A secret inner universe of attractive people that one keeps in one's head, particularly about whom to fantasize. A more genteel alternative to a spank bank.
Benedict Cumberbatch has said some really dumb shit in the past, but I could never excommunicate him from my crushosphere.
The need to take a 'break' while conversing with a friend, via telephone or instant messaging device, for the sole purpose of pleasuring your genitals. Afterwards you then of course resume activity with said friend.
Joey, this conversation is very riveting, but my blue balls are killing me. I need a beatbreak, brb!