Ran across a (very) short story called My Night with Aphrodite written by Tim Pratt and originally published in Asmiov's about picking up a real goddess and bringing her home for the night. It seems to have been wholly typed into someones livejournal blog (without permission I would assume, so read it now before Mr. Pratt calls in the lawyers).

I met Aphrodite in a bar and picked her up (I asked her sign and she showed me her constellation - you know what starry nights do to women). We went back to my place and had a few drinks and went to bed. She was perfect, tongue like honey, body like love, and she said all the right things. I was done in no time (she is a goddess) but I helped finish her off.