Kloe (Story from her perspective)

It's a Friday night and Kloe is lying on her bed, eyes closed, one hand between her legs rubbing furiously as she bites her lip, holding in her moans. She's been going for almost an hour now and nothing seems to be able to sate her appetite as another orgasm rips through her. She lies back gasping for breath from the intensity of this one as she realises her thoughts had, for the past several minutes, been on her Ex and some of the times he'd tied her up and fucked her nice and hard from behind.

Is she the one sending the message or receiving it?