I've never really experienced it much, but I think it was about forty minutes or so after Dave and I had sex the one time (and had redressed) that I cried in his arms. I'm not entirely sure (just about 80% sure), but it was just brought on by our conversation. He was holding me tight and whispering to me that he would always love me and want the best for me, always protect me and be there for me no matter what...that he wanted nothing more than for me to be happy. That finally did the trick, and I was holding tight to his chest, crying against it, apologizing for crying because I felt it wasn't attractive. And all the while, he just kissed the top of my head, held me tighter, and kept whispering that he had me and wouldn't let go. And I told him I don't ever want him to. :S