Distracted by Desire

As I strolled through the streets of London, the cool breeze did little to clear my mind of the image that had been seared into my brain. Daphine's large, jiggly chest seemed to be everywhere I looked, taunting me with every step. I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of distraction, my mind wandering back to the moment I had first seen her. I had always prided myself on my ability to focus, to shut out distractions and hone in on the task at hand. But now, it seemed that my usual stoicism was failing me. I found myself replaying our conversation, reliving the moments when I had caught glimpses of her décolletage. The way her breasts seemed to shift and jiggle with every movement, the way her blouse strained to contain them. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized the extent of my distraction. I was a detective, for goodness' sake! I was supposed to be objective, not drooling like a schoolboy. As the minutes ticked by, my discomfort grew. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking around with a constant, gnawing itch that I couldn't scratch. I quickened my pace, trying to outrun my thoughts, but it was no use. My mind was fixated on Daphine's chest, and I couldn't seem to shake the image. Eventually, I found myself back at 221B Baker Street, feeling like a man possessed. I made my way to my bedroom, locking the door behind me, and then to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade down my body as I stood under the stream. It was then that I realized the true extent of my distraction. I was hard, and I couldn't seem to shake the arousal. With a groan, I reached out and began to soap myself, my hand moving in a rhythmic motion as I gave in to my desires. The water pounded down on me, a soothing background noise as I let myself go, lost in the fantasy of Daphine's jiggly chest. It was a relief, a release that I desperately needed. As I stood there, letting the water wash away the tension, I knew that I had to get a grip. I was a detective, and I couldn't let my desires cloud my judgment. But for now, I just let myself be, lost in the pleasure of the moment. As I emerged from the shower, feeling marginally more composed, I knew that I had to face the music. I would have to see Daphine again, and I would have to be professional. But for now, I just stood there, letting the towel dry my skin, and wondered what the future held. Would I be able to overcome my distraction, or would it consume me? Only time would tell.