempo advertisement to backpack this adventure is Women of the Night, edited by Martin Greenberg.
My aboriginal appointment was in Adulation in Vein: Twenty Original Tales of Vampiric Erotica. edited by Poppy Z. Brite. HarperPrism, 1994.
By the way the adventure appellation comes from the cowboy song Red River Valley. Some of the lyrics can be begin in the story. For instance:
Come sit by my ancillary if you adulation me,
Do not accelerate to bid me adieu,
But bethink the Red River Valley,
And the cowboy who admired you so true.