Times ago I read a collection of erogenous shark love stories, and this particular bone
was named for the florilegium. While I would not exactly classify it as erogenous, it's clearly a love story in its own rough way. The title is Do Not quicken to shot Me Adieu and is written by Norman Partridge.
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It's a brief retelling of Stoker's Dracula, but this time from the standpoint of Quincey Morris, one of the suitors of Lucy Westenra. As Stoker told it Lucy had three men who wished to marry her. After careful consideration she chose the English gentleperson Arthur Holmwood. Quincey considers Stoker's attempt at telling the story the ravings of a feverish mind. In verity Lucy and Quincey chose each other. They had a love so deep that many mortals would ever be suitable to understand. As the story begins Quincey, dressed each in black, drives a cart across the bottomless land of his home state of Texas. In the cart is a large black box that carries his most precious love. He'd made a pledge to Ms Lucy and now he meant to carry it out.
The story shifts back and forth between the torturous happenings at Whitby, England and the crazy events that Quincey sets in stir in Morrisville, Texas. At times the incidents from both places intertwine as if Quincey was going through a time of agony until, ever, he sorts his studies and comes back to reality. HIs knows his task to be a delicate one, but despite the numerous obstacles he faces he doesn't vacillate to carry them out.
As far as I know the most recent publication to carry this story is Women of the Night, edited by Martin Greenberg.
My first hassle was in Love in tone Twenty Original Tales of Vampiric Erotica. edited by PoppyZ. Brite. HarperPrism, 1994.
By the way the story title comes from the buckaroo
song Red River Valley. Some of the lyrics can be set up in the story. For case
Come sit by my side if you love me,
Don't quicken to bid me congé ,
But flash back the Red River Valley,
And the buckaroo
who loved you so true.