Caucasian

Yes, always

I'd rather not say

6' 1, 250 lbs. (Average)

Crew cut Brown

Blue

I don't have glasses

18 - 49

Single Men
Single Women

Internet
Phone
Meeting in person
Dating
Short Term Relationship
Long Term Relationship

Cyber Sex
Phone Sex
1 on 1 Sexual Relationship
M-F-F Threesome
M-M-F Threesome
M-F-M Threesome
F-M-F Threesome
Foursome
Group Sex
Other Alternative Lifestyle

Let’s get this out of the way early: I’m not your average man. If you’re looking for flashy surface-level energy or someone to fill space with noise, you might want to keep scrolling. But if you’ve ever longed for depth — the kind that reveals itself slowly, like mountain mist at dawn — then settle in. We might be looking for each other.
I’m a man of contrasts. I’m as at home in a quiet cabin tucked into the Rockies as I am wrapped in the scent of leather and anticipation. My world is built on layers: one is mud-splattered from the trail, another gleams with the polish of a rebuilt carburetor, and one is velvet-dark, where trust and consent make space for desire’s more complex dialogues. If that last sentence intrigued you more than it frightened you, we’re off to a promising start.
I’m introverted by nature, not because I don’t like people — I do — but because I savor connection. I’m the kind of man who listens more than he speaks, not out of shyness, but out of intent. People often tell me they feel safe opening up to me. That’s because I take the time to listen without trying to fix, analyze, or rescue. I hold space. I respect boundaries. And I value presence over performance.
Stillness is my sanctuary, but I’m far from passive. I lift weights regularly — not for vanity, but for clarity. There’s something primal and grounding about pushing your body until your mind goes silent. It’s the same clarity I find on solo hikes up into high, pine-scented altitudes, or slicing a golf ball through clean mountain air early on a Sunday morning. There’s poetry in precision. There’s a thrill in self-discipline.
I’m a student of psychology — formally, informally, always. I like to understand what makes people tick. How we love. Why we fear. What we hide, even from ourselves. That curiosity drives many things in my life — from how I connect, to how I lead, and yes, to how I love.
Let’s talk about shadows — the ones we usually keep tucked neatly out of public view. I’m into BDSM — not the cartoonish version you see in movies, but the real thing. The kind that’s rooted in trust, communication, and integrity. For me, it’s never just about control or impact; it’s about connection, the energy that builds when two people know exactly where their boundaries lie and still choose to press, gently, against them.
I am Dominant by nature. That doesn’t mean loud. It doesn’t mean overbearing. It means grounded. Present. Aware. I believe in structure and care. In reading the subtle signs of a partner’s comfort — or discomfort — and responding not with ego, but with empathy. The best play doesn’t begin with a flogger or rope; it begins with trust. It begins long before the scene and continues long after.
The kink community talks a lot about “safe, sane, consensual.” I live by that. Add one more: sacred. I see sex as a sacred, psychological playground — and like any playground, it only works when everyone’s safe, respected, and enthusiastic about being there.
That said, I also love a good laugh. I’m sarcastic as hell, and if we’re being honest, it’s probably one of my defense mechanisms — but also one of my charms. I’ll tease you just enough to make you laugh, never enough to leave a bruise. Unless you ask nicely.
Cars and motorcycles? Absolutely. Give me a garage full of parts, some old-school rock, and time — and I’m happy. I’ve rebuilt engines, restored vintage bikes, and customized vehicles from the ground up. There’s something satisfying about making something run better than it ever has before. Call it mechanical therapy.
Road trips are my guilty pleasure. Nothing beats a winding mountain road, windows down, music up, no destination — just the hum of the tires and the freedom to lose track of time. I’ve taken detours that changed my life. Sometimes the best paths are the ones that aren’t on the map.
And golf? Golf is my meditative sport. People underestimate the mental clarity it requires. It’s not just about hitting the ball — it’s about understanding your stance, the wind, your breath. One small shift can change everything. That appeals to the part of me that knows subtlety matters — in sports, in relationships, in life.
I don’t need someone who’s perfect. I want someone who’s real. Someone who’s done some self-reflecting and isn’t afraid of their own complexity. A woman who values deep conversations as much as shared silence. Someone who’s curious about what lies beneath surface-level attraction — and brave enough to explore it.
If you’re new to kink or just exploring, that’s okay. I value clarity and communication above all else. I won’t drag you into my world — I’ll invite you. Consent and communication aren’t just preferences; they’re the entire foundation. Whether you’ve been down this path or are just starting to get curious, what matters most is mutual respect and emotional maturity.
I admire strength — emotional, intellectual, physical — but I also deeply appreciate softness, vulnerability, and humor. If you can handle dry sarcasm and can throw it right back at me, we’ll get along well.
In Short (But Nothing About Me Is Short)
• Introvert, but not antisocial
• Dominant, but never domineering
• Sarcastic, but always respectful
• Still, but never stagnant
• Grounded, but not afraid to fly
• Private, but emotionally available
• Curious, but cautious with hearts

A Few Truths and One Confession
1. I’ve cried at a film when no one was around. It involved a father and a son. Don’t judge.
2. I’ve ridden a motorcycle through three countries just to chase autumn leaves.
3. I think eye contact can be more intimate than a kiss.
4. I’m the guy who remembers how you take your coffee. And notices when you stop smiling.
5. I believe foreplay starts with words, tone, and the brush of a hand — long before the bedroom.

Confession: I enjoy the chase, but I’m far more interested in what comes after. The unfolding. The surrender. The honest parts. I’m not interested in collecting bodies or egos — I’m here for connection. One that excites the mind, moves the body, and challenges the soul.
Final Thought
If any part of this sparked curiosity, maybe that’s worth exploring. I’m not for everyone — I’m not supposed to be. But if you’ve ever craved something deeper, darker (in the best way), and more deliberate… I might be exactly what you didn’t know you were looking for.
Message me with your favorite book, a hard truth you’ve learned, or something that scares and excites you at the same time.

Let’s not do small talk. Let’s do real.

MasterThornLash has gotten together with someone through a site like this before.
MasterThornLash can possibly entertain at their home.
MasterThornLash would like to meet at a Bar.
MasterThornLash can travel up to 25000 miles.

A quiet, upscale café or wine bar—intimate but public. Low lighting, cozy seating. Thorn arrives first, choosing a corner booth with full view of the entrance. There’s nothing overtly Dominant about him—just presence, posture, and stillness.